NOTES | Alpha Order | Inner Wolf | 'Talking in Mind Link'
Chapter Nine | Apple Pie Questions
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Her lips pursed. Hands still massaging her nose. "Paul, its fine. Okay?" She scrunched her nose and made a face as she wiggled. There wasn't much pain. It had been the initial shock. The fact that she didn't care he had touched her had shocked her more than anything.
Paul nodded slowly. His lower lip jutted out slightly.
The pack sat stunned. They had never seen their Alpha so . . . so calm, so broken, so fretful. He was normally the guy to say 'walk it off' - even if your leg was broken. Heck, he had done that.
Loveless rolled her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was wrong with her. Something had to be wrong. Her brows furrowed - why do I feel like I can trust him with anything? "A . . . friend is picking me up tomorrow." Her eyes stayed locked with Paul's. Theres's that tingling sensation again.
"That James guy?" Jacob asked - a little hopeful.
Loveless nodded. "Yep! He bought a house in Forks."
Sam frowned. "I'm not sure if I li-"
"I don't care what you want." Loveless snapped. "Or like!"
The pack flinched. An alpha's imprints had just as much power as their alpha. An angry imprint was never good. An angry Alpha imprint was worse - that could piss off the Alpha. And that was just suicidal.
"He was the one that protected me - when you should have!" She growled softly. Cold blue eyes locked with brown as she glared at Sam.
Sam's eyes widened. He looked down at the ground - his hands clenched together. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
She growled once more. Loveless turned towards Emily. "I don't want your damn sorries!" She growled and shook her head quickly. "I'm no longer hungry." Her eyes hardened as she stared at the elder woman. "I have a I-phone and I have your numbers. If I need something I'll call."
Emily nodded. "No later than 12 please."
Loveless nodded. "I'll be home before then." She twisted on her heels and left before anything else could be said. God, they could be so annoying! She moved to the stairs. Loveless took them two at a time. She didn't want a repeat of 10 minutes ago. She flung herself on the bed and gnashed her teeth to keep from screaming. That would only result in them running back up here. She rolled her eyes, ugh they were so annoying.
Knock. Knock.
Loveless frowned. Could she not be left alone? "What?" She snapped through the door.
"I brought food."
Paul. She heaved a sigh. The tingling sensation is back. Her lips pursed. There is something about him. Her brows furrowed. I feel drawn to him.
She hated that.
Loveless pursed her lips. "I'm not hungry." She opened the door and peeked out through the crack.
"Come on." Paul asked smoothly. "Indulge me, sweetheart." He smiled that 'Paul' smile.
Loveless gulped. She bit her lower lip to keep the moan that threatened to fall from her lips as her legs went weak. At this very moment; Loveless could not have been happier that she was holding onto the door. Thank the Lord above she was holding onto the door knob. She would have fallen if she hadn't been gripping the door knob tightly. It was the only thing holding her up. She licked in her lips in desire. Heat pooled in her lower regions as the word 'sweetheart' caressed her. Dear God, he was good. She wanted him, now. Loveless's eyes widened as he took a step back. Where had that come from? She wasn't supposed to be getting attached. She hated them. Besides she was leaving in about 4 months.
He smiled that perfect cocky smile\smirk. It screamed Paul. It oozed desire. It moaned sexual intentions. It was - no way around it - Paul. 'Indulge me sweetheart.' It was completely Paul. Dark chocolate eyes simmering with questionable motives. That cocky smile/smirk. It said any girl that has been bless with my time was left sated, worshiped, and begging . . . aching for more. It whispered best fuck you'll never get. It mewled one night wouldn't be enough. Yes, it was indeed very Paul.
She knew it was better to shut the door and tell him no. But... The way he smiled grouped with the way he called her sweetheart . . . It was useless. She wanted to know. Wanted to know what a night with Paul felt like. Yet, she didn't understand why. Before Loveless could even register what she was doing, she opened the door. "Come in." Loveless commanded as she flopped down onto her bed. Her eyes glared at the ceiling. "You could have just called me - besides, I said I wasn't hungry. You didn't have to bring it up, again." Her voice was soft, she couldn't bring herself to snap at him.
Why not?
Her brows furrowed slightly. She was thinking to much.
Way to much.
That beautifully cock 'Paul' signature smirk was still in place. "Like I said. Indulge me sweetheart."
Loveless bit her lower lip to keep the shudder down that threatened to cover her entire body.
Paul shrugged. "I wanted to." He whispered. "You should eat, to stay healthy." I need you to be safe and healthy. Paul cleared his throat. A slight shiver ran through him as icy blue eyes turned towards him. "I brought sweet tea." He licked his dry lips. "I wasn't sure what drink you would like . . ." He smiled softly. "I brought pie?" His brows furrowed. It wasn't meant to come out as a question. But, he wasn't sure how to act around her at this moment.
"What kind?" She couldn't help herself. She was addicted. Addicted to pie. It was going to be her down fall. Every time.
He smirked. "Apple."
Loveless groaned and shifted on the bed.
Damn he is good.
"What do I have to do to get this piece?" She knew there were strings. There had to be strings attached. There was always strings attached.
Paul smiled cheekily. "You have to eat more than just a salad and talking." He set the plates - that were on a tray . . . Emily said he wasn't allowed to carry that many in just his hands - it would look unatural. He held the drink and moved towards her nightstand. Paul didn't want to spill the drink. "Okay Sweetheart?"
She gulped. He need to stop. He was going to give her a heart attack. Every time he called her that her heart sped frowned. Her lips pursed. What exactly did he mean by 'and talking'?
He smirked, she liked to be called sweetheart. Paul's eyes widened as he realized she was hesitating. "If I ask a question you don't want to answer then just tell me to skip." He quickly added. Paul just wanted to be near her - anyway he could.
Loveless paused. "How about 1o questions." She stated - rather than giving him the option to choose. It lessened the questions he could ask. "Maybe 11."
Paul smiled and nodded his head eagerly. He would take what he could get. Paul just wanted a chance. Just a chance...
Loveless held our her hand and wiggled her fingers. She silently asked for the plate. She frowned as she stared at the food.
Fat. All of it was fat. Didn't they know anything about carbs?
Picking up the fork she sifted through the food. She ate the green beans, a small piece of the chicken, and a little portion of the mac and cheese.
Paul frowned as he handed her the second plate - the grilled chicken house salad. She won't eat a lot . . . She's to skinny.
START asking QUESTIONS!
Paul flinched as he wolf roared. "W-what's your name - your full name?"
Loveless stalled - fork halfway to her mouth. I should have known he'd ask that. She frowned. Why was there an over whelming need to please him? She closed her eyes and and put up a wall. "Loveless Nicole Wickers-Uley." She sneered the last name.
Paul nodded while his wolf howled happily. A light frown graced his lips. He could see the wall.
"Yours?"
Paul smiled - grimacing lightly. "Paul George Lahota." He grimaced once more. God, how he hated his middle name. Everyone wanted to know why he was angry all the time - besides being a wolf - it was his middle name.
Loveless smirked. "Your turn . . . Georgie."
Paul scowled lightly. And there it was. Georgie. First time some had called him that, had been the last time. A small smirk graced his lips at the thought; the guy had spent three days in the hospital. No one called him that. But, she was different. SHE was the only one who would get away with that. EVER! Anyone else was going to die a slow, torturously painful death.
Paul smiled as she giggled. He now had something he loved more than food and phasing.
Her giggle.
But God, he couldn't wait to hear her laugh.
Paul smiled softly. "Why do you love apple pie?"
Loveless tilted her head. "Well . . . Georgie." She smiled impishly and giggled once more.
Paul growled playfully. His wolf howled - loving that he was the reason for her laughter. He reveled in her happiness.
"I've had a thing for pie since I was in the womb." She smiled. "Or at least that's what mom said." Her smile faultered at the mention of her mother. Her lips pursed in thought.
Paul stared, taking in every delicatly made feature and every beautiful blemish. She was stunning - anyone who that different was an idiot. And anyone who wanted to hurt here - they were plain evil. His wolf growled at the thought of Loveless's father and mother.
"Are you on staroids?" Loveless deadpanned.
Paul's eyes widened - his left eye twitch. His jaw dropped. Why did everyone think they were on staroids? Was it some secret that everyone but the pack knew about? Minus the wolf bit. Couldn't a guy suddenly bulk up without someone saying he was on some type of med? Minutes later he glared at the door when he heard laughing from down stairs. They are getting extra patrols. "No."
Loveless's eyes roamed over the boy sitting in the white chair by her bed. The fork touched her bottom lips as she took its contents. Her brows furrowed. Impossible.
Paul watched as she ate her salad. Cute. "Favorite color?"
Loveless's lips pursed. "Purple..." she glanced around the room. "Though, teal is beginning to grow on me." She smiled impishly.
Paul chuckled.
"Ditto." Loveless replied for her question.
Paul's head cocked to the side. "Blue . . . icy blue." He stared at the girl beofre him.
Loveless's eyes widened. Why does it feel there is more behind that?
He licked his dry lips. "Why do you like cars?"
Loveless smiled softly. Cars . . . I really do have a thing for cars don't I? She heaved a small sigh. "James, he started that one. I've been helping him with cars since I was 6." She smiled softly. "His father actually started it." Her lips pursed in thought. "It's where I went to get away from my family."
Paul nodded listening intently.
Okay, James wasn't high on his list of people 'friends of the year'. But, he was deffinitely off of the *shit* list. Especially if he was the one to keep her safe.
"Why do all of you look like clones?" She asked as she took another bite of her salad.
Pauls lips pursed. "It's just the Quileute gene pool . . ." He bit his tongue. There was so much he wanted to tell her. But now wasn't the time. Paul would have to wait. And that thought killed him.
Who is James?
Paul growled quietly. He didn't like that name. He liked it even less when his wolf had to remind him of their association. "Who is James?" He bristled slightly.
Loveless smirked. So he was jealous. Her heard cocked ot the side. "I've known him since highschool."
Paul frowned. That wasn't the anwser we wanted.
She bounced lightly in her place as question popped into her mind. "How do you know Lauren?"
"Shit," he muttered to soft for her to hear. Paul blanched slightly. His darkly golden tanned skin turned clammy and lost its golden hue. "How do you know her?"
Loveless smirked. "It's not your turn." She taunted. Her eyes shut as she smiled impishly.
Paul smile stupidly. Yeah, he loved her. The smile dropped as he rememebered her question. "I dated her . . . and made the stupid mistake of sleeping with her." He cringed as a shudder ran through him. "The day after I slept with her, she went onto this site to see what our children would look like." He shuddered once more.
Loveless giggled.
"I'm glad you find my clingy, creepy ex, funny." Paul faked a cough as he tried to hide the smile and chuckle that were fighting to get out
She giggled once more. "I broker her nose." She spoke off-handed, as if talking about the sky being blue.
God, he loved her giggle. But he craved to hear her full on laugh. Craved it like nothing else.
Really? His lips pursed in thought. "Favorite Animal?" Please don't say cats. Please don't say cats. He pleaded quietly.
Her head tilted as she thought while taking a bite of her salad. "That's a toughie." She bit on the inside of her cheek. "I'm stuck between Siberian Huskies and Brown Wolves." She nodded firmly as she glanced at him.
Paul frowned. Did She just say brown?
OOC-ish chapter. But I hope you like it!