Quick AN: Rewriting this whole mess to make it somewhat readable for you guys I've learned a fucking bunch along the way and just coming back to this story makes me cringe so much ⊙△⊙ I do apologise and hope that you'll still stick with me as I gradually rewrite this...
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"Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you've never seen, they'll look at you like you're everything they've been looking for their entire lives. WAIT FOR IT."
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Karmatic Dick.
Embry
My thoughtful stare was suddenly obscured by a yellow swirling flying object that was nearing my face at a dangerously insane rate. Though I could have easily halted the stupid thing from smooching my face I remained stationary, selfishly indulge in my autistic bubble as the thing fulfilled its purpose, which consisted in mercilessly high-fiving my forehead. The heavy thud of skin against plastic was soon followed by a laughing chorus.
A warning growl whooshed past my lips, "Does this look like a fucking beach to you, Cole?" I huffed, rubbing the spot on my forehead where the annoying Frisbee had previously hit me.
The raven teenager shrugged as he bends to retrieve his toy, eyes roaming cunningly around, seeking his next target.
"I'M HUNGRY with capital G. Seriously, where's Emily when you need her?" Seth whined just in time for his belly to unleash an uproaring growl that soon echoed in everyone else's stomach.
"You do know Hungry 's spelt with H, right?" amusement bounced off my words whilst I stared at my now extremely exasperated pack brother.
"Your words are truly appreciated Captain Obvious," Toffee brown eyes rolled back on their own accord as a faked bow was gifted my way, "Though I must admit you're being awfully judgy, Hungry is formed by six letters in total so why can't I give the G the exact same important role as H, I believe in equal rights Emberto and so should you," a cheeky wink came my way evoking slight yet noticeable tremors from my part. The fucker knew how much I loathed my birthday name yet he always threw it around like nothing. "Now back to Em's whereabouts," his tone took a louder edge, frown now marring his features "Anyone?"
"I believe they're somewhere around Switzerland," Brady yawned from the sofa carelessly stretched in front of the ancient chimney, clearly unfazed by his brother's antics.
"Come again?" Seth pressed pushing me aside to tower over Brady's loitering form.
"Her honeymoon duh, you know that special trip to have a private time with your loved one where you locked yourself in a room and do it like they do it on the Discovery Channel."
Brady's bold statement set the room on a strong fit of contagious laughter except for Seth who was scrunching his nose all the way up to his eyebrows as he fights the strong urge to gag. My anger soon subsided and I turned to face the poor traumatised teenager.
"Were you even there for their wed? You know Alzheimer is not something to mess with, pup, maybe you should call Doc Lyle for an appointment."
"SHUT UP EMBERTO, you know you miss her just as much or at least your stomach does," Seth argued, grinning deviously when my stomach complains angrily, faithful to his remark. Damn, I was starving.
"OH EMILY WHY OH WHY DID YOU LEAVE US WITHOUT FOO-?!" Quill exclaimed dramatically only to be cut abruptly by the same yellow fucker who had smooched my forehead before. I tried swallowing my laughter but the sight of the Frisbee stuck in his mouth did it for me and I found myself guffawing along my brothers and a victorious Collin who kept on fist pumping the air. Even though I hate to confess Quill was right.
After all, without food, we were as useful as Sam with a box of tampons. No, really…Bosman had no clue what those were in fact, he thought they were some kind of safe proof fireworks hence he bought 6 boxes for little Clair last Christmas Eve which of course only got him a strong berating speech from Meelee and the spotlight of culprit of never-ending jokes from the pack.
My fingers were currently wiping away some of the residual tears gathered in my eyes due to the ongoing laughter when, unsurprisingly, the front door cracked open and three half naked barefoot boys padded in. Jake patted my shoulder as he passed me, followed by an irritated (shocker) Paul, an amused Jared and an indifferent Leah. Since Sam went away with Emily after the wedding for their sweet honeymoon Jake was now the replacing Alpha of the pack, Jared was the second in command as usual and then came Paul, the third lieutenant. We were eight werewolves in total, but our pack was increasing by the end of the week since I knew Kenneth, my childhood friend, was going to phase sometime around the end of the week.
"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD," Paul growled like the usual caveman charming self he was.
"No such luck doggy," Leah scoffed, patting his shoulder tauntingly.
"You know you could be useful for once and cook something," he spat back at her.
"Kiss my ass Lahote," Leah offered him her middle finger, smacking her rear with her left hand before disappearing into the kitchen.
Paul's body started quaking his murderous gaze solemnly fixed on Leah's retreating figure. The unnecessary ruckus he was throwing was obviously being dismissed since we were all very used to his short temper tantrums by now. However, it wasn't long before baby alpha decided to intervene, reaching him and placing his hand on his shoulder he leant smoothly forwards to sough something in the shell of his ear. His distance made it all the more hard for me to decipher what he was exactly saying to him, though following the movement of his lips I caught the word 'chill'. The commanding undertone laced with the word doing the trick, as Paul's hatred stance reluctantly submitted into a much calmer one, the unrelenting quivers finally vanishing.
Jingle Bell's tune rang sharply all of a sudden, making my hands fly to my ears as I try in vain to seclude them from the hurtful catchy song. Tell me again why the fuck had Emily thought choosing the Santa Claus Christmas tune as her personal ring bell would be such a good idea? I watched as all my brothers hold desperately to their ears except for Seth, who was happily humming along, his eyes closed as an insanely wide smile took over his kind features, FREAK.
I stood up from my comfy place on the couch and marched to the entrance hall, slamming the door open without dawdling in ending the irksome melody. A grinning Kim soon appearing on the other side.
"Hey Kimmie, just in time," I chanted, bending down and encircling her with my warm muscled arms. She returned the soothing embrace ignoring Jared's low possessive growls and pulling away asked me,
"In time for what, exactly?"
"IN TIME TO COOK US SOME AWESOME DINNER, DUH!" I bellowed tugging her towards the vacant kitchen.
Nevertheless, my motions were abruptly halted by an incensed Jared who didn't dawdle in stealing his petite girlfriend from my grasp in a flash movement that left me blinking in surprise.
"DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT, SHE'S NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID!" He then yelled while his hands curled up into fists and his eyes widened, his shape soon beginning to quake.
I back stepped putting my hands up in mock defence.
"Jared, he didn't mean it like that calm down," Kim soothed, grabbing one of his hands between her small ones, her butterscotch eyes silently pleading with his obscured unfocussed orbs. As soon his stance shifted towards hers all his wrath evaporated instantly, a loving smile now surfacing upon his visage, no trace of discomfort left as he stared like a lost enamoured puppy at her. Ladies and gentlemen, the power of an imprint… Not that I knew about it since I was imprint-free for the moment and enjoying every minute of it. Hell, I could date any woman I desired, I was pretty much ecstatic with my state. No strings attached was my heavenly mantra and it would remain that way for a long, long while.
Let's get real, I'll never handle being all lovey-dovey like Jay was with his dear Ness, or as dick whipped like Quill with his Claire-bear, not to even mention Sam, he was such a cheeseball around Emily it made me want to puke my guts in colourful raincorns (you know like the mix between unicorns and rainbows, clever I know…) every time I spotted them together. Don't misunderstand, I was more than thrilled for them all, but all that love and funny stuff in the air was just too much to handle.
"Why don't we call Pizza Hut?" Jake wondered suddenly ending my imprint reverie.
"YAYYYYYY PIZZA HUT! I want five large with pineapple and ham!" Seth squealed, beaming like a small kid who's sitting on Santa's lap.
"Dude, that's just disgusting," I pointed, my lips curving upwards nonetheless.
"How would you know if you have never tasted them?" He replied, poking his tongue out at me. Such a Child.
"I want five large chocolate pizzas with extra chocolate sauce," Collin said. God... was he even hearing his words, chocolate pizza? These kids could eat anything I thought. Yeah like you're in a position to judge.
"I want five KINDER," Brady yelled, the timber of his voice reverberating from the yard.
"Kinder?" Kim asked, puzzled at the raven's choice.
"Yeah, they are the ones with ketchup and extra crunchy chips on them" Jared patiently explained bestowing his imprint a lopsided smile.
"Kim and I want six large with cheddar cheese," Jared added before sinking his nose in the juncture of Kim's neck evoking a sharp blush from the last one.
"Jarbear, I don't think I can handle eating a whole pizza on my own," she pouted at him.
"Don't worry baby, there won't be any leftovers I can assure you," he cooed, placing a small peck on the cheek.
Jake turned to look at me, expectantly.
"Just five of the normal type ones," I said waving my hand in dismissal.
"Add five with corn," Leah bellowed poking her head from the kitchen's door.
"OK. I think I got it," Jake sighed, pulling out his cell phone to make the call.
"Hold your horses boss, I want five with extra pepperoni," Paul said nonchalantly from his current slumped stance on the couch.
"Royer, five with pineapple and ham, five chocolate ones with extra chocolate sauce, five Kinder, six with cheddar cheese, five normal, five with corn, five with extra pepperoni and five with bacon, um guys if my maths doesn't suck we have a total of forty-one large pizzas, start putting out some cash I'm not a bank you know," he said while dialing Pizza Hut's number.
We managed to raise just the exact amount of money, which was three hundred and fifty dollars. I didn't know how the hell we were going to manage, it was our first day without Emily and we had almost spent all our savings on food, eating like we were back from war zone didn't help either. Thing was that with a pack of werewolves and no food the situation could get really ugly really fast. We needed a second Emily, but who would want to cook for eight desperate humongous dogs every day?
MEELEE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU.
Paul
I was dozing off stretched on the living room's couch thinking that if I didn't get my paws on a piece of food soon, I would transform myself in Hannibal Lecter for sure. Hell, I swear I saw my brothers as walking hotdogs. Mmm... Hotdogs... I was mental and deep down I knew it, but I couldn't help it. Besides, the opera concerts my brother's stomachs were performing wasn't helping the case, just annoying me further if that was even possible. Only 15 more minutes for the delivery guy to appear.
The doorbell rang making me jump all of a sudden and falling hard on the floor face down, my actions were followed by loud chains of guffaws. I murdered both irksome twins with my eyes daring them to laugh now, they stopped abruptly at my silent threat. Both Collin and Brady knew better that to mess with me. Good. Oh how I loved to intimidate people, it gave me power. Smirking to myself I straightened my posture and made my way towards the door where baby alpha was attempting some small talk with an awkward loser.
I couldn't really see him since his face was screened from my view due to all the pizza boxes he was holding, poor guy I was pretty damn sure they didn't pay him enough for such a lame job. Whatever. FOOD'S HERE!I happily reminded myself, grinning like a psycho as I approached Jake and started to sort the pizza boxes to their own corresponding owners. I passed Embry his five large normal pizzas and then bent down to retrieve my own with extra pepperoni just how I like them. My feet moved before my mind could catch up to their motions as soon enough I found myself in the kitchen, placing my babies on the dining table afore ripping them open. My mouth watering instantly at the heavenly aroma. However, I cringed at what I saw, these weren't my pepperoni pizzas, this were ordinary pizzas, no sight of pepperoni at all. Oh hell to the nah. My eyes roamed the cramped space hoping to find someone with my babies, maybe there was a misunderstanding? Yeah, no suck luck. Everyone was already digging in their own pizzas with huge careless grins plastered all over their faces as they kept up random conversations bickering back and forth over none essential things not even acknowledging my quaking figure. A profound scowl surfaced on my visage as I made my way back to the hall with the mistakenly delivered pizzas in hand. Jay was on the verge of paying the jackass when I stole the cash from his stretched hand.
"WHAT THE HELL PAUL?!" Jacob snapped, clearly put off but my sudden antics. I ignored him and turned to the dwarfy guy with an ugly red cap that had the PIZZA HUT logo imprinted on it. The cap shielded most of hair and part of his face. He refused to make eye contact as he awkwardly draws patterns with his fidgeting feet, somehow the action only makes madder eliciting my blood to boil.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I finally demanded, opening one of the pizza boxes and showing him the contents, barely restraining myself from high-fiving his dumbass face. His silent response only egged me on,
"I ASKED FOR EXTRA PEPPERONI YOU MORON, IS IT TOO MUCH TO HAVE AN ORDER PLACE RIGHT?!" I carried on, steaming. My wrath was palpable, Jay gripped my shoulder and gave me a hard squeeze forcing me to step back.
"Calm down Paul, it isn't his fault," he tried in vain to reason with me. Too bad I was a goner.
"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, I HAD WAITED FOR ALMOST AN HOUR FOR THIS DONKEY TO BRING THE PIZZAS OVER HERE AND HE HAPPENS TO BRING ALL THE PIZZAS EXCEPT MINE?! YOU SUCK AT YOUR WORK. I DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK YOUR BOSS HIRED YOU! HE'S OBVIOUSLY BLIND TO HIRE SUCH AN USELESS BRAT," I exploded, making him flinch as my harsh words performed him like knives. He was terrified, my outburst left him shaking, his heart was thumping at records time and perspire was rapidly accumulating on his forehead, Not that I gave a flying fuck. Hell, I wanted him to be afraid of me, nobody and I repeat nobody messes with PAUL LAHOTE'S FOOD, not if they wanted to preserve their lives, that is...
"I'm so s-s-sorry please sir I-i-i-" the kid rushed to say in a croaked, broken voice, I realized he was on the verge of tears, but I couldn't restrain from saying what elapsed next, "Oh well, I'm sorry too, but I won't be paying for any of this shit," and to emphasize my point I took off the boy's cap and threw the cheesy pizza all over his head a smug smirk plastered on my face while doing so. However, the worst nightmare happened when the kid raised his glassy eyes to meet mine and I realised I wasn't looking at a boy, but a teenage girl. The fuck?
Her wild auburn hair was in a distressed mess, curls sticking to her cherubic face and tee. Since it was all cunningly hidden inside that horrendous cap I couldn't pinpoint her precise gender, leaving me to believe she was a boy. A thick pregnant pause descended upon us as she kept me frozen in place, those damn eyes. Those beautiful vulnerable greenish-blue eyes pierced my soul getting to my own very core.
It finally dawned on me.
I had imprinted.
Oddly enough, everything ceased to exist, everything but the dainty precious creature that stood shakily in front of me… What the fuck was gravity at this point?. She was gravity, my gravity…The pulling force holding me to the earth, she was my saving grace, my anchor, my... My everything.
I tried to come up with the correct words to apologise for my crazy ass behaviour, but the words stumbled in my uncoordinated tongue and I couldn't help but choke on them. The girl took off then, running at the speed of lightning never pausing to look back.
An invisible force suddenly slapped the air outta me as the blinding spell she had me under succumbed. I had scared the shit out of my imprint, I had embarrassed, and worse of all I knew she loathed my guts and was never ever going to talk to me again. My body stood frozen in place watching as the entire existence of my measly life faded away as each determined step took her further and farther away from me, leaving a greasy path of cheese and tomato sauce on her way.
I'm such a Karmatic dick…
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