CHAPTER 11

Bellas p.o.v

My mind slowly started to wake up, the fist thing I notice is I was laying in a really comfy warm bed that smelled deliciously like Sam. I could feel the sun was shining over my lower body and hear birds chirping happily outside. Then I feel my eyebrows start to pull together as my sense come back to me. I let out a groan as my head begins to pound. Fuck I needed some ibuprofen.

Everything floods back to me. Hearing the screaming, seeing the blood, watching the wolfs, all the dead bodies, finding Lucas, then Paul finding us, then getting attacked and the black wolf saving us, said black wolf melting away to produce a extremely naked Sam. But that's impossible, people don't turn into wolfs. There is no such things as werewolf's, vampires, faeries, witches, demons or any of that mythical shit. Its all make believe. Fantasy.

Wait, Lucas? Where was Lucas!? Panic rises in me and I shoot up in a sitting position, fighting to ignoring the dizziness and nausea that washes over me. The room was suddenly going dark again. Taking deep breaths through my nose and out through my mouth I look around slowly, recognizing it as the same room Sam gave to me. I look around, someone had closed the blinds while I was waking up. Gratitude floods me and I smile softly at who ever closed the blinds while I rub my pounding head. I look around the room wanting to give my thanks and ask whomever it was in the room what happened. I frown when i find no one. That's weird I could have sworn someone was in here, but no I'm alone. My body felt really weak as I move back the heavy covers and slowly start to stand. Being careful. My joints pop and my back aches. How long was I out for?

I slowly feel my way to the bathroom door, needing to pee. I don't even turn on the lights or close the door. I just do my business and wash my hands then I meander my way to the bedroom door, the handle turns and clicks open. I smile, grateful that it was unlocked. I poke my head out into the hallway. It was bright in the hallway but was quite and empty. Then I walk over to the room Sam said was Lukes

"Lucas?" I whisper-yell, ignoring the scratchiness of my neglected vocal-cords. No answers. Sighing I close his door and I make my way to the elevator, deciding to start at the ground and work my way up. He has to be here. If something happened to Lucas, I would never forgive myself. And most definitely would try to kill Sam.

The elevator stops on the G-floor and before the doors open I can hear people talking. I walk out and turn to follow the sound, coming around the corner I am met with what looked like a huge living-room off to the right. A giant t.v takes up most of the wall, some football game playing on it. A door slams somewhere around me but I ignore it when my eyes land on a small little brunette head with flailing arms in the arm cheering on the guy running for a touchdown on the t.v

"Lucas!" I yelp happily in relief. suddenly, everyone snaps there heads my way to look at me, but I don't really care about them because of the little human that came running into my arms.

"Bella!" Lucas almost trips over his feet as he shoots off the big leather couch and comes running at me, arms flailing about him. I wince when he screams out my real name but smile down at him. I couldn't be mad at him, he had no idea that I didn't want these...people? no they weren't just people, they were something else entirely.

"Careful Lucas, She was asleep a long time. You have to be gentle with her, shes still a little wobbly." Sam says appearing out of no where and grabbed Lucas gently by his arm to stop him. I frown at Sam. If my baby brother wanted to come to me and jump in my arms, then fucking let him. How dare he stop him from coming to me anyway!

Sam holds my heated gaze while talking to Luke, he kinda squirmed under my glare. Yeah that's right you fucker you better be scared. Then I notice there was some emotions I didn't want to admit floating around his eyes, his eyes were so beautiful. They swirled and caught me in a daze.

"Sorry I forgot." Lucas says as Sam lets him go. My baby brother walks over to me slowly, almost like you would when trying to aproche a scared little animal. Then his tiny arms wrap around my thigh and hugs my leg tightly and looks up at me and smiles showing his teeth, I give him a warm smile in return and rub his back sweetly.

"He has been really worried about you, as have I. How do you feel Kitten?" Sam asked.

"I feel fine, a little overwhelmed and achy but, fine." I don't understand why I even explained this to him, a simple fine would have sufficed.

"That's good, but I'd feel better if you'd get checked over by our doctor. You've been out for a good 10 hours now." Sam says, concern warming his eyes. I gasp, 10 hours! Jesus! My brain must have needed the time to process. Then I computed what he had said after that. I scowled at him, what should have been a request to see said doctor was actually a demand and I didn't like it when he ordered me around like that. Sighing through my nose I just scowl but nod my head anyway in agreeance.

Sam smiles and walks over to stand in front of me then reaches for my hand, wait did he mean go see the doctor right now? It was like 8 at night. But the look on his face gave me the hint not to argue. I role my eyes at him then look down at Lucas to tell him to stay here while Sam and I went to see this doctor of his but Sam cuts me off.

"Hey buddy, its time for bed why don't you go upstairs and get ready." He said in such a kind and gentle look Sam gave my brother warmed my heart, He looked at him with so much affection and it confused me that I liked what I was witnessing

"Awe, but you said we could go on your computer and shop for toys." Lucas whines. It makes me give him a stern look of disapproval. He wasn't raised to act like that.

"Lucas, you know better then to act like that." I scold him, he pouts and lowers his head. We may be held against our will here but I'd be damned if Lucas wasn't going to be on his best behavior no mater where we are or the situation we are in. Sam just looks at me, pride showing in his eyes. Then kneels down to a still pouting Lucas.

"I promise LuLu, tomorrow I'll take you to store so you can pick out some toys and we can get stuff for your new bedroom. Ok, wont that be more fun then looking at stuff on a boring laptop?" Sam picked him up then, what surprised me the most was when Luke actually gave him a big hug and went willingly over to Paul when Sam offered Luke to him. I was also shocked that Sam called Lucas by one of his nicknames. Sam ruffled Luke's hair then walked back over to my side and grabbed my hand with out asking this time. I probably looked like a fish with my mouth gaping open and closed. Every time I thought I had this situation and Sam figured out I was thrown for a big loop And on top of all this Lucas wasn't fighting either of them; he was acting really good with them, friendly, Id even say familiar like he dose with family. Lucas never acted like this when he didn't know the person on a more personal level, these people where complete strangers yet there he was cuddled up in Paul's arms on there way out the door to the elevators to (what i guessed) help LuLu get ready for bed.

"Goodnight Bella!" Lucas's voice breaks my inner thoughts and shock, but wince when he yet again yells my real name over Paul's shoulder as they walk over to the elevator.

"Where is his room? I noticed it wasn't across the hall like you told me it would be." I cross my arm, a look of accusation being thrown at him. Crossing my fingers hoping I can convince him to let Lulu stay in the room across from me.

"Its on the top floor next to our room for now, the room across from us will eventually be his but like I just said, we need to get it ready, that one isn't suited to be a bedroom. Its an office at the moment. Now lets get you over to the clinic so Dr. Clearwater can see you, shes expecting us." Sam steps forward and as much as I don't want to go see this Doctor, I still follow.

"What do you mean by OUR room.?" His words repeating in my head. He had said OUR room not MY room. He flicks his eyes to me then back in front of us.

"There's a lot you and I need to talk about," he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "But every fucking time I try, something always interrupts us." he says, Growling out in frustration. I snort. I totally get his frustration, my own was rapidly rising beyond borderline crazy.

"I promise, once we get you checked out I will explain everything to you, why your here, what happened yesterday, whats going on between you and I and what will happen for the future."

We walked for a few minutes, then turned around a corner to stop in front of a big white door with a red cross painted over the glass window. I turned my head to look up t him our gazes locked, His eyes where so dark and stormy. my body responded to him instantly, I could feel my cheeks flush. What I had before thought was lust in his eyes was something else entirely. I was still so confused over everything that has happen but I cant help but feel like something between Sam and I had shifted. I honestly don't know the last time a guy looked at me with any emotion showing other then Lust in their eyes, but Sam- Sam's eyes showed so many different emotions it took my breath away.

"Isabella, my real name is Isabella. My friends and family call me Bella." I finally say without breaking eye contact with him. A small smile pulls at his lips and it sends my heart into little flutters, heat flooding over my ears. He had such a great smile, and those damn lips of his made me yearn to kiss him, to nibble and lick and taste them.

"I know, your brother kept screaming it after you passed out." The amusement was defiantly clear in his voice, I don't know what to say to that. should I thank him for taking care of Lucas while I was passed out? Yell at him for even putting Lucas and I in this situation to began with? Or demand answers for why there was fucking hundreds of wolves warring out with each other or hey how about HOW HE CAN TURN IN TO A FUCKING WOLF! I settled on a slow nod of understanding instead, giving my brain a break. Sam takes a deep breath and turns to open the door. I follow him inside. He walks me past the reception area through a second set of doors, down a hallway and in to the first exam room and gestures for me to sit on the uncomfortable exam chair that is covered by the standard hospital protective paper. Instead of following his orders I walk past him and sit in one of the great chairs lined against the side of the wall.

He lets out a small laugh, before moving to lean against the medical cabinets and sink, crossing his feet and arms. Not even a full minute passes before the door opens and a beautiful woman with long black curly hair, Pulled to one side with a clipped so her curly locks waterfalled down one shoulder. She had the same skin color as Sam and Paul, that gorgeous mocha caramel color. Her lips are painted in a light blush pink, it matched the creamy sparkly pink that was on her eyelids and nails. It gave her a younger glow about her, even if you looked into her eyes you'd see the age she was. She wore a silk blouse in a beautiful rich blue color, her long legs were on display and hugged by a tight pencil skirt, the hem of it stopped about mid thigh. Her feet were enclosed in a pair of bright blue patent leather peep toed heels. They were at lest 4 inch tall heels. The white lab doctor's coat only added to her sex-appeal. She was the perfect example of anyone's most erotic Doctor fantasy. A walking wet dream. Instantly my self-esteem and concordance was knocked down about a thousand. Christ, for a woman in her 50s, she looked like a fucking dark exotic supermodel. FML!

"Dr. Clearwater, thank you for seeing us on such short notice. I know its kinda late." Sam greets her, you could hear the sweet fondness for her in his voice and Jealousy, sharp and powerful, shoots through my insides when I look up at him notice Sam staring at her with even warmer eyes. I try to shake the thoughts out of my mind, but every step she takes that brings her closer to him, is like fuel to the fire inside my chest.

What the hell is wrong with me!?

"Of course, Alpha. And this must be Isabella." She sits on the rolly stool in front of me, smoothly crossing her long shinny copper legs slow and seductive like. It was like they were mocking me. I grit my teeth together, trying hard not to snap at this woman that has me reeling. I'm not normally this insecure, I mean shit- I am a fucking exotic dancer for Christ sake! Men literally drool at my feet because they find me so sexy. But she was defiantly getting under my skin.

"Bella, but yes. Its nice to meet you." I correct her and shake her perfectly manicured hand, it was warm like Sams and extremely soft. Bitterness bites at the edges of my being, why dose she get to sound and look so perfect. Shes old but fuck, she was hot and a god damned doctor! A well educated woman, full of confidence and beauty, and here I was; basically a college drop out with a 5 year old and worked as a stripper.

"I understand you passed out yesterday right after the battle, its been a little under," she looks down at her notes then watch. "Mm, lets just be safe and say you've been out for a good 24 hours." My mouth make a audible popping sound as it opens and I look over to Sam, he had lied about how long I was out. The look he gives me is one of sheepish and full of guilt. She laughs, then starts talking. "Do you have a headache or any nausea?" Sam continued to stare intently at me while she spoke, as if trying to guess the answers himself for me.

"I had a bit of a headache when I woke up, but its pretty much gone now." Dr. Clearwater nodded and Hmm'd at all the right times.

She offered me a smile before standing and facing Sam. Looking at them, even with the age difference they looked so damn perfect for each other and my chest constricted at that thought, then I startle and my eyes go extremely wide. I had wanted to run away from this place and him not 24 hours ago and now I'm jealous over how he and another women look together? I shouldn't even be thinking like this, fuck I am so messed up. I shouldn't want to be the only one that looks good with Sam. I shouldn't want to slap this sweet woman for touching and looking at Sam.

"Shes exhausted, dehydrated and needs some good home cookin in her belly. Alpha, why haven't you feed the poor girl yet? My guess is she hasn't eaten or drank anything since you brought her here. Am i correct?" I hide my smile behind my fist despite my feelings for the doctor. Seeing her chew out a grown 6'4 buff man and seeing his cower away like a scolded puppy was hilarious.

"Thank you Sue." My head snaps up at his use of her first name. Since when are they on first name basis? Wait, since when do I even fucking give a shit?

"Plenty of rest, and make sure she eats something warm and full of lots of calories." She says, waving over her shoulder at us while I hop down from the exam bench. I scowl at the door. Why couldn't she be a rude doctor and maybe even a dude. I hated that even though I was insecure I stilled kinda liked her spunkyness and easy going attitude.

"Lets go to bed." Sam says, slowly opening the door for me to walk through.

"But you said you'd explain everything once we got me all checked over." It was my turn to whine, the same way Lucas had. I needed answers or my brain was going to explode. We walked out of the clinic, making are way over to the elevator. The doors ping close and we slowly ascend to what I assumed was "our" bedroom. I waited for his response.

"There will be plenty of time for that in the morning, Kitten. You heard the Doc, food and rest. Iv already got someone bringing you something to eat." he smiles.

"You PROMISE!, first thing in the morning?" I pin him with a meaningful stare. I wasn't going to let him get away with not telling me everything.

"Yes, man between you and your brother, I'm going to be very busy tomorrow. But yes I promise."

We reach the top level floor and walk out into the hallway. On this floor there are 4 doors. Sam points to each one as we walk past them. One is a kitchen and dinning room, the next is a living-room/game-room. Then on the very end of the hallway on the left is "our" room then across from ours is Lucas' soon to be new bedroom. the room he was staying in now what adjacent to ours. I disentangle from Sams grasp to peak inside LuLu's room, he was snuggled up with Mr. Roody and snoring away, a soft smile of his lips. It warms my heart and I feel my shoulder relax.

I shut the door softly and return to Sams side. He ushers me inside our room and closes the door behind us softly. I stare at the great big comfy looking bed, it took up about a third of the room space and I seriously loved the way it looked. But I was nervous, I still don't know what he expected me to do. Was he expecting me to fuck him tell he falls asleep? I really didn't want to do anything tonight.

"Where am I sleeping?" I ask shyly. Sam looks between me and the bed before heaving a heavy sigh. He walked over to the bed and grabs a few pillows off it, walks over to the couches siting along the wall and flops down on the longest of the two. His head lulling back to stare up at the ceiling, a frown contorting his handsome features. Then like a bolt of lightening he shoots up, turns around to face the couch glaring at it, then dashes around the couch to drag it over to the side of the bed so its level with the bed and jumps over the back of it to lay back down said couch. through this whole process I tried to not giggle at his antics, it was quite amusing to watch.

"The bathroom is through the door over there, everything you would possibly need is already inside. Go ahead and relax, take a bath or have a shower. Which ever you'd prefer." eyes closed as he mutters. Exhaustion making it sound even more rough and gravely.

I nod and tip toe over to the bathroom, closing it and locking it behind me. True to his words there was every single thing a girl would ever need in here. I notice that there was a towel and a soft spaghetti strap nightie sitting onto of the sink. What was most surprising what that, sitting there in the shower was all my favorite bath and body products, my favorite shampoo, conditioner and body wash sat in the corner of the shower stall. I relaxed, indulging in the hot steamy shower. Taking time to shave my legs, armpits, arms and my hoohaa. I seriously don't know why I did all that, its not like I was trying to impress anyone.

Frustrated at my bodies reaction to the man laying only a few feet away from the bathroom, I scrub my skin till its bright pink. Hoping to scrub off all this drama and emotions and rinse them away down the drain. After that I finish up quickly and turn off the water. Wrapping the fluffy purple towel around my body I take the smaller one and start dabbing at my hair. Satisfied with my hair I run a brush through it then down the nightie, it was a deep purple color and felt really soft on my skin. With a start I notice that a pair of my own underwear was sitting on the counter. God I hope a chick put all this stuff in here and not Sam. That's all I needed to think about, Sam with his paws all over my unmentionables.

I chuckle and open the door to let out some of the steam and humidity then turn to grab the mango body butter and start slathering my legs and belly up. But before I did that I listened to make sure Sam had fallen asleep. Happy to hear (rather loud mind you) snoring, I turn around to go back over to the sink and start to rub some butter into my arms. The scent of fresh mango wafting up into my nose. It calmed me down even more. By the time I had moved to my legs a growl rumbled through the bedroom. It shook the mirrors and bathroom door. it caused me squeal out and I kinda fell over, I had just lifted my left leg up to rest it on the bathroom sink for better accesses to slather up when the growl sounded out so of course it startled me into losing my balance and fall over. I pushed my hair out of my face to see Sam literally perched on top of the back of the couch, it reminded me of how cats get ready to jump up on stuff. His eyes were completely back and a bright yellow ring formed around the pupil. they glowed in the dimly light bedroom, a shiver erupted up my spine and across my shoulders, and to my horror, i could feel my nipples start to harder.

"Oh, um, hi. Sorry did I wake you up?" My voice shook and I moved to get up but Sam had flashed into the bathroom and had me pinned under him before I even made it up on my knees. I held my breath as he lowered his head to run his nose over my skin, starting from my clavicle all the way up my neck, his tongue darted out to lick my pules point and bit it lightly. I gasp and my hand shoot up into his hair. The treacherous tingles were making my body hot and start to throb. When his hand moved from my hip up to my breast and rub the nipple with his thumb, a rather embarrassing moan came out of me. my moan must have broke the spell over us because the next second Sam shot up and flow across the room breathing hard, it wasn't the only that I notice that was hard. I blush and sit up fixing my spaghetti strap on the nightie and stand.

"Wh-what was that?" I ask stuttering

"Im-well, ugh! Your just so fucking tempting, I couldn't resist it anymore. You opened the bathroom door and your fresh scent flooded the room and my wolf just kinda took over. Plus when I peaked up at you and seen the way you had your leg propped up on the sink smearing your already sexy legs with lotion it was like the last drop of water in the Dame and I broke." His eyes were cast down but his voice was strong and deep.

"I thought you were sleeping, sorry. Well I'm done now so you can go back to sleep." I say and watch him look up and smile. I guess happy I wasn't mad with him. To be honest I wasn't at all, It felt good to have him on top of me and like I said a million times, I was commented to doing anything he wanted as long at it kept Luke safe.

He went back to lay down on the couch. I sighed and turned the bathroom light out. Complete darkness bathing the bedroom now. Like a cat I tiptoed around the couch and him, to jump up under the blankets of the big bed and scoot all the way to the far side opposite of Sam. I turn my back to him and close my eyes. Hoping sleep took me over soon. A loud sigh sounds behind me before I feel the bed dip, hear the covers slide and them feel a pair of warm arms snake under me, pulling me closer to the other side of the bed closer to the couch. But he doesn't move back to the couch right away, just holds me close to his strong chest. I felt safe, felt warm in his arms. The feeling catches me so off guard and I can only turn my head to stair up at his jaw line. Sam gently kisses my forehead then slides back to the couch.

"Goodnight, Kitten." I don't respond just sigh through my nose and close my eyes as exhaustion takes me over.