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?
A/N: Hey everybody, I hope you've enjoyed the ringing of the new year! Yes, 2016 will be different than 2015. Then again, don't we all say that every single year? Anyways, so here's the next chapter, and I know that the last chapter was not exactly what everyone else expected, but there's more to Sara's life that everyone will soon learn about. You'll just have to keep reading to find out. So, here's chapter eighteen! Happy reading!
Chapter 18
Sara's POV
Thanksgiving with Jacob's family and friends was probably the most memorable day of my life. I loved spending time with them, and I soon realized that I liked La Push and Forks a lot more than I thought I would. It's been such a long time since I've felt like I belong somewhere, and here in La Push, I truly did.
There was one setback to that day, and I couldn't blame her for her doubts. Jacob's other sister, Rebecca, came for Thanksgiving. I could understand her doubts about our marriage, but I probably could do without her constantly pointing it out. I'm surprised that though Rachel is older than Rebecca by twenty minutes, but they're completely flipped.
Rebecca seems like the responsible one in this situation, although I can see that Rachel is a role model as well. They're like day and night, and I'm surprised that I could tell them apart.
Jacob was pretty pissed every time Rebecca asked me questions about our relationship. When did you meet? How long have you dated him? Are you pregnant? Actually, that last question when it was asked, Jacob had this weird look on his face; almost as if he was happy if I was. I didn't know if whether I should be thrilled that he could picture children with me, or feel a little creeped out.
Anyways, Jacob tried to steer me away from Rebecca every chance he's got, but we both knew that we're family now. There's no escaping it.
The day after Thanksgiving, I tried reaching out to my parents again, but so far nothing. Jake felt horrible about the situation, but I've told him that it's not his fault. Things happen, and we just have to move forward. Instead, we've decided to spend the day shopping. I knew he hated every second of it, but it was kinda cute seeing him hold my purse when I tried on some clothes in whatever store we went to.
I guess after talking over the phone, and the intense physical attraction we had for one another, it just came naturally to us. At the end of the day, Jake thought it would be cool to go by a shop owned by a member of the tribe.
Walking inside, I was mesmerized by the dream catchers and the books on Native American history, with some stories from tribal legends. It was amazing, I have to say. Jacob bought me a bracelet, with the designs of his tribal emblem (just like his tattoo on his arm), and he even got me a book on the Quileute legends. When we went to check out, the owner of the store looked at me a bit funny. Jake growled, but it didn't fazed the man. To be honest, I felt like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't place my finger on it.
When we left, Jacob told me who the man was. "Hunter Whitelong, one of the tribe's elders. The shop belonged to his family since the 1930's. The books were great sellers back then, but I guess anyone would want to read something during the Depression."
"He seems lonely," I said, once we've entered the house. Walking into the bedroom, with Jacob following close behind, I set the bags I was carrying on top of the bed. "Does he have any family at all?"
"Well, he was married, but his wife died a long time ago. Maybe twenty or thirty years or so?"
"Oh, that's awful. How did she die?"
"We do know. Some people thought she was sick, but she was pregnant before she died."
"What about the baby? Is it alive?"
"As far as I know, no. The baby didn't survive. Well, at least that's what we're hearing. Hunter hasn't spoken of his wife or his child in years. Not sure why,"
"Still, I feel sorry for him."
I felt a warm pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind, as I moved my head to the side. His soft lips pressed lightly to my temple, as I moved my handover his bicep closest to me. "I get it, Sara. I do. It's just, he doesn't like company. Don't worry too much over it, alright?"
"But, he's a part of your tribe. You're the chief, aren't you?"
"What's your point?" He asked me, as I moved to sit on the bed.
"Everyone here looks to you as a source of guidance and leadership. Don't you owe him the same respect? I mean, in a way, you are his King."
One second, he had this crazed look on his face. Then next thing I knew, he pounced. I tugged on his short, inky-black hair, as he moved his lips from mines to my neck. I'd let out a moan, as his hot mouth moved further down. Suddenly, I was only in my bra, as he tugged his shirt off, as he kissed me again. "Then that makes you my queen," he whispered seductively, as his hands moved in all the right places.
I guess you can say that we're both sexually frustrated, and sexually attracted to one another. I mean, he is a God, in physique and all. I let out another moan, as he nipped at my earlobe, and said, "I guess we could have some fun here, instead of going to the bonfire."
Pulling away, he looked down at me and replied, "Nice try, but we're going."
Worth a shot, right?...