The Alpha's Bride—Jacob + OC
Jacob Black was forced into a position of power when he first started phasing. Now he's been an Alpha to the La Push wolf pack for almost twelve years, and almost everyone on the reservation are hoping that he'll get married and produce an heir to the wolf pack and to the tribe.
Almost everybody on the reservation (at least those "in the know") still believe that having an imprint (or even just a wife) is essential to continuing the legacy of the Quileute heritage. Jacob, on the other hand, is still suffering from having his heart broken by a woman who left him for a vampire. On one night, Jacob and all of the guys from the pack heads to Las Vegas to celebrate a bachelor party for one of his pack brothers. What he didn't expect was that he would end up getting married to a girl that he not only just met the first night...but who is also his imprint.
Sara Carnegie comes from a well-off family from New York, but made a move to Washington to study teaching and hoping to work with children with special needs. She went through a bad break-up, and immediately put her heart and soul into her studies. Her friends, however, wanted to take her to Vegas to get her mind off of everything and to live life. What Sara never expected was to marry a complete stranger, and wake up in bed with him the next morning.
Sara wants an annulment, but Jacob wants more time with his imprint. With reluctance, Sara agrees to take her classes online and move with Jacob to La Push to at least make their marriage work for the next six months of it.
Could Sara love Jacob for who he is, or will she run the moment she discovers the truth?
Chapter 7
Jacob's POV
Driving over to a place I once called home for many years, I can remember all of the good and bad memories that came with it. As much as I love my dad, it was never easy living there with all of the painful memories that stayed with me after all these years.
My mother died when I was only seven-years-old. It was a raining day when it happened, and my sisters and I were at home with one of our aunts. My parents were out at the mall in Port Angeles, shopping for my birthday present. They didn't want me to see the present until that night, but it would be the worst birthday I have ever experienced in my life. A drunk-driver hit them head-on in the pouring rain, leaving my father paralyzed from the waist down and my mother already dead at the scene.
My life changed completely, and though I was still a happy kid as I got older, losing my mother was the hardest thing that's ever happened to me.
While I drove, I glanced over at Sara, who was practically shaking like a leaf. Although I can understand that she's nervous, I couldn't stop the hunger in my eyes when I saw her biting her bottom lip. I thought it was sexy, but maybe it's mostly hormones that I'm feeling other than wanting to hold Sara and kiss her senselessly.
God, could it be any more obvious that I have strong feelings for my imprint?
Anyways, I noticed that Sara's hands were shaking pretty bad, so looking back at the road in front of me, I took one of her hand and gave it a little squeeze before kissing her knuckles. She looked at me and gave me a smile. "Sara, you'll be fine."
"Well, wouldn't you be scared if you met my father?"
Oh, she has a point. "Point taken, but just relax and be you. My dad will love you,"
"What about your mom?"
I would've crashed the both of us if I were still human, but luckily I kept my composure. Not taking my eyes off the road, I said, "My mom died when I was seven, in a car accident."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know,"
"It's okay, and you're right. You didn't know. I would've told you eventually, since we are married, so at least you asked now instead of later down the road, huh?"
"Right." Sara replied, turning her head toward the window so I wouldn't see the tears begin to form. I could smell the tears before they left her eyes, which caused me to squeeze her hand again. "What was her name?"
"Sarah, with the 'h' at the end. Similar to yours, though."
She laughed softly, and before we both knew it, we were already in front of my father's house. Putting the car into park, I looked over at Sara and asked, "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Getting out of the car, I ran inhuman speed and reached for her door. Opening it, I held out my hand for Sara to take, which luckily she did. Walking toward the door, I could feel the fear I had, and my heart pounding a mile a minute. The only thing that I hoped for was for Sara to accept this part of my life, and eventually accept me.
Walking into the house, the anxiety I was having just hit the roof as I called out my dad's name. I could hear the wheels rolling across the carpet from the eighties, as my dad came from the kitchen. "Jake, what brings you here? I thought you were gonna hang out at Sam's place?"
"I did, but there's someone I want you to meet." I noticed that Sara lingered closer to the door, so I pulled her back toward me, standing her right in front of me. Rubbing my hands down her arms, I could feel the tension slipping away from her body. "Dad, I know it's sudden, but this is Sara...my wife."
There was a long pause. "Wife? Did you just say wife, or am I hearing things?"
"Yep, we're married."
My dad's eyes widened, and his mouth soon curved up into a big smile. Taking a hold of Sara's hand, he said, "Thank God, you married him. I'm so relieved,"
"Wait, what? Why are you relieved?"
"So I don't have to do your laundry anymore."
"Oh ha-ha, very funny Dad."
The next hour or so, Sara and my dad were getting along just fine. Actually, I could tell from the look on my dad's face that he loved her already. She was very kind to him, and laughed with him; hanging on to his every word. God, I'm already falling for her. As we were finishing up lunch, Sara asked if she could use the bathroom. After directing her to it, my father waited until she was completely out of earshot to say, "Is she your imprint, Jacob?"
That caught me off guard a little, but then again, my father knows everything about this world more than I ever will. Hell, he even seen his own grandfather shifted when he was just a little kid. "Dad, I can explain."
"Explain what? That you've convinced her to marry you somehow, without telling her about this other life you have. Jacob, I expected better from you, and I never knew if you would ever imprint at all in your lifetime."
"Dad, it's complicated. When I saw her in Vegas, it felt like a part of my soul was alive again. The fire in me reignited, and I don't want to lose her like I lost Bella when I was young and stupid."
"And you think this isn't stupid enough. I don't care if she's your imprint or not; the bottom line is you've lied to her about who you are, and you're trying to buy time that cannot be obtained that instantly."
"Dad, please."
"Son, I love you very much. I just don't want you to get hurt again, and I don't want to she her hurting either. Sara is a lovely young lady, but you have to realized that you're playing with her emotions in this. Don't hurt her, Jacob."
"I would never hurt her, Dad. I care about her; I might even love her."
"Son, you won't ever know what love is unless you open your eyes to what you're forcing her to do."
"I'm not forcing her, exactly. I just asked for some time, that's all."
"Jacob, just don't hurt her. Okay? She may seem strong on the outside, but I can tell she's hurting on the inside. She kinda reminds me of your mom, and her strength and vulnerability. Son, all I ask is that you at least think about what you're asking her to do before you both make a brash decision."
Thinking about what he said when Sara came back, I realized that I was making sacrifices, and so was she. I know that my feelings for her are strong, but all I need is time...