-AN: So...it's been a minute. Does anyone watch "You" on Netflix? But anywho...I never thought I'd get another idea, but I have. Not much to say here...

Summary: "Never let the wolf have control."

Pairing: Sam/Bella

Sam didn't understand how he could be in one place wishing he was somewhere else. With someone else. His beautiful yet scarred Emily held his arm with confidence, a proud air about her.

She was gripping on tightly though. Her Sam was slipping. She knew it, and she didn't understand it. But she would give him anything he asked for. She wasn't so sure if she was really holding Sam to her any longer. It was the magic of something and only that. There was no choice. No..nothing.

She wanted to let her Sam go. She really did. There was something in his eyes that told her she wouldn't be letting go of Sam, but instead letting go of the animal, and that was never a good idea. Sam's wolf had its own conscience, its own mind, ideas even.

Something so profound; it was never once heard of in tribal history. Billy Black even noticed subtle changes and he told Sam on a brisk afternoon. He said, "son...never let the wolf have control. Because the moment it has it, it won't be letting go." Sam never knew what Billy meant until he lashed out months later, Emily's face a permanent reminder of his failure.

He was even more so confused when his animal started taking interest in the leech lover. It didn't want to destroy, fuck..well it did, but that's besides the point. His wolf wanted to claim. Wanted to feel the pale beauty underneath him as she sang a different tune. Sam might say his wolf is obsessed with its observation.

Even though she was with one of his enemy, he could smell the want roll off her every time she was near. The little human was in heat. Oh she needed to feel something alright and her popsicle of a boyfriend wasn't giving any either.

Sam was also taken aback at how even though his animal side wanted to fuck Bella Swan's brains out,

there was a sense of...caring. If he could call it that. The wolf could have anything it wanted, but it wanted the enemy's toy.

To have, to hold, to breed even. This perverted side of him was becoming increasingly bold, no longer wanting to hide behind a mask. Sam found himself changing even. His eyes roaming the body of the 18 year old with passion, knowing Emily could see it as well.

But it didn't matter, because his wolf found whatever it was looking for in her and that's what it wanted. He'd make her want him too.

She was to be married in a week and that gave Sam 7 days to do what needed to be done. It took a few days to tell Emily that it wasn't working anymore, that he was changing and she surprisingly understood, no longer feeling a pull to him. Two days left until Bella's wedding, but Sam only needed one. Barely that. He'd have her crooning in minutes.

Sam was no longer in charge as he snuck inside her window, waiting for her to get home from whatever she was doing with those parasites. He looked at her bed, smelling a rather...interesting scent. He wondered how naughty she was when she was all alone.

He could imagine it now, Bella laid back on the bed naked, her hair spread across the pillow, maybe using one hand to grip at the sheets while the other furiously rubbed at that bundle of nerves. Her pale face flushed pink as she moaned softly into the air, wishing she had more than just her fingers.

He was almost ready to grab his dick at the image, but refrained. She was home within the hour and Sam was giddy. He wondered what she'd say. What she was going to do. Sam knew what he had planned. He was going to break her 4 ways to Sunday.

He heard her quiet footsteps, her sigh of annoyance. When she walked into her room, he heard her gasp with shock, his name rolling off her tongue softly. "Sam?" She flicked on the lamp, basking him in a soft light. Sam didn't say anything as he stared at her. She gulped as he just watched her a moment longer.

She froze as he stalked towards her, and with his height, he reached her in three long strides. His hands shot out, grabbing her by the forearms, lifting her off the floor and pressed her into the wall. He could see that desire flash through her eyes before she glanced at him confused.

She opened her mouth but when he started unbuttoning her flannel, he looked into her dark chocolate eyes and asked, "Do you want me? Don't lie...I can smell it."