NOTES | Inner Wolf | Alpha Order | 'Talking in Mind Link'
Chapter Eight | Jealous Wolves
Though, Alejandro was a nice pick me up. And I think I might like Angela. She is quiet. But nice. Like actually nice, not that polite kind of nice you use with a stranger to not be rude. Eric seems to be a complete basket case - but he is funny.
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Paul gripped the steering wheel. Who the hell was that? He growled under his breath. A tremor shook through his body. He breathed in through his nose. He inhaled the scent of lime and fresh rain filled his senses. Her scent. Slowly the tremors ebbed away. Paul breathed in deeply once more. He liked her scent.
Loveless rolled her eyes. Could he breath any louder? She kept her thoughts to herself. Loveless drifted slightly and pulled Paul's jacket closer. She felt safe in it.
Paul's grip on the steering wheel relaxed. She's still wearing it. A slow smirk covered his lips. He really liked that.
Loveless frowned. "Where are we going? This is not the way to the Uley Residence?"
Paul frowned. Uley Residence, really? "The post-office. They called Sam earlier - a package arrive for you."
Loveless nodded. A package? Her eyes widened. Could it be?
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Loveless stood in line next to Paul. "Cause you had to come in with me?" Her nose scrunched as he stood beside her. She could feel his body heat through the leather jacket.
Paul smiled cheekily and nodded. "Sure did."
She rolled her eyes and let out a huff. He was playing with her.
"I can take the next in line."
Loveless swiveled towards the left and smile and the mail teller. "Hello."
"Last name please."
"Wickers." Loveless answered praying that who ever left had not used her real name.
"Yes, A one Nikki Wickers?" the lady smile as Loveless nodded. "John! Bring package 326 up here to me!" She smiled as John grunted and panted before putting the box on the table.
"What in the world do you have in there?" John moaned as he leaned against the smaller box.
Loveless shrugged. "I have no clue - I didn't know I had one." It was smaller than she would have expected with his groaning.. Could it really be that heavy? She glanced at the older man. Or could it have been his age paired with the weight?
Paul chuckled. "I'll take it."
John eyed the younger boy, "it's kind of heavy."
Paul smirked. "It's fine." With the ease and grace of a swan, Paul picked up the medium sized "heavy" box and followed Loveless out of the Post Office. He chuckled as he heard John mutter a couple choice words under his breath.
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Loveless rolled her eyes as a smiling Emily greeted them. She walked pass Emily and towards her room.
Paul, the over-grown puppy that he turned into when Loveless was around , followed closely behind her with the box in hand.
"Just set the box on the bed and leave."
Paul frowned. I don't have a reason to stay . . . "Who's the box from?"
Loveless turned and glared. "Out." She frowned as hurt flashed across Paul's face. Her brows furrowed deeper. She flinched slightly. "I want to change." She watched as the hurt ebbed away from Paul's face, replaced with understanding.
Why did it hurt to watch him leave? Why did she feel the need to placate, to make the hurt feeling disappear from his eyes? Loveless shook her head and jumped onto her bed after removing her shoes. No return address. Carefully she opened the box. White peanuts filled the box. In the middle was another smaller box with a card on top. Another box - much smaller - sat beside the bigger box.
She grabbed the card and the smaller box first.
Hello my Lovelie!
Do you miss me? i surely miss you. *Vic does too* We miss you so much
that dad bought a house down in Forks. ;) This means we are coming to visit.
Okay, inside the smallest box is a cellphone. I-phone 6s plus Babe! Meaning
u better call - *Vic says so* ^.^
In the other box is part of your birthday present - which we are bringing with
us!
P.S.
Look at the bottom - under the peanuts.
We will be down by tomorrow - so charge the phone and call.
Love James and Vic
She giggled. I miss you both too. She bit her lower lip as she grabbed the other box - she knew what was in the smallest she'd open and set it up later. She grunted as she picked up the box and set it on the bed. Loveless shifted the peanuts around and pulled out a brand new PH Slim Notebook Computer. A smile lit up her face. She dug - gently around the box. She giggled as she pulled out the charger.
She looked back to the smallish unopened heavy box. What could possibly be that heavy? Loveless pealed the annoying tape away and carefully opened the box. She paused. Huh? Loveless stared at the shiny object. She gasped - her eyes going wide. OMG! She squealed loudly. A beautiful smile lit up her features. Loveless giggled and squealed once more.
She jumped off of the bed and twirled around. James was the BEST EVER! Loveless froze as she heard about 6 sets of feet pounding on the wooden floor. Are they coming my way? Her jaw dropped as her bedroom door slammed open and 6 clones busted into her room. All shirtless.
Her ice blue eyes raked over the over sculpted and tanned bodies. She frowned. And turned to the person closest to her. Paul. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Holy Shit! Is that an alternator of a 1969 Impala?" Jacob asked as he moved a little too close to Loveless - for Paul's liking.
Loveless beamed in Jacob's direction. He knew cars?
The clones stood frozen stunned by the beauty of her smile. That was the first time she had smiled - let alone directly at one of them.
"You like cars?"
Loveless shifted back and forth in a 'kind of' motion. "A little but its James who loves cars. Though it's for a 1967. Like the one Dean from Supernatural drives." She giggled and began to talk animatedly about the car and Dean. Because . . . Dean!
Jealousy burned within Paul as he stared at Jacob. A cruel glare was fixed on the younger. Yet, he was happy that she was happy. But, who the hell is James?
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Paul dropped down into the wicker chair at the kitchen table. His arms were crossed over his chest as he glared scathingly at Jacob.
Jacob flinched and turned away from his alpha's scorching gaze. it wasn't his fault that they both liked cars. And Paul should be happy she would have someone to talk too!
Emily rolled her eyes and popped Paul on the back of the head - just like she had done to Embry on that morning. She didn't treat them any different.
"Ow," Embry flinched at the pain memory and rubbed the back of his head. Emily was deadly - especially if she was holding food against you.
Emily shook her head. "She smiled Paul. So stop glaring at your brother." she heaved a small sigh. "Now what does everyone want for dinner?"
"CHICKEN!" Quil screamed out loud.
Emily turned and glared. "What did I say about yelling?" A spatula was lifted in the air in her left hand.
"Not too." Quil's eyes widened. He shrunk back.
Paul smirked.
The other's laughed at Quil's misfortune.
"Sorry?" Quil questioned softly. He glared at the spatula. The cooking utensil was EVIL. EVIL!
Emily smiled. "As I was saying . . . any takers?"
Quil opened his mouth.
"Nope - you screamed, you don't get a choice." Emily replied before he could open his mouth again.
Quil quickly closed his mouth and began to pout. So unfair. I'm going to find that spatula and shred it to PIECES!
Paul smirked at the younger wolf while Quil glared at the horrid spatula. He grimaced slightly as he remembered meeting the spatula for the first time. He shook his head and turned to Sam. "I'd hide that damn spatula if I knew she wouldn't buy another then beat me with it."
Sam chuckled.
Both Paul and Sam sat up straight as their canine ears picked up another, more intimate and quiet, conversation.
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Loveless heaved a small sigh as she changed into a pain of plaid cotton pajama bottoms and a two faded glory tank tops - she loved layering. She smiled and bit her lower lip as she looked at the phone that was charging on her night stand. She moved towards the phone. A jittery feeling took over her. She giggled softly. With a running jump, she leaped onto the bed and quickly grabbed the phone. Loveless quickly typed in the numbers and held the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?"
She giggled into the phone. Loveless could imagine the other smiling.
"So I'm guessing you liked your present?" His deep voice washed over her in a soothing manner.
She giggled once more.
"I'm glad. Just so you know . . . me and Vic should be their by 5pm tomorrow."
Loveless listened to the smooth, soft male voice that continued to speak.
"You want to come over? See the rest of your present?"
Loveless squealed softly - remembering what had happened last time she had screamed out loud. "YES!"
He chuckled. "Good." Silence filtered in. "I miss you."
Loveless waited a beat. She heaved a small sigh. "I miss you too, James. So~ much."
James smiled sadly. "How you holding up Lovely?"
She smiled. James was the only one that was allowed to caller her anything remotely close to her first name - THE ONLY ONE! "Boring. They're an . . . extremely odd bunch." Her nose scrunched as she relayed to him what had happened at gym.
James chuckled. "Knowing you, you came off as a bitch huh?"
"Yes." Loveless giggled. "Now, before you even speak. I know you are not supposed to treat teachers like that. But he started it. First he called me Uley. And then had the nerve to say Susan and Joshua were my parents. Seriously?"
James shook his head. "I got to go. Finish a couple of things before my flight. I'll see you soon Lovely. Love you."
"Okay." She smiled. "See you soon. Ditto."
James heaved a sigh and faked a sob. "I haven't seen you in forever. This is the first time we've spoke in a while and you say 'ditto'?" He faked another sob.
Loveless laughed softly. "I gotta go." She pouted. "I'm being called."
"See you soon Lovely."
Loveless smiled and pressed the 'end' button on the i-phone touch screen. She stood from the bed and walked towards the kitchen. She stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. "Someone called?"
Emily smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, what do you want for dinner?"
Sam smiled at the bright smile on his wife's scarred face. His wolf purred slightly - they loved when she was happy.
"Did you pick up the fixings for a salad?"
Emily nodded once more. She smiled even brighter - bouncing where she stood. Yes, she had. Emily had even picked up a couple extra things. The croutons looked really good, enough to make her think about eating a salad.
Loveless nodded. "Thank you . . . um, can you make grilled chicken?"
"She can make ANYTHING!" Quil exclaimed. HIs eyes wide and a bright smile on his lips.
Loveless arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow and nodded - okaaaaaaay. "Then three grilled chicken strips."
Emily and Paul frowned.
"You should be eating more." Sam spoke before either Paul or Emily could.
Loveless turned, cold glacier like blue eyes, towards her half brother. "I really don't care about your opinion, Samuel." Her eyes narrowed.
Sam's jaw tensed. He breathed in and exhaled slowly. "I just want to make sure you're getting enough food."
She arched an eyebrow. "Oh? So now you care?"
Sam flinched and remained quiet.
She scoffed. "As I thought." She turned back to Emily. "Please call me when it's finished." She began to turn towards the stairs but quickly turned back. "I won't need a ride home tomorrow." Loveless turned back around.
"What do you mean, you don't need a ride?" Paul asked as he stood.
Loveless rolled her eyes and continued to walk. Her eyes widened as her wrist was yanked on - twisting her around. She yelped as she lost her balance and fell forward. She groaned as her nose was smash against a warm, firm chest. Loveless's hands rested against Paul's chest as she pushed away. "Was that necessary? Dear Lord, what the hell are you made of?" She whimpered slightly and rubbed her nose.
Paul's eyes widened. "Are you okay?" He hunched forward - down to her level - and removed her hands as he inspected her nose. His jawed tensed as he saw it beginning to turn red. His wolf howled softly. He had hurt her. Sadness, anger, and pain flashed across Paul's face. He had hurt the one he was meant to protect.
Loveless stood still. Her glacier blue eyes stared into dark chocolate with flecks of honey orbs - which were staring at her nose. She frowned as she saw sadness, anger, and pain flit across the male's face.
"I'm sorry," Paul whispered. "I'm so, so sorry." He slowly stepped back.
Loveless frowned. Why does he seem so hurt? Why do I feel the need to placate him - again?
OOC-ish chapter. But I hope you like it!