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SILVER.

Chapter 19: The aftermath.

Sam sent Seth to his house to inform the girls about everything and tell them about Jake. He was very nervous, and he kept shaking all the way to Sam and Emily's house. He didn't need to phase; his shaking was of a different nature.

"Seth, what's wrong?" Emily frantically shook Seth's shoulders when she opened the door.

"The fight was almost over, but one of them tried to escape, and Leah tried to tackle it, Jake jumped to get him off her, but he broke a lot of bones, and now Jake's unconscious at his house. They killed it, but Jake's right side got badly smashed, Paul has a few ribs broken, and Leah dislocated her right shoulder. I'm sorry if I freaked you out." He managed to say it all without taking a breath.

They all let out a breath of relief. It wasn't necessarily good news, but it was over. They could move on from now on.

"Can we go see them?" Bella asked.

"I don't know. I guess?" That hadn't been part of his instructions, but he was not about to question it.

They all got ready to leave immediately. Seth said it was ok with him to walk all the way back. "I need the air, anyway." Poor thing must be in shock.

When they reached Jake's house, Paul was sitting on a kitchen chair looking a bit pale but in a better condition than Bella expected to find him. "Are you alright?" She asked when she reached him.

He nodded. "It still hurts, but they're basically healed by now. Jake got the worst part." As if on cue, they heard an excruciating scream. The guys all hissed and shrank in their spots. They were so worried for their brother. Quil Sr. was rearranging the bones that had healed incorrectly. Quil and Embry were at the brink of tears; they looked ready to barge into the room. Sam had a hand on each of their shoulders. He, too, was worried.

Leah had her arm restrained against her body, and it had been painful to relocate the shoulder. She was crying. She wasn't fighting her tears. Bella observed her closely and suspected that she was the reason behind Jake avoiding her. If she was correct, she wouldn't blame her, but she had to know that Jake and she had no romantic feelings whatsoever. Jake had gotten over her way before Paul imprinted on her, and Bella never had romantic feelings for him. She wished Leah knew that.

Leah might be a wolf, but she was still human. By tomorrow the pain meds would have worked their magic, and she would be able to move her arm freely. She was feeling guilty; she was the one who should be on that bed, not Jacob. He didn't deserve it. He had to recover quickly. What was she going to do without him? That asshole who had been all dovey eyed over Bella at first had gotten under her skin. They had imprinted on each other to their utter surprise.

Quil Sr. stepped out of the room to convey the news to the pack. Everyone quickly surrounded him. "He passed out. But he's gonna be ok. It's not as bad as we thought. But it's going to take a few weeks to heal fully. Maybe less." They all sighed, relieved.

"Can I see him?" Leach asked. No one thought it to be strange. They were pack, and they had been in a fight together. Quil Sr. nodded and let her slip into the room.

She fought a sob when she saw his state. He was sweating, trembling, and fighting the phase. She had never seen Jacob sick, angry, or sad. He always took things face-on with a smile or a joke. It was heartbreaking to see him like this. She had plans for them this evening.

"You promised me you wouldn't do anything stupid." She whispered in his ear. "You broke your promise, and I am very pissed at you. You're gonna pay me when you wake up." She smiled through the tears. She could hear him say he would gladly pay her. He was always trying to seduce her, which was easy when he had to walk in shorts all day and leave very little else to the imagination. His kisses always left her hot and bothered. She wanted him so badly, but she was scared to get hurt. Jacob had been a pleasant surprise in her life. He didn't mind her attitude, and he used it in his favor. 'Use that fire on me, Leah.' He'd whispered huskily in her ear every time.

She grabbed his healthy hand and squeezed it, injecting him with her strength, willing him to recover soon. She sat on the floor next to his head and rested hers on the edge of the bed. She was going to stay there until he came back.

She kissed his unresponsive lips a few times, wiping the tears that kept falling. "Please, wake up." She whispered brokenly.

A soft knock startled her; she hadn't realized that she had dozed off. Emily sneaked her head inside. "I just wanted to tell you that we are all leaving. Are you staying here?" Leah nodded. "Do you anything before we leave?" She shook her head. Emily lingered on the door but quietly came in the room and kneeled before her cousin, taking her hand on hers. "He's strong, and he'll be alright. I'm sure he can sense you here." Leah opened her eyes widely. "Yeah, I have eyes, I noticed." Emily smiled amusedly. She was glad Leah was in love again. It had been very hard on her what had happened with Sam. She deserved her own fairy tale.

"Don't tell anyone. We want to do it on our own." Emily kissed her cousin's hand, getting a small smile from Leah. It was the most they had talked since everything happened.

"Of course." She promised. "Good night, Lee." Leah smiled at her old nickname. Since the catastrophic imprint of Sam and Emily, she had hated that name because they both called her that.

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In the kitchen, Paul was receiving his bill of health.

Quil Sr. told Bella what he had told Paul. "No phasing for two weeks." Bella nodded. She was going to see that he followed it.

Sue and Quil Sr. were in charge of medical things on the rez, except when things could get uglier, like surgery or something similar, they had a doctor on the list for that. He had been the one to guide Old Quil through rearranging the bones.

"That also means two weeks without sex." Paul whispered in her ear. She smacked his chest softly, rolling her eyes.

No sex didn't mean no fun. She wasn't going to say it out loud right now. He was very likely to rip his bandages and carry her to his house as soon as the words left her mouth.

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A few hours later, after making sure he was comfortable, wasn't in pain, and didn't need anything, she lied next to him on his bed. His house was starting to feel more like home the more time she spent in there.

She asked if any of the Cullens had been hurt. "Jasper was bitten by two newborns. I think it burned him or something. He seemed in pain." He shrugged. "That reminds me, in the back pocket of my shorts, there's an envelope that Jasper gave me for you. Can you get it?" He moved slowly so that she could follow his directions.

"There's nothing here." She said, hiding her amusement.

"Oh right. It's in my right pocket." His smile was bright, and his eyes were full of mirth. She rolled her eyes.

"Is it really there, or is it another way to get me to touch you because you can't have any action in two weeks?"

Paul's laughter boomed in the room. "You know me too well. But it is in my right pocket."

She got the envelope, which contained a short note. Bella gasped, surprised. "Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett are leaving the Cullens. They left me their new contacts in case we need anything from them."

Paul's eyes widened. Something big must have happened if they were willing to leave. According to everything Bella had told him, they were more than a clan; they were family. He couldn't help but want to know the gossip.

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Bella was grateful that the extent of the injuries was limited to Leah with a dislocated shoulder, Paul with two broken ribs (that were already sealed but bruised nonetheless), and Jake with his entire side crushed. He had been the worst injured, and she thanked whoever wanted to hear her prayers that it hadn't been worse. One bite and he would have been dead.

It was over, Victoria was dead, her army of deranged newborns was eradicated, and Laurent was dead too. The three nomads that had presented a treat to her life were gone. She could finally take a breath and fully enjoy her relationship with Paul without having to look over her shoulder for any danger.

Paul had told her how his ribs had been broken, and she had been worried about Edward being a new threat, but Paul put her mind at ease. He told her what he did when he realized what Edward had done and assured her that he would not be a problem. "I just know it." He said, ending any other question that Bella was going to ask.

"Now, we do have a problem." He said, taking her hand on his.

'Oh no. Not another.' She thought.

"It's a big, big problem." Bella rolled her eyes feeling relief. He wouldn't be joking about a serious problem.

"What's that?" She asked.

Paul took her hand and guided it to his erection. Bella laughed, pulling her hand off his junk and hitting it on the head. "It's not that big." She teased.

Paul laughed and hissed. "Damn, that hurts."

"Serves you right for being a pervert."

"You didn't think I was a pervert last night." She blushed and stumbled over her words. "We have to think of a way to get rid of my problem."

She leaned towards him, kissing him hotly, getting him more excited than he was before. She broke the kiss, grabbed his two hands, and spoke. "You know what these are?" He nodded breathlessly. "Good. You can use them to get rid of your wood." She pecked him and got off the bed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep the laugh from coming out.

She walked to the kitchen to get some snacks for the both of them, he needed to eat, and now that her heart was no longer trying to leave her body, she could eat something. When she got back to the room, she saw Paul naked on top of the covers. His smile was mischievous.

"What on earth are you doing?" She asked amusedly, leaving the tray on the night table.

He started stroking his shaft without getting her out of his sight. She felt her panties get wet with the sight of him. Jesus, he was going to be the death of her.

"I'm getting rid of my wood." He echoed her words.

"I didn't mean now!"

He shrugged unashamed, still stroking slowly. Bella tried to ignore the sight, but the more he stroked, the wetter she got and the more friction she needed. This is what she gets for getting him riled up. Now she is turned on, and they can't have sex.

"Well, my problem is now." She couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You're insatiable."

"You're not as unaffected as you want to look. I can smell you; you know."

"I know." She didn't, but she wasn't going to say that. She had the upper hand in here. She knew she would end up in his bed doing delicious and fun stuff, but in the meantime, she could play hard to get.