~I don't own these characters, but I own the plot twists

A/N: Thanks for hanging in there. I've been really slow in updating thanks to this sickness I have, but I'm gonna catch up. Also, reading your comments make me laugh, because my original intention was to make the readers hate the wolf pack, but it happened to be the other way around! Lol, it's okay though. That only makes it better. Enjoy!

Hurt

Emily's POV

I've been lying in my bed for hours waiting for Sam to come home. At first, I didn't mind. Sometimes, there tends to be surprise missions or something. But I just got off the phone with Billy, and he said that Sam went to talk to Leah about something important.

I know it has to be werewolf business, but I can't help but be a tad bit jealous.

Which is stupid, seeing that I'm the one that took Sam from her, not the other way around. I'm the one he Imprinted on, making him leave her in the dust. If anything, I should be grateful that she's not mad at me… Or is she?

I turned uncomfortably in the bed. I was still wearing the pink and white bunny lingerie that Kim bought me. I wanted to surprise Sam so that he could relax, but it's really hard to surprise someone when they're not even home. I considered picking up the phone and calling him, but then that would be rude. I wouldn't want to interrupt whatever they were talking about.

Leah's POV

He pulled me closer, killing any gaps between us. Our fits of moaning and groaning turned into a lustrous language of pure ecstasy. Then, a thought passed through my mind:

Wait, what about Emily?

"Wait, Sam stop." I whispered into his ear. He stopped reluctantly and looked at me in surprise.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no you didn't hurt me…" Talk about a mood killer. I was already feeling guilty about Jacob, now I have to worry about my second cousin crying her eyes out. Maybe my guilt was a sign from God. A sign saying If you don't cut this out, you'll be in for hell later. And what would mom say? What about dad? I can imagine Harry scowling at me now…

And what about Seth…?

"Leah?" Sam asked, clearly perplexed. I pushed him off of me and sat up. We were still on the kitchen floor, which was sort of weird. My back hurt like a bitch, which was another sign. There are so many signs telling me to stop… How did I miss them? I feel pathetic. And angry.

I turned to Sam and frowned. He was naked, which would have turned me on any other time of the month except now. Now, he was just a reminder of my mistakes. This was the man who made me cry all those nights. This was the man who always tried to use my emotions against me to get what he wanted. And here I am, letting him fuck me on my kitchen floor when I'm supposed to be eating Alfredo.

"Get out." I ordered while standing up. I grabbed my underwear and put them on quickly. When I was going for my bra, Sam grabbed my hand.

He was scowling. "What's wrong? Just seconds ago, you and I were─"

"Fucking! Just seconds ago, we were fucking on my kitchen floor!" I snarled. I yanked my hand out of his, grabbed my bra, and put it own hastily. He still wasn't getting dressed.

"I thought we were making love…" He said in a sweet tone. But sweet talk wasn't gonna work now, and probably not ever again.

"Jesus, Sam, you just don't get it, do you?!" I yelled, grabbing my blue skinny jeans. "You can't just break my heart, leave me for my cousin, and then try to get whatever I can offer. That's the same shit Bella tries to pull."

Sam grabbed my hand again, except this time I took it out of his quickly and slapped him. He fell back against the dishwasher hard. I pulled on my jeans quickly, desperate to run away. But as I grabbed for where my shirt was, I realized it wasn't there. I turned and saw that Sam was holding it in his hand with and angry mask on his face.

"What the hell is your problem? I thought you wanted this?!" He seethed.

"Sam, give me my shirt before I get violent."

He still didn't hand it over. In fact, he just pulled it behind his back and laughed without humor. "So this is how the story goes, hm? I cheat on Emily for you, and you just throw it back in my face like a bitch."

That did it. With one quick movement, I slapped him harder. When he fell over, I snatched my shirt out of his hand and put it on. I was about to run out of the back door when I felt pressure on my arm. Sam was holding me back.

"Dammit, Sam! Let me go!" I barked. I could feel heat rolling up my back, signaling how close I was to phasing. Nevertheless, he didn't let go.

Suddenly, the heat left just as quickly as it came. I stopped pulling against his strength and just stood there. It took me a second to realize I was crying. A vicious sob ripped through me, knocking me to the ground. Sam let go of my arm and looked down at me in guilt.

"I'm sorry─" he began

"Don't…" I whimpered. "Please, just don't. You're worse than Bella. I thought she was bad, but at least she knows when she's wrong. At least she tries not to hurt Jacob. You…. You just don't even care, do you? All you care about is yourself, Sam…"

When he looked at me dumbfounded, it compelled me to say what I've been dying to say for years. "You can't just leave me and then come back. That's not how it works, Sam. Because now you've not only hurt me, but now Emily's in the heartbreak circle. I thought you'd be good to Emily, but I was wrong. Jacob's right, you're not an Alpha. You're just some immature fuck who rips people's hearts out whenever you want something. Newsflash, Sam, I'm done. I'm done with you, I'm done with this, and I'm done with the love circle. Take that shit somewhere else."

With that, I got up and left, leaving Sam staring after me in shock.

Emily's POV

I sat up impatiently and looked at the clock that read 2:12 am. What could they be talking about? Sirens were blowing in my head, telling me something was wrong. I grabbed the phone and dialed Leah's number. If I dialed Sam's number, he'd just lie to me and try to sweet talk me like usual.

The phone rang two times before I heard someone answer, "Hello?"

"Hey, Leah! It's Emily!" I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it came across a little desperate. I need to hold it together. Sam's didn't do anything… Right?

"Oh hey…" she didn't sound all that happy. In fact, it sounded like she was crying.

"What's wrong, Leah?"

There was a long pause before I heard her sob on the other line. "Emily, I am so sorry!"

And then, the water gates opened and flooded my heart with remorse as she explained the scene between her and Sam in the kitchen.