.
.
.
When Paul woke up in the morning, the first thing he thought of was Bella. It was always the same. Every fucking day.
When he went to bed at night, he was thinking of her. Every fucking night.
She was in his head, in his heart, in his blood. Taking over, smothering his senses, sending him into an emotional tailspin on a daily basis.
He knew the end was coming. He could feel it in the same blood that she fucking owned. There was no stopping the imprint. All he could do was try to delay it for as long as possible.
But the last thread holding his wolf in check was about to snap. His wolf was ready to claim what's his and nothing would get in his way.
.
.
.