Yays :3 I am updating this story now! Mostly because I had Thursday and Friday off from school and have absolutely nothing to do. So I'm writing…and since I'm writing I guess I do have something to do, huh? Anyways, this is a pointless authors note – just saying that I'm sorry I've been taking a break from fanfiction for a little while, but school started and the teachers just love throwing us a shit load of homework.

But it's calmed down now, so I think my updates should start being more frequent.

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**Jelly-Bean-Jr.

Come across you're lost and broken
You're coming to,
but you're slow and waking
You Start to shake,
you still haven't spoken,
what happened

Fala's point of view-

I stared up at my ceiling, only in a small tank top and boy short underwear. No covers, a bunch of pillows, and plenty of tears. I don't even know why I was crying, to be honest. I guess it was the imprint talking; I wouldn't deny that I wanted Brady next to me. I was cold, hollow on the inside. But I wouldn't let anyone know that. Therefor I had to prove it to myself I could go without Brady's no doubt warm arms wrapped around me, his soft lips pressed against my forehead as he whispered loving words to me. I closed my eyes, curling up slightly as more tears fell.

I guess I deserved this, this empty feeling that was eating me alive. I deserved to know that Brady found someone else more beautiful, more caring to him than I ever was, someone that was now probably basking in his kisses, whispering sweet nothings to. I bit into my lip to stifle a sob, my eyes staring out the window as the rain fell against it in a quick rush, creating the all too familiar plops and hits against the window. I deserved all of this pain, being alone forever. Why didn't I give him a chance? Was I too stubborn? Did I really think Brady was a good for nothing mutt? No. Brady was nice, maybe a little too obsessive; but so was I.

I hated sleeping. I hated being alone in the night, the rain falling. Mostly because I had time to think, to dream, and Brady was always there. It's kinda sad, really. Thinking I knew Brady was some sort of knight in shining armor, prepared to make my dreams come true. Really? I couldn't get any more pathetic. The sad part is I'm almost positive I've made everyone hate me by rejecting Brady. Is that really how this started? I turn down a boy – no, a man, I suppose – and I'm shunned by the whole pack. Seth seemed embarrassed to even acknowledge me today, I basically made fun of Emily and Sam relationship by talking ill of her scars that were nowhere near her fault. Collin just hates my guts for turning down his best friend when I'm supposed to be-

I sigh, closing my eyes tightly. I really, really didn't want to think about this. This has got to be the worst night yet – too cold, too lonely, too dark.

I needed Brady.

I open my eyes into the dark, my body almost seeming to move on autopilot. Where was I even supposed to go? To Brady's house? I don't know where that is. Still, I got up, my body shaking for warmth, Brady's warmth. I need him, and I want him. So badly. I move across my bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake Sam or Emily. I breathed in slowly, my heart rate going faster and faster. I needed him. So, so, so badly.

I breathe in shakily, opening up my bedroom door only to stop suddenly, a large muscular chest standing in my way. My eyes widened slightly as my they trailed upward, landing on Brady's face. Hard as stone, jaw clenched, eyes boring into mine. My dry mouth opened to say something, to tell him- I didn't know what I wanted to tell him. I just needed him, my body craved him. But he was right here, right now; and I was frozen in my spot. My cold, half naked body tingling with the warmth coming off Brady's body. My eyelids dropped a little, feeling heavy with…lust? As I looked at him. His jaw clenched again before releasing, his hand moving forward as his hand cupped my face gently, eyes sad and yearning.

"Beautiful…" he whispers, the sound of his raw voice alone making shivers ignite, and my eyes flutter close, leaning into his hand. My own hand went up then, gently touching his naked waist, the heat dancing up my fingertips, then up my arm, before my heart started beating erratically.

"Brady," I croaked, my eyes watering as I hugged him tightly, his own arms wrapping around me in that instant. And suddenly I was warm again, my heart beating painfully against my chest and my breathing coming out in easy gasps. It felt good. Too, too good. I needed more though. More of Brady.

"Fala," he groans back, picking me up as my legs wrap around his waist, him carrying me back into my bedroom as he shuts the door quietly, his face burrowing into my neck, "oh God, I need you. Don't, please, I'm sorry for everything," he murmured against my neck, pressing me tightly against him. I nodded, swallowing as I cling to him desperately, shaking my head.

"N-never," I whisper, curling my hands into fists, "I could never. I should be sorry, you're, I can't even think of how I'd so something so…never," I promise, stumbling on a bunch of words like an idiot. But I didn't care. I didn't care about the imprint, I couldn't. Wasn't it natural for wolves? Why go against nature? This was as easy as breathing; I couldn't hold my breath that long. I should've realized that in the beginning.

Brady pulls away, looking at me with a grimace, "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he says thickly, looking ready to cry. I shake my head, my bottom lip quivering.

"I missed you," I whispered, tears falling. Brady smiled sadly, kissing away each tear, gathering me in his arms as he pressed me against him, my face hiding in his warm shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fought it I- I was scared," he hushed me.

"Shhh, Fala, it doesn't matter. I still love you. Always," my arms loosen around his neck as my body goes limp, hanging on him as I allow myself to breathe in normally. Knowing he wouldn't go anywhere. He was here, it was done. The tears still fell repeatedly, hitting his chest.

"I need you," I admitted quietly, my voice cracking, "I want you so badly. I can't- I can't, just please forgive me?" I ask, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes. He nods, looking at me as a genuine smile stretches across his face, making me almost vomit with happiness. It was getting harder to breathe. But in a better way. So much better.

"Already forgiven," he nods, his lips moving to mine in a gentle kiss. I kiss back quickly, my fingers tangling in his hair roughly. I didn't want gentle at all, not when I needed so much of him. He groans, pulling away and setting me down on my back on the bed, his hands on either side of my head resting on the mattress.

"Fala I…we need to take this slow," he answers, shaking his head when I tried to lean back up and kiss him. I frown, looking at his face, crestfallen.

"Why?" I ask, my hands clawing at the cold sheets, already missing Brady's warmth.

"Because I can't be hurt anymore," he answers, looking me dead in the eye, and in that instance his warmth almost seemed to grow cold. His eyes glazed over as he touches my cheek gently.

"If you were to regret everything that has happened – I'd die. I couldn't stand hearing you've gone off with another man, and I know that you haven't because I never detected someone else's scent on you. But I couldn't hear it, it just made me so…angry," he growls out, his hands curling into fists, his knuckles brushing against my cheek slightly as he glares down at my chest, his brows furrowed.

"You need to be ready, and I need to collect myself. I don't think I could ever handle you hating me and blaming every little intimate action we have together on the imprint. I want you to love me," he strains out, not looking at my face, "love me for me and not feel forced. Get to know me, and know how you feel," he shakes his head, closing his eyes.

I swallow thickly, moving my own hand up to his face, looking at his green/blue eyes in awe, "I know what I want Brady," I whisper quietly, looking at him, "and I know I need it. I needed it from the beginning. I just- I wanted what was best for you."

"By hurting me?" he asks, making my heart crumble. What was I thinking? Of course I knew this imprint stuff wasn't something you could just get rid of, which irritated me from the beginning. Knowing that Brady couldn't just forget. But what was done is done, and I'm finding myself oddly okay with it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with loving Brady for the rest of my life, I've realized. He's perfect for me in every way.

"I never meant to hurt you," I say seriously, leaning up as I kiss his Adams apple sweetly, moving my lips down his neck to his collar bone, "I wanted you to love freely," he nods in understanding, smiling.

"I know."

"I didn't want you to be tied to just me; feeling like you didn't have a choice."

"I know," he repeats, ducking his head to capture my lips with his, eagerly moving mine against his sweet, plump ones. My eyes drift closed, my arms wrapped around his neck as my mind wanders somewhere deeper. I was falling. My body leaving. Where was Brady?

I gasp at that, my eye opening, wanting to see his face again. Instead I was met with dark, the sound of rain plopping and hitting the glass of my window. My body still uncovered, my blankets curled up in the furthest corner of the room where they were out of temptations way, and everything exactly as it was before.

But no Brady. There was no Brady. My heart lurched as my body curled. Letting the tears flow freely and sobs rack my body.

I didn't care who heard them at this point.