NOTES | Alpha Orders |Inner Wolf | 'Talking in Mind Link'
Chapter Four | Mine
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Sam and Emily frowned, it's going to be tougher to get to her than I thought. They breathed in deeply as they continued to stare at another unknown link in the Joshua Uley trials.
Loveless clenched her fists. "I am a Wickers. And may I borrow a pair of scissors?" Her eyes narrowed, there might not have been a reason to be rude when asking for something. But the staring was pushing it.
Emily's eyes lit up at the chance to be helpful, "of course!" She smiled widely and moved easily through her kitchen to retrieve the item.
Jacob smirked, "need some help?" He flexed his right bicep. He could at least try to start over. She seemed to have not had the same easy and loving life he had had so far.
"Oh," Loveless smirked in reply. "How's your nose?" she blinked sweetly and cocked her head to the side as she feigned interest. "You sure you're not a little girl? You sure whine like one."
Jacob scowled as Paul and Sam chuckled. He huffed out a sigh and stayed quiet. He didn't really want to pick a fight, her hackles were raised and Sam would bite him . . . no the tail.
Emily returned. Begrudgingly wanting to let her leave just yet, she asked "Are you hungry? I brought home lasagna, Chinese, hamburgers, chicken, and fries." Emily smiled sheepishly, "I wasn't sure what you liked. . ." Her lips pursed slightly. "I wanted to make sure that you had a little of everything. A well proportioned meal." Emily's eyes shined brightly.
Loveless nodded. "I ate a salad earlier with Mrs. Clearwater." She held the scissors in her hands as she spoke to the other woman. She didn't need to be overly rude. But she wanted to make sure that the other understood her place - away from her. Emily could go anywhere - as long as Loveless did not have to be privy to the whys and wheres.
Emily frowned as her chocolate eyes raked over the girl before her.
"You're too skinny."
Loveless turned with cold eyes - towards the tall hulking male that had spoken. "My weight is my business and none of your concern. I am perfectly healthy." She stared at him in the eyes - glaring emotionlessly; her eyes closed off to the world that surrounded her. Looking, but not seeing.
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Paul chuckled quietly as she went off on Jacob. The little shit didn't learn easily. It had been that way with Bella before Jacob had seen her true colors. Just as ugly on the out as the inside. Nicole had called Jacob a girl. I like her. She had balls, figuratively speaking - well, he hoped it was. It would only get awkward if not.
His dark eyes flickered over the girl once more. She seemed different. More alluring, and it had been a while since Paul had thought about that. Now, don't get it wrong - Paul Lahote had not lost his sexual edge. It kicked every 5 - 10 minutes. He just wasn't dumb enough to believe they could handle the actual animal side of himself.
"Lasagna, Chinese, hamburgers, chicken, and fries." Paul swallowed as his eyes widened as he listened to Emily list what she had picked up for dinner. Damn. Food did sound pretty marvelous at this moment.
Paul frowned as the others soft voice floated over his ears, settling deep in his eardrums. What? A salad? His dark eyes raked over her body. How the hell could a salad be filling? That's impossible! - Or it could be the fact that I'm an Alpha Wolf. . . I still doubt a salad is filling though - it's mostly just water. That couldn't possible hold for long. "You're to skinny." His eyes widened, he hadn't meant to speak. The girl seemed on edge already - there was no reason for Paul to further complicate things.
The wolf inside of him surged, body trembling as she turned his way. What was this? He'd never felt this way around a woman ever. The breath was stolen from his very lungs as their eyes connected. One set confused and disbelieving, the other bored and angry.
Mine. Paul held back a gasp. It was his wolf. Earth's gravity was no longer keeping him on the ground. It was her. She was the reason Paul was still standing here. He had found his sole reason for breathing, let alone living.
Paul swallowed hard as his body started the thrum for just her. He needed her. Wanted her. Craved her. And as he sat completely frozen, Paul Lahote realized this was the first time Paul had ever said he needed anything.
He had just imprinted.
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Loveless couldn't help but roll her eyes. She held her hands out and carefully took the scissors. She didn't want to physically hurt anyone. Loveless just didn't want them trying to make her care for them.
"Oh . . . what are you using them for?" Memories of the girls back surfacing in her mind once more. Emily swallowed and glanced at Sam with shifty eyes. She didn't want it to look like she was prying. Emily didn't want Loveless to think that she might have spoken about . . . She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she unconsciously touched the scars on her right cheek.
Loveless arched an eyebrow, "stay out of my business and I'll stay out of your way." She turned quickly and headed back upstairs. Who does she think she is! She hissed in the soft air as she climbed the stairs. Emily had no right to think that! No right to, for one second, think she had wanted the scars she had been given.
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Paul frowned as he watched his imprint head up the stairs. A small whine escaped from his throat as he realized his imprint hadn't even felt the tug of the imprint. Paul slowly turned to the elder hulking male next to him. "Sam...?"
Sam and Emily turned to the normally rowdy alpha wolf questioningly. Sam pulled Emily into a tight hug against his right side as he looked at Paul questioningly.
"I just imprinted."
An eeri silence filled the kitchen. What?
Sam's eyes flitted to Emily before looked at Jacob.
Jacob stood quickly the chair falling backwards. "Don't look at me! Hell NO! I am not his soulmate!" Jacob's eyes widening as he shook his hands frantically in a negative manner. "Seriously? It would have happened by now if that was the case."
"Y- you imprinted on Loveless?" Sam frowned in question. He blinked a few times as he went lax. Not only had he hurt Loveless by trying to ignore the thought that Joshua Uley was a cheater. Something Sam and his mother had known all too well. But he had kept a brother, his alpha, from his true love.
"Who?" Three people chorused in confusion.
Sam shook his head. "Her full name is Loveless Nicole Uley-Wickers."
"Um?" Jacob's brows furrowed.
Paul frowned, "Sue clearly said Nicole Wickers."
Sam nodded and motioned for the others to move closer. She might actually try to kill me if she hears me. "From what I've been told from Doctor Annabella . . . her mother named her that out of bitterness. My father - Joshua Uley - got her mother knocked up and ran away, didn't want to take responsibility." He paused as he saw the edge of Paul begin to blur. He waited for him to calm. "Apparently at the age of five, she just abandoned her on Joshua's door step."
Paul growled and tried to stay calm. How dare she! His brows furrowed deeply as he fought against every instinct in his body to run to her and wrap her in his arms. Never to let go.
Emily squeezed his shoulder lovingly and waited for Sam to continue.
"Doctor Annabella said that Loveless never confirmed it but she was pretty sure one if not both were physically abusing her."
Paul snarled. Tremors began to course through his body.
"Paul . . . just breath. She's here now. We can keep her safe." Emily cooed softly. A motherly affection brightened in her eyes as she glanced at Paul and then Jacob.
Sam gave the others a sad smile. "And from what Emily said earlier. It . . . most be true." He ran a hand through his short cropped hair. I should have believed her when she called the first time.
Emily smiled softly. "Would you liked to bring your imprint some food?" She laughed softly at the look that flickered in his eyes at the thought.
Paul's lips pulled back to reveal perfectly straight white teeth. He nodded his head eagerly and held out his hands.
Emily giggled and shook her head in disbelief. He is so whipped. And adorable!
Jacob smirked and voiced Emily's thoughts. "Our Alpha is whipped."
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Paul gulped softly. what the hell's wrong with me? When have I ever been nervous? She is special. I know. He balanced both plates on one arm and hand while he raised the other to knock on the door - before taking the plate on his arm back into his other hand.
"What?" She snapped.
Paul frowned - his imprint hated him. "I brought up some food and some pie."
Loveless opened the door a small crack. Damn me and my loved for pie [dean winchester ref]. She looked at the tall bulky Native skeptically. "What type of pie?" She did her best to feign disinterest - failing miserably.
Paul smiled softly. His imprint had a thing for pie. "It's apple." His wolf howled in joy at the look of happiness and desire that flitted across her face. She loves apple pie. He pulled the pie up into the air - out of her 5'4" [his 6'4"] reach. He held up the plate of food. "I want you to eat some of this first, then I will give you your pie." He watched as Loveless held out her hands for he plate.
His inner wolf whined slightly. Don't you dare . . . we both want to stay with her longer. Paul shook his head. "If you think for one second I'm going to give you both plates . . ." He gave her a knowing look. He held out the plate of food. "I want to see you eat some of this . . . then you can have your pie." Good job.
Loveless pouted. Damn you, you fucking tall Native. She opened the door wider and glared as the 'smug' Native walked into the room.
A small happy smile graced his lips. His dark eyes flitted around the room. A since of pride filled him. "Do you like your furniture?" Paul questioned coyly.
"It's okay," She shrugged. "A lot more wolf accents on the night-stand and the bed though."
Paul smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," He trailed off for a moment and licked his dry lips. "I was going through a huge wolf phase when I made those two pieces." We still are.
Her eyes widened slightly. "You did this?"
He blushed softly. I'm fucking blushing. "Y-yeah . . . Sam, Jared, and I. I made your collection by myself. It's what we do . . . we own Tymber-Furniture Designs."
Loveless nodded. "It's good." She took the plate from him and sat Indian style on her bed and began to eat while Paul sat in the white chair; reveling in the fact his imprint had somewhat praised him.
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"There! Now give me my pie and get out!" She reached for the plate still in Paul's hand. Her eyes narrowed. She wanted that apple pie and sew as going to get it.
Paul chuckled and exchanged plates. "Emily said you have school tomorrow - so be up by 6, school starts at 7."
Loveless groaned. Minutes later she handed the other plate to him.
"Thank you," Paul breathed out softly.
She frowned giving him a funny look - confusion lurked in her eyes. Why was he thanking her for eating food.
"For eating," answering her unasked question. Paul smiled softly. "I'm thank you for eating for me sweetheart." A soft southern accent clung to the words as he whispered them. He wished he could reach out and touch her.
Loveless rolled her eyes, "you don't need to worry or care." Her back stiffened as she glanced at him once more. "You can go." Loveless glanced at him once more before ignoring him.
Paul gave her a soft smile and left. I know I don't need to - I don't have to either - but I do. You're mine, little one. Mine and no one else's. Paul knew he was being dismissed . . . But he couldn't really bring himself to care. The wolf and himself were both placated that they had gotten to watch her eat.
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Well, here we are again. Under normal circumstances a person should thank you for still being on the roller coaster ride . . . shouldn't they? But this is different and we both know it.
I know, I can feel the disapproval from the way I have handled things. But I'm not a fan of my brother. I don't like him. Truthfully, I don't even like having to associate that he is my brother. He didn't want me. Didn't believe me.
Why do I have to be nice? As it is easy to tell, I'm frustrated.
And how do these people not know what privacy is? Just walking right into the room! Ugh, and how they seem to think this will be easy. And why are they under the impression that I want anything to do with his last name? I claim those who claim me.
The only reason I am here is because the Good Doctor called and made him realize who I was. No doubt she sent him the papers that Joshua Uley had written and the birth-certificate that Joshua had signed before middle school.
Which, is something I find pathetic and cruel. Joshua had refused to sign it until the principle had stepped in and talked about getting the Board of Educations attention. And I highly doubt that was the only tactic she pulled. The principle had been known as a nagger since the beginning.
Though, in the end I guess there was a little bit of a benefit. I haven't really figured out what the benefit is yet. But, I'm sure we will.
Okay!