Super short chapter here but don't worry I'm making it up

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CHAPTER 25

Bella's p.o.v

"You need to rest." My voice was breathy once I detached my lips from Sam's, needing air.

He hums in acknowledgement against my skin as he moves his lips down my neck. I can't help the embarrassing moan that escapes from my throat when his tongue flicks out against my Mating Mark. It leaves hot sparks wherever he touches me. One of his hands was resting comfortably on my hip while the other kept him balanced just enough so that his weight didn't crush me. My hands grab at his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to me. The sparks turn to fire, burning away at my insides and the only remedy is him. I don't think I've ever felt this much desire in my life. It is an all consuming need and I can't focus on anything but him and how his body feels against my own. For this moment in time, it feels like everything was right in the universe.

I'm not a scared little who lost her parents and is raising her little brother all on her own. I am not the girl that had to take a job as a stripper to make money so that we could eat. I am just his and he is mine; Us wrapped in our little world, laying on the bed, our bed together with him over me, around me. Sam's lips begin to travel back up my neck before he presses light, airy kisses to my checks, nose and eyelids. It was causing my heart to flutter. It would be so easy for me to lose myself in this moment with him, I could already feel myself getting lost.

"Sam, stop please." His lips immediately leave my skin as he shoots up into a 'push up' position about me. "What? I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Im sorry!" His words rushed out of him as his eyes began to flutter over me, making sure everything was okay. I lift both my hands up to his face, stroking the stubble covered cheeks softly with my thumps. His smoldering gaze meets mine and for a moment I can't seem to remember why I wanted him to stop in the first place.

Focus Bella. I remind myself.

"I'm fine, Sam. I just want you to rest, you need it." my voice comes out softly as I continue to gaze up at him. His eyes soften and his lips turn up at the side in a little smirk then leans down and places a lingering kiss on my lips. It makes my belly tighten and my lady bits tingle. It has me once again questioning my resolve. I have to fight hard to ignore the flips and the tightening my stomach dose. With a slight huff; Sam shuffles on top of me, de-tangling our limps and collapses next to me on the bed. Both of us lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling the overwhelming disappointment like I was at the moment, from not having our lips connecting anymore.

"Can we cuddle a little at least?" I turned my head slightly to look over at him and see his little pout, I couldn't help but giggle at his cute face and nod without thinking about it. Before I can even make a move, he adjusts into me. I can't hide my surprise, or laugh, when his head finds a comfortable cuddle position on top of my breasts. His arms snake around my waist, tightening them to the point it's almost uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" I giggle out, but still find myself running my fingers through his soft hair. He tilts his head up and gives my a 'Obviously' look before he speaks. "I'm cuddling."

"I thought you meant like, you know, my head on your chest." I say and roll my eyes teasingly. He gives me a cheeky grin. "Your chest is more comfortable. And I've missed the sound of your heartbeat." He then buries his face into my tits, giving them a few nuzzles and I melt from his words.

I honestly didn't know that you could love someone so much, in such a short amount of time. It's almost scary how fast I have fallen and it was so unlike me. But with Sam, I felt safe. Safer than I've ever felt in a long time. I don't know how much time has passed while we laid on the bed cuddled up. Minutes, hours- hell even days could have passed and I wouldn't have even noticed. Sam's hair is so soft, running my fingers through it absentmindedly, him laying on top of me. But I didn't mind seeing as at some point he had fallen asleep. While I laid here cuddling with Sam my mind wondered. Thoughts of the day rush through and Leah pops in the forefront of my mind. As much as I didn't want to, I really should get up and go check on Leah. I know Paul is more than likely hovering around her, making sure that she is well taken care of, but still I really needed to go see her.

I slowly and gently lift Sam's arms from around my waist and slip out from under him rather easily. It momentarily shocked me how well I was able to get his tentacle grip off me. Though I was sota disappointed about getting away so easily, I also knew that- had he woken up from his needed slumber I would have felt even worse. Before I went out to search for Leah, I stopped in the bathroom to potty and run a brush through my hair then made my way out of the room to go see Leah.

I didn't have to go far, as Leah was staying on Paul's floor. The elevator doors open and instantly my eyes land on Paul, sitting just as I expected, outside of Leah's door against the wall on the floor. I hurriedly walked over to him. His head shoots up from resting in his hand. "Hey Paul. How is she doing." His shoulders slump a little at my question, his eyes take on a sad look but nods absently. "She still seems very frightened. I brought her up the food you suggested," He inclined his head to the silver tray sitting next to him on the floor. "But she wont open the door for me right now." He sighs as he climbs up to stand on his feet, stretching his arms up them lets them flop back to his sides and hangs his head in defeat. I nod in understanding. I kinda expected her to be cautious.

"Why don't you go down and ask Emily to make her a fresh plate? I know it's a bit of an inconvenience for her but I don't want Leah to receive cold dinner." I suggest. Paul still nods absently but bends down to grab the tray. I watch as he shuffles sadly off to the elevators with one last longing look at Leah's bedroom door. Poor Paul. He just wants his mate and if he feels as bad as I did when Sam was injured and then stuck at the pack hospital laying in a bed comatose then I definitely was going to try everything I could to help my pack-mate out. With a deep breath, I step up to the wooden door and give it a soft couple raps of my knuckles. "Leah? It's Bella." I say into the door. After a few seconds later I hear shuffling behind the door before it opens just wide enough for me to see her face. I give her an encouraging smile. "Hiya, Leah. Can I come in? Paul isn't out here right now, so you don't have to worry. I'm alone, sweetie." She nods and with one final look around the hallway, she opens the door wide enough for me to squeeze through the threshold. The room is of a decent size. It had all the needed items a bedroom would hold. Dresser, big bed, closet, big t.v and a nice sized couch sitting in front of it and a bathroom. I noticed that on the far wall were a set of double glass sliding doors. (Balcony) she would like that. Being able to escape to someplace open and fresh and very quiet.

I walk further into the room and go over to sit on the couch. Leah quickly joined me -sitting right next to me- it surprised me she would do this. I turn my head to her and smile sweetly. "You know...Paul won't and never would hurt you, hun. You don't have to be scared of him." I state with the confidence of a Luna as well as my own personal judgement on Paul's character. He was the third biggest teddy bear I know of. First being my daddy and second being my very own Sam .

Leah brings her legs up to her chest, hugging her knees and resting her head on them, looking sideways at me. "That's all men do." I knit my eyebrows together in confusion at this. Then a horrific thought jumps to my mind. Was she abused by her last pack? Did men hurt her? I suck in a fast breath through my nose before speaking. Trying to calm my own emotions down. I needed to ask her about the attacks and was worried she would close up if I started to question her. I didn't want her going on the offensive and attacking me.

"I won't make you tell me your story if you don't want to. But you ARE safe here, I PROMISE. I don't want to seem indelicate for asking this but for the time being the only thing I need to know from you, is who is behind the attacks on my pack and how you know this.

I'm momentarily startled by my own words, I hadn't meant to say MY pack, I meant to say THIS pack, Sam's Pack….guess I'm taking to the Luna role better than I or Paul ever thought. However the words just flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, the didn't feel wrong at all. I may not be a full werewolf, but I did have ties to this pack even more so after Sam's Mating Bite. This was my pack and I was going to protect it with everything I had to offer.

"I am lucky to have escaped." Her voice was so quiet, I wasn't even sure she spoke to me or to herself. She had such a far off look on her face, and I could tell wherever she went into her subconscious wasn't a good place by the slowly spreading tortured look on her face. In one swift movement she suddenly pulls her shirt over her head. My eyes widening at the sight before me. I've seen plenty of naked women before -Stripper remember- so that wasn't what surprised me, I had everything she had…..Except...those.