Pride
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A desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self.
Considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins, and the source of the others.
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She was born perfect.
Her parents had told her so. Her aunts, uncles and even grandparents had all agreed. After all, she had to have been if her Jacob imprinted on her as a child. He imprinted on her, not only because she was perfect, but because they were perfect for each other.
Everything about her was what Jacob wanted. Her long curly bronze hair, which she'd gotten from her daddy along with her golden eyes. Her lithe and slender body she'd gotten from her mother along with her small hands and pointed nose.
She'd often make sure that Jacob controlled his pack. Especially when they were at her grandparent's house. The white couches couldn't be dirtied by their sweaty and often dirt covered bodies. Their big feet. The strange scent they'd leave on the thousand-dollar carpets. She was sure that if Jacob used an Alpha command on them to shower before they entered, it would be the only way they listened.
He didn't but they did listen. All except, Leah Clearwater.
She was often laying around on the furniture, rubbing her weird bronze skin against it, her black hair shaking out to drop a few leaves on the floor from the forest.
She'd told Jacob. Ordered him. She said to him, to make sure it doesn't happen again. That if Leah sat on the couch, she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to. That if he loved her, he would tell Leah to behave and sit over in the corner or something, with the other dogs.
It had been a warm summer day when Leah had screamed at her, clenching her fists, threatening to kill her if she ever called her a 'mutt' or 'bitch' again. She hadn't seen what the big deal was, Leah Clearwater was always over reacting.
So, she did the only thing she could think of. She ran to Jacob and told him that Leah had threatened her life. She'd trembled in his arms and asked him to send Leah away. Make her patrol as punishment for hurting his mate. Her feelings.
Once a long week of patrolling for Leah had finished, she didn't come back to the house and she'd fully appreciated the gesture. Plus, Jacob needed to spend more time with her, than the 'bitch' of LaPush. They had a wedding to prepare for. A marvellous white and cream wedding. Exotic flowers. Crystal Chandeliers. An ice love heart for the table centre piece.
And of course, she knew she would get it.
Jacob didn't have much money but that didn't matter. He could always beg her father for some, because of course he'd have to do it in the future. How else where they going to buy a loft and have three children on the wages of a mechanic? How else was she going to maintain her extravagant life style?
Exactly. Daddy would be more than happy to hand it over.
Because everyone knew the Cullen's were rich and Native people weren't. They thought that a stew was a good hearty meal, were as she expected a full course meal. Starting from soup and nibbles to dessert and coffee. How could a mere stew be full of the nutrients she needed. It was not fathomable. And to be completely honest, it tasted horrible.
She'd have to make sure to tell Jacob to build a shed or garage thing out the back, so he and the other wolves could have their unimportant pack meetings far away from the house. Away from her expensive china that they were not allowed to touch because they would break it with their big hands. Away from the expensive wallpaper and mink carpets.
If she'd ever let the Clearwater girl in the house, she would have to book a priest to exorcise the whole house. Taking her evil away. Her bitterness. Her resentment.
And of course, Jacob said he would. He would build her anything she wanted.
Perhaps she would ask Jacob to buy her a Mercedes, as the BMW had some scratches on the bumper. She didn't like it. The small chip stains, marring the white paint. It looked - filthy.
Walking out of the small room and to the doors, stopping to let aunt Alice and aunt Rose fuss over the puffy wedding dress, she smiled. This was her day. Her day to be the flower, the belle of the ball.
With a flick of her wrist, the two quickly stepped back, so she could adjust the bust line of the most expensive dress in the whole of Washington. And with that she was ready.
Ready to become Mrs. Jacob Black.
Because this was the perfect day. The perfect wedding. The perfect moment.
She was going to walk out of the huge Italian church with a husband. To go home with and go on the best honeymoon and trip to the Bahama's, which he had worked so many weekends to save for.
It didn't matter that Jacob was upset because he hadn't heard from Leah. It didn't matter that he muttered her name in his sleep, that he cried sometimes, that he was hurting.
It didn't matter, because everything was perfect.
And he would eventually forget about his Beta after a while anyway. It was inevitable. Because how could he think of Leah when he had her by his side?
'If any one has any objections why these two should not wed, please now speak, or forever hold your peace'
Smiling smugly, she kissed Jacob after saying 'I do' and turned to leave.
She was perfect. And the best wife anyone could ever wanted.
She was Renesmee Cullen.
And she was pride.
