EPOV

I woke up around at six. One hour ahead of schedule, that's not so bad. Margo was still sleeping and hadn't noticed that I was laying next to her. It took all my willpower not to grab her and pull her into me right now. She still smelt of pineapple and her hair wasn't messy at all. I guess that's the only thing I wish were different. Sure I love Margo's hair: its shortness allowed me to see her cute ears and most of her face. However, I wanted her to have her hair a little longer, that way, there's more to admire.

I slowly inched my head forward and took a big whiff of her hair. I moaned and shuddered with pleasure. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist it.

I grabbed the bottle of lotion I kept under the bed and took off my boxers. I squirted the lotion in my hand and grabbed my hard-on, then took another whiff of Margo's scent. She was an aphrodisiac. I longed to touch her, but I couldn't risk her waking up to find me jerking off next to her. I took another whiff.

"Oh yeah," I moaned.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Margo asked. She turned around just in time to see me erupt.

MPOV

I woke up and for some reason, the bed felt a little warmer. I knew that the bed only had only a comforter, so it couldn't be that warm, right?

"Oh yeah," I heard Embry moan beside me.

I got tense and even felt the bed move a little bit. Embry was doing something that involved movement, but he was laying beside me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

I turned my body and saw what I feared was happening: Embry was laying next to me, masturbating.

His eyes got all wide and then he ejaculated. The white ooze squirted into the air and landed on the bed; some even landed on the comforter that was directly on me.

Embry just laid there next to me, shocked, his penis still in his hand. "I-I uh,' he was speechless.

I didn't know what to say either. If only Hunter were here. He'd beat up this clown and save me.

"I have to go to the restroom," I said as I got out of the bed, carefully avoiding the sperm on it.

Embry leapt off the bed and pulled on his boxers. "I'll show you where it is," he said. He went to grab my hand, but I stepped back.

"I don't think so," I said.

Embry looked hurt at this, which made me feel a little guilty. Sure this dude was a creep, but I hate being mean to people.

"You just jerked off with that hand," I clarified.

Embry turned red and put his hand to his side. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Just follow me." I walked after him as he left the room and took a right down the hallway. The door at the end of the hall led to the bathroom I didn't need. I thought being pregnant meant you had to pee a lot and have morning sickness, but I didn't feel any of those things.

What if something's wrong with my baby? I have to keep it easy and not get stressed out if this one's going to make it.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I lost it then. I sank to the ground, resting my back against the door. I put my face in my hands and let the tears fall. Why me? Why did this psycho werewolf have to kidnap me?

"I'm so sorry Baby," I said as I held my stomach. I was only about a month, so there wasn't really anything to cradle. "I'm so sorry I have to bring you into this world." I know that I'd never get an abortion, but maybe adoption would be the best thing for this kid. I know I could be a good mother, but I know that given the circumstances I'm in, a child should be the last thing on my mind. Even if I were with Hunter, I'd still consider adoption. I don't think Hunter would pay enough attention to the baby and he has a little bit of a temper. I know that when he hits me I usually deserve it because I provoked him some way. However, what's he's going to do when the baby won't stop crying? That scares me.

"I can't do this," I whispered. "I'm sorry Baby, but I can't take care of you." I looked down at my stomach and rubbed it. "I just want you to know that I did this not of selfishness, but out of love for you."

I finished my crying and did my business. I then walked out of the bathroom to be greeted by the aroma of syrup and butter. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Embry was in there at one of those long hot plates that you use to make pancakes. He looked up at me and smiled a big grin.

I smirked because he had some flour over his left eyebrow.

"I wanted to make waffles, but I didn't know how to get the squares in them," he said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"You need a waffle iron," I murmured.

Embry chuckled. "My bad." He had a big plate full of pancakes on the island counter.

"How many people live here?" I asked. There was no way two people could eat that much food, even if they were starving to death.

"Just us," Embry answered.

I shuddered. "You mean you live all by yourself?"

"Used to." Embry put the last of the pancakes on the plate and set the plate on a table that was in a connected dining room. "But now I've got you guys."

Yeah, that wasn't creepy at all. I just gave a nervous chuckle and took the seat that Embry offered me. He took the other chair, directly across the small square table. That way, we faced each other.

"So," Embry began as he put four pancakes on my plate before serving himself, "I want to apologize for this morning. It was a wrong thing for me to do, and I'll never do it again."

I looked up to see his hopeful expression. "Alright," I said.

Embry cocked his flour-covered eyebrow. "Am I forgiven?"

"Did you wash your hands before you made these pancakes?"

Embry nodded, blushing.

"Then I guess I can forgive you."

Embry's face lit up with a grin so large, I couldn't even describe it. It was almost like when you give a child the biggest gumball they could possibly want. "Th-thanks," he stuttered. He then stabbed his pile of fifteen pancakes with his fork and began to eat.

I took little bites, watching Embry now and then. I wanted to see if he'd drop dead from the food or if he'd look up to see me die from poison. He did look up, but only to smile at me as he realized that I was looking at him. Once he saw that I didn't make it a third of the way through one pancake, he sighed. He leaned over the table with his fork and took of piece of it, shoving it in his mouth.

"See?" he said, his mouth still full. "They're fine. I'd never poison you."

I gave him a faint smile and took a bigger bite to please him. He smiled and went back to his plate. After three minutes, he finished and grabbed ten more pancakes.

"You sure do love pancakes," I said, giving a pathetic chuckle. I suppose that I should try to befriend Embry, then I could make a run for it later.

Embry nodded. "I prefer French toast, but I have no idea how to make it."

"Me neither."

"But being a werewolf increases my appetite and body temperature."

I looked up at him. "Really?"

Embry nodded. "And it made me get bigger," he smiled as he flexed his bicep.

I grinned a fake smile. "Hunter got bigger too. That's why I was at Old Navy yesterday."

Embry broke his fork in half when I said Hunter's name. It actually shocked me: the fork was one of those metal ones and it made a loud clang as the top part fell on the floor. Embry looked pissed, then his face turned apologetic when he saw my shocked expression.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

EPOV

How could she being thinking of that douche right now? I made her breakfast! I freakin' apologized to her! What the fuck am I doing wrong?

I stood up to get a new fork. As soon as I sat back down, I attempted to drown my sorrows in syrupy pancakes. After a few minutes of awkward silence, I had to say something.

"So…what's your whole name?" I asked.

Margo looked confused. "Why?"

"It's just a little game. I'll ask you a question and answer after you do, then it'll be your turn."

Margo looked a little hesitant.

"Fine, I'll go first," I said. "My full name's Embry Call. My mom didn't think up a middle name for me."

Margo slightly nodded. "My name's Margo Jane Estrada," she whispered.

Margo Jane. That's so pretty. I smiled. "Now you ask me a question."

"Like what?"

"Anything you want."

Margo shrugged. "What's your favorite color?"

I giggled. How cliché. She still must be a little nervous around me, oh well. She'll get over it eventually. "Navy blue," I answered. "You?"

"Yellow."

Yellow like the golden sunflowers that try to reach the yellow sun that brightens up the world? Or yellow like the baby chicks that are so soft and helpless?

"What's you favorite animal?" I asked. "Mine's the wolf, of course." I gave a nervous laugh. How awesome would it be if she said that her favorite animal was a wolf too? I'd be her favorite! I held my breath as she answered.

"A canary."

My hope deflated and I felt my shoulders slump. "Why a canary?" I asked. Why not a wolf like me?

"They're so tiny and yellow," Margo smiled. "Plus, I've always loved Tweety. That's what I named the canary Hunter gave me. It was a present for my birthday."

I almost growled at the thought of Hunter buying her love. I'll buy Margo a thousand canaries! All of them yellow and named Tweety!

"When's your birthday?" Margo asked me.

She wants to know my birthday! I smiled, yet again. I don't think I've ever smiled this much before in my life. "August 27."

"Mine's May 26."

May? No! I missed it! It's already frickin' June! I have to wait a whole fucking year to celebrate her birthday with her?

I controlled my anger and asked her my next question. "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

"I always wanted to be a nurse," Margo answered.

That's my girl! She wants to help people! She could go to the community college here on the reservation with me and then she could finish up at the college in Port Angeles! I already have our whole future planned out for us!

"I want to be a cop," I answered. "I'm doing all my basics at the community college and then I'm joining the academy in Forks."

Margo nodded. "Impressive. I'm going to UC Berkley in California. Me and Hunter are going in July to get a cheap apartment-"

"No!" I shouted as I slammed my heavy fist down onto the table, breaking the legs on the left side, causing the dishes to fall and crash on the floor.

Margo stared at me, her mouth wide open. She dropped her fork that was close to her mouth, and loudly swallowed her pancake.

My Margo had plans to leave me, with Hunter! No! I won't let her go all the way to California! She'll never go there! I don't give a shit if she already got her acceptance papers, she's not going!

I began to shake. Crap! I have to calm down now. I don't want Margo to be the next Emily. I deeply inhaled and growled through my teeth: "You're not going."

Margo was still beyond shocked. She stared at me, her brown eyes wide with fear. Don't be afraid of me! I took a step forward, avoiding the broken glass from the plates. Margo got all tense.

I shook my head. "Don't be afraid of me," I whimpered, tears starting to well up in my eyes. It killed me to know that I was scaring my love like this. But she needed to know that she couldn't leave me to go to Berkley!

I slowly reached out to her and stroked the soft skin of her cheek. I continued rubbing it until I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I grabbed her jaw and yanked her towards me. I then pulled my head forward and smashed my lips onto hers. Margo screamed, but that made things better I thought. Once she opened her mouth to let out her call, I forced my tongue in, tasting her sweet saliva mixed in with the thick syrupy texture. The sides of her cheeks were smooth and wet and felt like a drug. I needed more. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her into me. Margo continued trying to scream, but my tongue stopped her and made her shrieks sound garbled. She tried to push me away, but I growled, making her try to beat me. It didn't work. It felt like getting hit with a paper balls, but I could smell the blood on Margo's fists as she hit me hard enough to split them. She then tried to pinch me, but she twisted my nipple, causing me to moan and need her even more. I strengthened the kiss, my tongue exploring the roof of her mouth, while the rest of my mouth muscles were sucking her mouth dry, desperate to quench my thirst with her intoxicating spit.

"Embry! Please stop! You're hurting me!" Margo screamed when I pulled back to catch my breath.

I growled, but complied. "Didn't you enjoy any of it?"

Margo shook her head. Her eyes were all red and she had tears running down her face. "I already have a boyfriend," she growled.

It shocked me to hear her speak in an angry tone. She seemed so sweet and innocent. This was the first time she'd used mad-sounding words.

"You had no right!" she yelled.

I shook my head. "No, see, we're soul mates! I impr-"

Margo shot a lugy in my face. It hit my right eye and slowly flowed down my face.

She spit on me. My imprint just fucking spit on me! All because I wanted to show her love! That ungrateful bitch! Fucking cunt! I'll fucking rape her right now to show her who's the boss here! It's me! Fucking me! Not her!

My eyes grew wide at the horrible thoughts I was having and I began to cry. Margo still sat in her chair, giving me the evil eye. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, ignoring her protests. I grabbed the chair she sat in and walked upstairs. I then went into our bedroom- I just called the bedroom "ours." Is that too soon? No! It's not!

I gently laid Margo on our bed.

"I love you," I whimpered as tears continued to fall from my eyes. "Don't ever forget that." I closed the door and put the chair right under the door knob to prevent her from trying to escape again. There was no window, so that made the bedroom -I'm sorry, our bedroom- the perfect place to put her.

I slumped into the bathroom to wash my face. As I looked into the mirror, I saw the face of a monster. I forced my imprint to kiss me. I forced her to live here with me. I masturbated next to her. I'm the most horrible thing on the planet. I don't deserve Margo.

No! I do! I'm protecting Margo by having her here! And I only kissed her and masturbated near her. It's not like it was rape.

I imprinted on Margo, and that makes her mine. Even if she still loves Hunter.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed at the image of Hunter in my head. I slammed my fist into the bathroom mirror, causing it to shatter.

I took a few deep breaths and began to pick the shards of glass out of my fist. I had to calm down. I still have to tell Margo about imprinting. Once I do, then she'll finally love me back.

She has to.


AN: Okay, so I know that a wolf would never do any of these things to their imprint, but you have to look at it from inside Embry's mind. His imprint is desperately in love with a man who beats her, who is also a wolf. So just keep that in mind please!