Hey guys, sorry for the delay between chapters, I know that it's been more than a week and I apologize. Hopefully you're reading this on a Thursday like I planned, but I'll see how much time I get to type this on the computer.
The response for last chapter was good, (six more reviews!), and I can't wait to here from my favorite reviewers and best fans at the end of this chapter.
On a silly note, I noticed that last chapter I put that it would be Jack and the Métis, but we know that I meant Jessie. I'm writing two OC slash fics and you think it would be easy to keep the two separate but both being J names causes for some brain confusion at times, so sorry for that.
Jessie = Beta Wolf
Jack = Battlefield
Nothing much to say but that I hope you guys enjoy your read and leave me a nice treat at the end.
Warning: This chapter will have a LEMON towards the beginning of the chapter. NOTE: I will be doing the lemon in third person, because one, I think it'll be easier to write that way, and two I can be more descriptive that way.
Sam POV
I opened my eyes to find myself standing alone in a barren field. The yellow grass blew in the wind along with the shirt that hung from my body, the sensation having no feeling of warmth or cold to it. I turned my head from side to side, the sight the same in every single direction.
I heard a noise from behind me and turned to see someone standing a few yards away from me, clad only in black shorts and a white tee-shirt that was oozing blood from the person's left side and right shoulder. I gasped and fell to my knees when I saw that it was Jessie's eyes staring back at me.
"Jess…" I breathed, "Is it really you?"
"Yah Sam," Jessie said as he began walking towards me, "It's me."
"We're have you been?" I asked him as he knelt down next to me, his face mere inches from my own.
"Dead, don't you remember?" Jessie asked me, smiling madly.
"You're not dead," I said, "I can feel it."
"People can feel a lot of things," Jessie said, placing a hand on my cheek, "You have to accept the fact that I'm not coming back."
"But you are!" I said excitedly as I gripped his hands with my own, "You're still warm to the touch, and I have that piece of you locked into my heart and soul."
"Are you sure about that?" Jessie asked, causing my mouth to drop as his skin slowly began to cool, the life vanishing from his skin and eyes.
"No…" I said as his eyes dulled to a bland grey and various figures began to encircle us. I weaved back and forth not being able to make anything out except the black humanoid figures that had only one distinct attribute; their red eyes.
"Move on Sam…..It's too late for me" Jessie said as the vampires began placing their hands all over his body, some even ripping the shirt and delving their hands into his open wounds, causing fresh blood to spill from his mouth.
"You don't mean that," I said, desperately trying to find the strength to save him. I watched in horror as the figures slowly began to drag Jessie beneath the surface of the ground, more and more of him disappearing with each second. "Jessie…" I whimpered as I grabbed his hand, momentarily stopping his descent, "I love you."
"I love you too Sam," Jessie said before the pull was too strong and he vanished.
I awoke with a start, my bare chest breathing heavily as I tried to calm myself and slow my heart beat. I ran a hand through my hair and fell back against the bed, desperately trying to clear my mind of what I had just witnessed.
A shifting beside me alerted me to the fact that I had awoken Emily with my uprising and now I would probably have to talk to her about it or have to deal with a stubborn fiancé. "What's wrong?" Emily mumbled as she nuzzled my chest, wrapping her arms around me in the process.
"Nothing," I said as I moved my head away from hers.
"Tell me," she said, "I'm here for you."
"I said it was nothing," I responded as I stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving Emily alone in the bed.
I turned on the sink and began to wash my face, trying to cool myself down as I tried to run my mind through the dream again, enjoying the few moments I had with Jessie, granted if they were real or just my imagination. I sighed as I realized that I now felt more passion and love for just a glimpse of him then I did for Emily.
It's not that I didn't love Emily any longer, I just didn't love her more than Jessie anymore, and that's what confused me. I began to wonder why the imprint wasn't running its course and drawing me to her at all hours of the day, but figured that the great state of despair I was in had something to do with it.
And now I had this dream that weakened the imprint even more, like a bridge that lost another plank as it blew in the wind, slowly but surely diminishing the connection I had to her. I also knew there was a problem when I postponed the wedding yet again, using the excuse that it still wasn't safe to have the wedding. I don't think I was waiting for safety, considering that La Push would never be one hundred percent safe, but I think I was waiting for something else, something like Jessie.
I sighed as I shut off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom, Emily having fallen back asleep sometime during my absence. I crawled back into the bed and wrapped my arms around her and drew her into me, nuzzling her neck as I tried to fall back asleep, and while I did I acknowledged the fact that holding her wasn't as perfect as it was with Jessie.
I soon fell back into my slumber, the last thought on my mind being the smile that Jessie flashed me and the pure pools of green that were his eyes, and the yearning feeling I had to claim him as mine and only mine.
Third Person (Only for the lemon)
Jessie was gently awoken as he felt someone gliding a gentle hand through his hair, wrapping their fingers in his soft locks. Jessie grinned as he felt a set of lips placed against his cheek in a way to say good morning. Jessie opened his eyes and leaned up to kiss Andrew good morning, enjoying the warmth that he brought him.
"Morning Alex," Andrew said as he leaned down and kissed Jessie again.
"Morning Andrew," Jessie said as he rested his head against Andrew's broad and bare chest.
"Are you ready to meet the pack today?" Andrew asked.
"I've already met them, in case you forgot," Jessie said as he stretched against Andrew.
Andrew grew angry as the previous memories flashed through his mind, his blood boiling as he continued to replay the scene of Michael knocking Jessie out cold over and over again. "I want you to meet them properly," Andrew said.
"Alright," Jessie said kissing Andrew's chest, "But I have a feeling you want to do something else first."
"It's only been a week, but you already know me so well," Andrew said as he sat up and pinned Jessie below him.
"Well, we are soul mates after all," Jessie said with a forced smile.
"That we are," Andrew said as he began to kiss Jessie's neck, biting and nipping, leaving marks all in his wake.
Jessie tilted his head back in pleasure and moaned as Andrew continued his ministrations, wrapping his arms around Andrew and clinging to him. Andrew slid his hands underneath Jessie's shirt and began to rub his hand back and forth over the tanned flesh, finding a nipple and rubbing the nub into hardness.
Jessie soon grabbed his hand to stop him, causing Andrew to look at him, "Please," Jessie said, "I need you."
"Alright," Andrew said as he quickly delved his hand into his nightstand drawer, pulling out some lube. Andrew quickly removed his one article of clothing, exposing his precum leaking length to Jessie who wet his lips at the sight. Andrew then moved to Jessie, removing his shirt and boxers, exposing him fully to the larger man.
"Beautiful," Andrew said, "You're so beautiful."
Jessie blushed, unknowingly adding to Andrew's attraction, and began to writhe and moan underneath Andrew, "Please hurry," he said, as his own length remained painfully hard.
"Right," Andrew said as he uncapped the bottle of lube and worked a generous amount over three of his fingers. "Relax," Andrew said as he placed the first finger at Jessie's puckered entrance.
"Go," Jessie said, throwing himself at Andrew, initiating a deep kiss as Andrew moved his first finger past the tight ring of muscle. "God," Jessie moaned, beginning to drive Andrew insane.
"So tight," Andrew said as he worked the finger around inside of Jessie, the warmth from within beckoning him to enter. Andrew quickly added the second finger and assaulted Jessie's prostate as he continued to work his imprint.
"I can't take it," Jessie said, "Just…just get in me..please.."
Andrew nearly came at those words, finding it hard to find the restraint not to comply right away. Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and removed his fingers, going back to the lube and spreading a good amount over his weeping length. "Ready?" Andrew asked as he aligned his impressive length with Jessie's entrance.
"Hurry," Jessie said as he parted his legs further apart.
Andrew only nodded his head as he kissed Jessie and began to push into him, dying when his length was surrounded by warm, internal walls that held him close, uniting him with his love. Jessie couldn't help but moan and squirm underneath Andrew as he entered him.
Andrew shoved the last few inches inside of Jessie and found it hard not to start pounding Jessie into his mattress. "Go," was all Jessie said and then Andrew began his work. He started off slow, just rocking his hips with Jessie , slowly prodding his insides with his length. He gradually sped up and began to fuck Jessie harder and faster, wanting desperately to reach his release with his mate.
"Andrew," Jessie panted, wrapping his arms around Andrew's neck and his legs around his waist as Andrew continued to pound into him, striking his prostate with each strike, "I'm close."
"Me too," Andrew groaned, "Hang on."
"I…I can't" Jessie said as he spilled his spunk onto his stomach, spurt after spurt being released as he cried out, the white seed standing out against his tan body.
"ALEX!" Andrew cried as he thrust forward one final time, allowing himself release as Jessie's walls clamped down on his length, milking his juice until the very last drop was excreted. Andrew moaned each time he felt himself release a little more of his essence into Jessie
Andrew collapsed atop Jessie and slowly slid out of him, creating a trail on white as the liquid poured out of him. Andrew smiled at Jessie and reached up to kiss him, "I'll make breakfast," he said, "You can go for a shower."
"Thank you," Jessie said as he stood, grazing his hand over Andrew a final time before he departed for the shower, leaving Andrew to watch his backside as he went.
Jessie POV
I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and then walking over to the shower to turn the hot water on so I could wash myself clean. I fidgeted in discomfort as Andrew's scent and musk spread through the air and entered my nostrils. I stepped into the shower when the temperature was to my liking and I began to clean his seed and sweat off of me.
I hated having to give myself to him over and over again during the course of the week, but knew I had to keep up the act, I even had to go so far as to let him screw me without a condom, something I wasn't happy about, but I didn't have any choice considering that in his eyes we were mates for life so it wasn't exactly like we'd be going out searching for anyone else in our lives.
I rested up against the front wall of the shower, allowing the water to pour on me as I thought about my plans for today. Today was the day that Andrew was going to take me out of his house and show me around his land, showing me what his home had to offer. This would then be followed by a dinner with his pack where hopefully I could find and expose some more cracks within that could hopefully lead to an easier escape.
As I scrubbed my hair I ran through my plan for the fastest escape possible, because I knew that each day I spent with Andrew little by little the repulsion lessened and the attraction grew. "Remember Sam," I said to myself as massaged my scalp, "Remember the pack and how happy they'd be to see you again, how much it would lift their spirits."
I began to rinse my hair, "Think about how hard it is to keep up this act….how draining it is." I said to myself, which was all I really needed to do to keep myself focused and aware that although this life grew more and more appealing, it wasn't the life I wanted for myself.
I exited the shower and began to dry myself off, quickly departing back to Andrew's room to dress. After I was clothed I stepped into the kitchen, finding Andrew still nude cooking something in a pan. I walked over to him and pinched his firm butt, "Shouldn't you get dressed?" I asked.
"Wanted to cook you something first," Andrew said, "Are you excited to walk around today?"
"Sure," I said as I kissed his cheek, "As long as it's with you."
"Wouldn't be any other way," he said as he left, "I'm going to grab a shower and then we'll go."
"Sounds good," I said sitting down at the table.
I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the shower start. I desperately wanted to get out of this house and stretch my legs outside. I had been cooped up in this house for the past week and a half and it was driving me insane; it only made matters worse when I had to act like I loved staying inside all day, just waiting for him to return home from patrols. I wasn't going to play his caged housewife for much longer so I hoped he could handle my eventual disappearance.
Sometime later after I had finished my breakfast Andrew reappeared in the kitchen, nicely and comfortably dressed, extending his hand out to me, "Ready for our adventure?"
"Absolutely," I said as I stood up next to him.
"Alright then," Andrew said as he scooped me off my feet and carried me to the front door, "Off we go."
I let out a fake laugh as we stepped outside and fresh air hit my nostrils for the first time in what I considered too long of a time. Andrew set me down and clasped my hand with his own and began to lead the way through the surrounding forest.
As we walked I could feel the urge and desire to flee grow more and more with each passing second, the draw and pull away from Andrew starting to outweigh rational thought as we walked mindlessly through the area, Andrew occasionally pointing out his favorite spots for thinking and relaxing. I knew it was uncalled for but I didn't exactly think Andrew was the thinking type, although I suppose that the death of his parents could have caused him to be more independent; I knew exactly how that felt.
As hard as I tried to hide my annoyance with the walk I could slowly feel it start to chip away at me, allowing my façade to slowly dissolve before Andrew; however, I don't think he noticed as he jabbered on with pride about his homeland. I had to keep my mouth shut as to avoid questions like "Well where does it lead?" or "How many miles to a road that direction?" or perhaps even, "If I follow this river downstream where will I end up?" All these questions racked my brain but I knew it would be best if I just bit my tongue.
Andrew eventually led me into a field that was covered in flowers and leaves that blew in the chilled breeze. I pretended to shiver, aware that a normal human would be seeking warmth in this situation. Andrew quickly picked up on this and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms up and around me, trying to warm me. "Maybe I shouldn't have brought you out here," Andrew said as he lowered us to the ground and cradled my head in his arms.
"Nonsense," I said, "It's just a little cold wind."
"Well I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he said.
"Too late for that," I thought to myself, but responded by just nuzzling into his chest. "I'm comfortable as long as I have you."
Andrew kissed the top of my forehead as he laid us against the ground, hiding us amongst the brightly colored flowers. "So I figure we have about a few more hours to kill until we head over to Gary's for dinner."
"Do you think they'll like me?" I asked, trying to sound unsure of myself.
"We all got off on the wrong foot, but I'm sure they'll see how great you are, if I can see it I'm sure they can," Andrew said as he stifled a yawn.
"I'm your imprint, I'm supposed to be great to you," I said.
"Have I ever told you you're cute when you're nervous?" Andrew asked.
"Stop it," I said, playfully shoving him.
"Well you are," Andrew said as he closed his eyes.
"That's nice to know," I said as I fell into a nap with him.
I don't know how much time had passed in our nap, but apparently it had been a sufficient amount because I was slowly awoken by the rocking of Andrew as he carried me through the forest; to Gary's I presumed. "I'm starving," I said.
"Me too," Andrew said, "But don't worry Cara is an amazing cook."
"I sure hope so," I said.
"We're here," Andrew said as he set me down and a fairly sized cabin came into view ahead of us.
"Are all of the homes as spread out and secluded as Gary's and yours?" I asked, truly having a moment of curiosity.
"Yah," Andrew said, "At first I loved it because it was nice just having the privacy with my parents, but when they died I felt so alone and scared out there by myself, which is rather odd considering that I could protect myself against anything, but now that I have you it's like that void of emptiness never existed."
"Don't say that," I said, "Always remember how your parents made you feel. You have to take the good with the bad."
"I don't think we have much of a choice there," Andrew said as he opened the front door to the cabin, "We're here!" Andrew called out.
"Welcome," a woman said as she stepped out of a room, wiping her hands on an apron, "It's nice to see you Andrew," she said kissing his cheek, "And you must be Alex."
"That's me," I said as I waved to her.
"Oh sweetie we don't wave here," she said as she walked forward to embrace me in a hug.
"Thanks," I said as we broke apart.
"Now come into the dining room," Cara said "I don't think you realize it Andrew, but you two are a bit late; we're already starting dinner!"
"I guess we got here just in time then," Andrew said as he led me into the room, my heart beginning to beat faster as all sets of eyes turned to us, but then focused on me. I felt the blush began to spread across my face, it actually coming in handy for once, the added color to my face helping portray me as they shy and somewhat dim imprint.
"Look at him," John barked, "Hasn't even been in the room for a minute and he's already turning red."
I inwardly grinned as Andrew growled behind me and I let my eyes roam over the rest of the room. "Calm down Andrew," Gary said from the head of the table, "Take a seat so we can eat."
"Honestly Andrew," Todd said, "I would think even you wouldn't get lost in the woods and hold everything up."
So Andrew wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, a good piece of information that was quickly stored away. "Don't be so rude," a girl next to him said.
I looked at Andrew questioningly as he pulled out two empty chairs on the side of the table and allowed me to sit down, "That's Jade, Todd's imprint, she tends to keep him in line." Andrew said, already anticipating my question.
"A skill that your imprint could work on learning," Michael said as he glared at me from across the table.
I narrowed my eyes and had to bite my tongue to stop from lashing out, wanting to hide my secret from all of them, wanting to keep it as my trump card for the future. "Hello to you too," I said as Andrew sat down next to me and kissed my cheek, an action I noticed caused Michael to twitch slightly and tighten the grip he had on his knife.
"Well now that everyone is here I think we can serve dinner," Cara said, "Camilla will you help me?"
"Sure," Camilla said as she stood and left Patrick alone, rejoining him after she set several dishes onto the table that she had brought from the kitchen.
Cara brought in the main course as raised her glass, which in turn caused everyone else besides Andrew and me to raise their glasses as well. "I never told you why we were having this dinner," Andrew whispered into my ear.
"Why exactly are we?" I asked quickly.
"To Andrew and Alex," Gary boomed, "May their lives together be filled with joy and love! Welcome to the family Alex!"
A chorus of cheers rang out as everyone clanged their glasses together, all except Michael who just downed his drink and slammed the glass down onto the table, the noise going unnoticed as everyone around us laughed and sat back down.
I suddenly began to have the stabbing feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach as I looked around the table to see smiling faces and a warm hand grasping my own. I felt the guilt flow through my veins as I continued to keep up my lie, just prolonging the fact that I would emotionally destroy these people when I crushed Andrew when I left.
I put on my best smile and began to dig in as everyone began their conversations, the pack and the imprints occasionally asking me questions or my opinion on certain subjects. "So Alex, when can we expect some kids?" John asked out of the blue
"I've never thought about adoption," I said honestly, children of my own never crossing my mind.
"I wasn't talking about adoption." John said in a serious tone.
"Do you enjoy being an idiot?" Todd asked John as he threw his cloth napkin in his direction.
Everyone laughed at what they thought was a silly question, but the look in John's eyes confused me, the dead seriousness they held, even though everyone knew I couldn't bare any children; I'm not a woman. I started to laugh and shrugged the question off.
"What do you plan to do here?" Patrick asked as he took a bite of his dinner.
"I don't know," I said, "Andrew barely started showing me around today, and it seems like there is so much to offer here, I guess I'll wait and see what comes my way."
Michael couldn't help but snort at my answer earning him a glare from Andrew. "I've got a question," Michael said, "What did Andrew tell you about your relationship?"
Andrew seemed to tense at the question and begin to fidget, "Michael," he growled.
"What did he tell you?" Michael asked, "Did he give you the crap about how you two were perfect matches or how you were just oh so compatible?"
I looked at Andrew, and looked visibly saddened, while internally I was beginning to grow hopeful that the crack was starting to form so early, "That's what he said, that we're soul mates."
Everyone had stopped their own conversations long ago and now were listening in to watch the exchange. "Oh god," Michael said, "That's such shit. Let me fill you in on something; that's only the case for a man and a woman, two men have ulterior motives."
"I don't understand," I said, truly confused about what was going on.
"When a man wastes his time and imprints on a woman its for the simple use of reproduction, to carry on the line and provide spawn for future generations. However when a man imprints upon another man reproduction is impossible, which would make the imprint seem void and pointless, but it turns out that's not true at all; it's strictly for status and power." Michael sneered, "Andrew imprinted on you because his mind told him you were strong, not because you're compatible with each other, but because you would do an adequate job at defending the tribe; however I think his brain is malfunctioning if it chose you, I mean I seriously doubt that you're any sort of advisory or threat."
I played sad and hurt by the knowledge that I had aqquired, already thinking how I could use it to move myself forward quicker. I turned to the pack and Andrew who silently admitted the truth with their eyes, "Is that true?" I asked Andrew.
"Alex...you don't understand," Andrew said.
"I think he understands plenty," Michael said, hissing at me, "Stupid outsider doesn't know his place."
I frowned at that comment and stood, "Can we finish this conversation outside?" I asked.
"Alex, wait!" Andrew said standing.
"No, Andrew," I said, "I want to talk to Michael alone for a second and set some things straight."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Gary said, "Michael why don't you sit back down."
"You heard the human," Michael said, "He wants to talk so we'll talk, nothing more."
We left the surprised and stunned group in the dining room as Michael led the way towards the door and opened the entrance, quickly shutting it behind us. "So what's your deal?" I asked.
"I don't need you wasting Andrew's and my time with a nuisance like you," Michael said.
"Your time?" I asked, "I'm not wasting anyone's time."
"Obviously you're lying to him," Michael said, "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you're stronger than me."
"Maybe I just have a stronger mind, or perhaps a greater will power," I said, "And apparently my maturity is if you're upset about Andrew imprinting on me and not you."
"I never said I was upset," Michael said.
"It's not hard to pick up on," I said, "I guarantee your friends know all about it."
That seemed to shut Michael up as he glared at me, thinking over his next choice of words in his head. "Who are you?" Michael asked.
"I'm Alex Goulding," I said, "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm the guy who knows you're lying," Michael said, "You may think you have a stronger mind, but there's no way that Andrew could have unconsciously thought that you were stronger than me as a pathetic human. I have problems accepting that, I have problems with you not being a Métis, and I sure as hell have problems thinking your name is Alex!"
"Well you better start believing!" I screamed, "Because Andrew loves me and not you. It's obvious that you're in love with him by the way you act when he shows affection towards me, so I'd get over yourself!" I finished panting, unable to comprehend how the conversations escalated so quickly.
"You think that's love?" Michael asked me, "He's just being fooled into thinking that he loves you, because that is indeed what he'd be if he actually loved you; a fool! Perhaps I'm wrong and he's just using you, god knows I would love that to be true. To the rest of us you're just a worthless outsider who will only bring shame to the tribe. You might as well give it up because although you think you may have Andrew, the rest of the tribe would be quick to give you up."
"Well that's too bad!" I said, developing a new plan in my head, the current portion to appear to grow more and more upset, "Why do you hate me so much? It's not my fault he imprinted on me!"
"It is too!" Michael screamed like a four year old, "I've been waiting for him to realize how much I love him for five years and when he finally seems like he might be coming around you show up and take him away from me!"
"Listen to yourself," I said, "I hardly even know you but I can already tell how selfish you are! You're thinking about what you want and not what Andrew wants. If you really cared about him then you would want him to be happy no matter what," I finished, thinking about how I only wanted the best for Sam.
"You don't know what it's like," Michael said.
"I think I do," I said.
"You don't know anything," Michael said, "You're a silly little boy who deserves no happiness for stealing it away from others."
I wasn't impressed with what he had come up with and didn't really consider it heart crushing, but went with it and let my eyes begin to water as I turned and fled, pretending to be led by my pains of the heart, when in reality I was putting my escape plan into motion.
I panted as I ran on two legs, dodging and weaving through the thick brush as I looked for any sort of path to a more modern civilization. My plan to escape was a bit sudden and brash but I knew the longer I waited the worse the repercussions would be if the pack found out everything I had told them was a lie, and I would certainly pay a big price for stringing Andrew along.
I couldn't help but smirk as I thought about how Bella and I weren't so different in our methods to get what we wanted from a man. I found myself leaping over a log when I heard it, a wolf howl. "Shit," I cursed to myself, "I have to find a road or something fast."
I picked up my pace and began to take a cleaner path, figuring that the pack would be able to follow my scent and easily maneuver through the thick foliage to track me. I needed to get away, I needed to get away fast so I wouldn't slowly get stuck in a life I didn't want with a man I didn't love. I also didn't want to become a prisoner if the pack believed Michael's words and sided with their brother over me.
I soon heard the rushing waters of a river and knew if I could make it there and into the river it could probably carry me away from the Métis reservation, never to be seen by the likes of them again, all I had to do was follow the sound and prepare to take the plunge.
I was so close, I think I could almost make out the water in the dimming light and taste my freedom, but was stunned when I felt a monstrous force tackle me from behind and send me sprawling onto the ground. I groaned and rubbed my head and shut my eyes when I realized a naked Andrew was on top of me. "What the hell were you doing?" Andrew asked me as he gripped my arms.
I cursed myself for just not phasing and escaping that way, cursed myself for not being fast enough, and cursed myself for just now realizing that I wanted to go home and see the pack, my family. I felt the tears began to slide down my face as I thought about how stupid I had been to leave them in the first place; Sam or no Sam they still needed me and I needed them.
"I'm sorry," I said aloud, more so for the pack then the act I had to constantly keep up.
"Why were you trying to leave?" Andrew asked.
"Because Michael said that you didn't love me, that I was just a waste of time for all of you and I would never really be welcomed in your tribe." I said.
"Oh Alex," Andrew said, his love ridden brain taking the bait, "I love you so much you can't even begin to understand it."
"Michael said that you only imprinted on me because of strength, not for love, and that you were just using me." I cried.
Andrew just held me for a moment, kissing my cheek, "I need to tell you something Alex," Andrew said, "I need to be honest with you."
"What is it?" I asked.
"When I first imprinted on you…it really was just for strength, it was just my brain picking out the strongest mate for me…but now…now that I've gotten to know you…I can honestly say that I love you, not just for your power, wherever it may lie in you, but for you as well. I love everything about you, down to the very last hair on your head."
"But Michael!" I whined.
"Screw Michael!" Andrew said, "I'll have the pack deal with him later, right now all I want to do is show you how much I love you and take you home."
I let the last of my fake tears fall as Andrew picked me up, still nude I might add, and began to carry me home. I buried my face into his chest, continuing the charade and I began to grin something fierce. My first escape attempt may have failed, but I further exposed the crack and already developed my next plan.
As Andrew and the pack blamed Michael and questioned him over what he said to me and then didn't believe his suspicions about me it would be the perfect opportunity to slip away. I was ready to try again as soon as possible and be on my way to my true home and family, because I certainly didn't need a new and fake one. I wanted and needed to go home to La Push
I don't know how I feel about this chapter, which is why I think took so long on it. I'd like to think this chapter was more of an experiment than anything to try and see things in a different light just for a second for myself.
Let me know if you prefer the lemon in first person, or thought the third person view was better. It's just something I want to know.
Sorry that this chapter really wasn't all that good and was a bunch of nothing, but I need to fill something in so I didn't just jump from one point to another.
How do you guys picture Jess? What does he look like to you? Let me know, send me a link of a picture or something to let me know what your Jessie Mundai looks like. This has no real purpose but it would be fun for me to see what you guys visualize him as.
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