Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I haven't forgotten about this story. I just had a writer's block as to what to do with this story. What helped was to change the POVs because I planned to write this chapter into Bella's POV, but changed my mind and used Paul's and that was a lot easier. I decided to end this chapter with a cliffhanger. Enjoy reading and please review! :)

Paul's POV

It was almost like pure agony to wait for Bella's return from Italy. As long as my mate was here with me away from those vamps, I could finally be at peace.

I imagine being with Bella and talking to her about the imprint. And what we should do from there.

If only I didn't drive her away to have her go to Cullen...the walking dead...

Bella only went that what'sherface (that little shorty leech) so she could somehow save Cullen. As if Bella was the only one to save him. If you ask me, Cullen's being so dramatic to go 'kill himself' when he didn't even have all of the facts right. If only Jake had let Bella answer the damn phone instead, then Cullen's unnecessary theatrics would've never happened.

Bella could've still been here with me.

It still shocked and surprised me that I wanted Bella with me. As much as I hate to admit, she was my imprint. That made her being my world, my everything. I'd do anything for her. I'm really a dog and Bella did have me on a leash.

Oh, Spirits, I'm really whipped like the guys. Just like Sam and Jared with their girls. At least Emily or Kim never had a past with leeches.

Of course it had to be my mate. It had to be someone who's so stubborn to put up with me.

What still made me wake up in the morning was being in the pack and acted as if everything was normal. But we all knew it wasn't. Jake was worried like I was about Bella's safety. All I wanted was for my mate to return in one piece. If not, then the Cullen's ashes would look nice on the ground.

The guys like Quil, Embry, Jared, and Leah would made fun of me for how whipped I was over Bella. My mind was about her twenty four seven. They all understood why, but it got on everyone's nerves at some point. Especially, Jake's. But he's just jealous that he couldn't have her.

I knew his thoughts and it was obsession about Bella. Sam and I believe he wouldn't stop thinking about her or wished he had her until he imprinted on some poor, unfortunate girl.

I wish I could go over to Charlie's so I could watch him or take care of him, whatever Bella wanted me to do for him. But that was Jake's duty. As I've seen from Jake's mind that him and Charlie got along great and he even wished that he dated Bella. That got my blood boiling because I knew Jake had thought that purposely so it could piss me off. As if Charlie could dictate who Bella fell in love with. I had to make sure I would have his approval. But that may be tricky. He was a cop. I had a few run ins with him on bad occasions...

But I have to win both of the Swan's hearts. Especially, Bella's. Grovel on her feet if I have to when she would come back and treat her like a damn princess. Make up for how I had nearly killed her. To this day, I never forgave myself for that. I hurt my own mate...

Sam told me before to not wallow in misery over that. Reminded me that Bella was fine and healed. But I had to hear it from her how she was with me after the attack. Sam understood because he never forgave himself for scarring Emily.

The both of us were pieces of trash and that was something we agree on.

One night, I was on patrol with Jake. After Bella left, we could barely tolerate each other because of his pathetic crush. I had to hear his mopey thoughts about Bella. That happened all the time before I imprinted on her. Now, she's my imprint. I couldn't stand it. It was getting me and my wolf aggravated.

Bella's MINE!

Jeez, I get it already, Paul! Jake interrupted my thoughts. I didn't know I made that declaration to him. I'm glad he heard it and got the message though. I was just saying that Bella's back and she called me a few days ago to ask for your address so she can visit you to talk. She wanted to see you in person.

That made me stop in my tracks. I sensed that Jake was giving me a smirk. He knew where he had me. My weakness. Bella was my weakness.

But he had to wait for days to let me know that?!

Why did you wait for a couple days to let me know Bella was going to call me, Black?! I roared at him. Why couldn't you have told me on the same day she told you?! The same day she came back?!

It wasn't a couple of days. Only a few. Jake retorted smartly. What a dick.

I growled at him in response losing my impatience with baby Alpha. He actually barked out an amused laugh.

We figured that would be on your mind all the time and you wouldn't focus on pack matters. Bella wouldn't give me much details about what happened, but only wanted to let you know. Everything. I didn't know why she wanted to talk to you all of sudden. Maybe she had a change of heart.

I hoped so. I hope she'd give me another chance.

But you'd have to wait to hear from her after two weeks because she got grounded for her little Italy escapade.

I inwardly groaned. More waiting...? Just perfect.

Ever since Bella was gone and I haven't seen her, I've been more mean and rude to the pack and to people in general. The pack (especially, Sam and Leah) was pissed off and at their wits end with my miserable attitude. Even Embry snapped at me one time, losing his patience. He was usually the calm and levelheaded one.

"We get it that you miss Bella, Paul, but don't take it out on us!" Embry exclaimed while the pack was at Emily's one day.

"He's right," Sam agreed and turned to me. I felt like Jake when he got lectured for moping about Bella to cut off his friendship with her. I was getting the same treatment. "Quit this sulking attitude, Paul. It's making the pack lose their focus. Look, I understand how you feel. Really. But you can't let it consume you. Bella returned from Italy and she's alive and well. You'll be able to see her soon."

Soon. That's what they always say. But I'm impatient and I desperately needed to see my imprint. The waiting was far too long.

There was a lot that needed to be talked about. Like what happened in Italy with the bloodsuckers and about us. If Bella wanted the imprint...

I was lost in my own thoughts about that again.

But I couldn't let her go like that. The pack would just have to suck it up.

Days turned into weeks. The time went by slowly. Until finally, I heard my phone ring and I quickly picked it up to answer it. As always, I hoped it was Bella, but was always met with disappointment when it wasn't her.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to lower my expectations.

"Hello, Paul. It's me. Bella." It was so good to hear her voice again.

"Bella?!" My voice couldn't contain the excitement and relief. I had so many questions to ask her, but decided to settle with just one. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," She answered, but didn't sound convincing. "Um...Listen, Paul, I have something to tell you."

My ears perked up like a dog. Maybe she wanted to talk about the imprint or Italy situation.

"Go ahead." I encouraged her to continue.

"Because of everything that happened, my parents talked about what to do with me. They just don't want to see me get hurt anymore. I fought with them once about it, but they're really serious this time. So, they believe it's for my best interest to move to Florida so I can live with my Mom."