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Karma

Fear

(PPOV)

John? John! Chris said his son's name was John! My breathing became labored as I processed this new information. Was I having a panic attack? Oh God I was having a panic attack! That means I betrayed my imprint! Fuck!

Fuck do I do!

My inner wolf was going off the wall! He had betrayed his imprint! He was pissed off at me to no end! He was also afraid! Afraid that John wouldn't want him, afraid that John would turn him away, and afraid that John would chose another as a mate. Shit! I was shaking so bad!

I tried my best to calm myself and my wolf down so that I wouldn't phase in the living room of the new house and expose our tribe's biggest secret. I started to try and reason with myself and my inner wolf, who was in fact blaming me for betraying our mate. The reasoning I was using was that this John may in fact not be my John. After all John is a common man's name because there are at least three boys at the school on the rez have the name of John. So this John can't be my John. He just can't be!

"Paul? Are you okay, sweetie?" Mom asked as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah mom just had a rough day today and it is finally catching up to me." I lied with a reassuring smile on my lips. She seemed to believe it and left it at that.

I watched as both mom and Chris waited for me by the door to the kitchen as I was trying to compose myself a little. Once I had calmed myself enough, I then decided to make my way to them and the kitchen door. With each shaky step I took as my heart was going a mile a minute while my nerves were completely shot and worst of all! My inner wolf was a quivering mess thinking nonstop about how he betrayed his imprint.

I gulped loudly as I kept chanting the same thing in my head over and over again. It's not my John! It's not my John! It can't be my John! When the fuck did he become my John? Oh Yeah, the moment that I imprinted on him. Just stay calm. That's all I have to do. Is to just stay calm! Because it just can't be John!

As we all entered the kitchen the full force of mouth watering scents filled my scenes, I quickly gulped down the extra saliva so I wouldn't start drooling all over the place.

"Johnny!" Mom said excitedly as she made her way to the figure by the stove. Even though his back was towards me I knew it was him. It was John! My imprint!

I was hit with wanting to do two different thing the moment that I recognized it was John. Option one: Run to him and Option two: Run from him. I was planning to go with the later of the two. My wolf on the other hand was not moving from the spot where I was standing because he actually wanted to meet his imprint and beg for forgiveness for his betrayal.

I watched as John quickly turned off the stove as my mother move to embrace him in a hug and I had to suppress a growl that wanted to escape. John turned his gaze to me and I instantly began to shake. I wasn't shaking in anger that would lead to me phasing. I was shaking because of fear. Fear from John's icy blue eyes that held hatred and disappointment directed straight towards me but it was odd he was my imprint but I couldn't feel his emotions like the others could with their imprints.

Now I was panicking.

Why was he looking at me like that? Did he find out that I cheated on him?

At that thought my inner volatile wolf came to one conclusion and one conclusion only. That he would be completely submissive when it came to John. No matter what kind of fight they would get into or any type of relationship that they may have, he would always be the submissive one.

Oh Hell No!

I would not be some submissive bitch who takes it up the ass!

This cause the wolf in me to growl murderously at me which in turn caused me to shut up.

"Johnny this is my son Paul. Paul this is John." Mom introduced us to each other.

"Hey." I simply offered with a nodded and all John did was give me a breath taking smile with a bow of his head.

After all the interdictions were finished with, both mom and I went to our own rooms to unpack our cloths as John finished up the last minute touches for dinner. After a while I was now fully unpacked and surveying the room I would now be living in. My new bedroom smelt like lavender and chocolate. I took in several deep breaths just letting the scent of my imprint wash over me. I may find this whole imprinting thing to be fucked up but John's scent was just wonderfully relaxing to me and I just couldn't get enough of it.

I just stood there breathing in his scent until I felt a weight on my shoulder and an electric shock soon followed with it. I know instantly that it was John as I turned to face him. John had a small grin gracing those lips of his as his eyes held only contentment and a little amusement towards me. John simply tilted his head towards the stairs with a hand motion to follow him and like a lost puppy I did.

I realized that the closer I was to him the more smelled of chocolate dominated over the lavender. My inner volatile wolf wondered if he tasted like chocolate and that caused me to lick my lips subconsciously.

"Licking your lips already, Paulie?" Mom asked as she caught me licking my lips.

"Uh…yeah! Just smells too good and its making my mouth water." I defended myself as I felt my face warm at my mother's pet name for me and at the fact that John had heard her call me that but worst of all was the doubled meaning in my words that were directed towards my imprint. John offered me an understanding smile at parents and their pet names for their kids.

We all sat around a small rectangular table for dinner, mom and Chris sat next to each other as I sat next to John and my inner wolf was chanting for me to touch him in some way, shape, or form but I just did my best to ignore him as best I could. When dinner started neither Chris nor John said anything about how much I was eating. In fact John gave me a bigger serving them anyone else at the table and my inner wolf couldn't be more proud of him.

Fucking pussy!

Is that what my wolf has become a pussy?

"Boys, there is something we have to tell you." Chris said grabbing both our attention from our meals and my mental rambling mid way through dinner.

"John there's a reason we moved down here and Paul there's a reason why Claire and you moved in with us…" Chris was explaining to us like we were five year old kids. John and me just shared a curious look at each other and then back to Chris waiting for him to continue.

"As you both know Claire and I have been seeing each other for over a year…" Chris stated as John and I both nodded.

"We're getting married!" Mom just blurted out.

Married!

WHAT THE FUCK!

They're getting married! Mom and Chris kept talking but I wasn't listening to a word they were saying. I was just so pissed! Suddenly something grabbed my hand that was under the table and I already knew that it was John. My Rage and shaking stopped instantly and replaced with concern instead at the death grip that his hand on my own. I chanced a glance at him and he looked happy his eyes held happiness but his death grip on me told a different story all together.

So I did something that was really unlike me, I laced my fingers with his and we just held hands with each other throughout the remainder of dinner. My inner wolf approved at my behavior and I didn't do it for him or because the imprinting made me. I did it because we both needed each other right now.

Once dinner was finished mom told John and me not to worry about the dishes and to just head off to our room. So that's what we both did and I was actually worried about John. The bad part is it wasn't the imprinting that made me worried about him. I'm actually starting to care about him.

Fuck!

My imprint is going to be my stepbrother!

Fuck we share a bedroom and a bathroom and its sound proof too!

I honestly want to know what god hates me or thinks this shit is funny because I'm not laughing you fuckers! My wolf on the other hand liked the idea of a sound proof room with his mate. I'm so fucking screwed!

Once we were safely in our sound proof room John let out a soft sigh as he started to strip. Oh my fucking god what do I do? Fuck! I gulped as he took off his sweatshirt my eyes were transfixed on his every movement. He lifted his sweatshirt up and over his head only then that I realized he did not have an undershirt on. So I got a nice view of his magnificent guns, broad firm chest, and glorious six-pack with a sexy V and just under his naval was a nice little brown happy trail. I was so painfully hard it wasn't even funny as I eye fucked him.

What the fuck am I thinking!

I'm straight damnit!

I have fucked over…wait how many women have I fucked? I don't know? A lot! Yeah I fucked a lot of women and I am no fucking queer! But damn look at those guns! I wish they were wrapped around me, holding me. What the fuck is wrong with me! Oh, that's right imprinting is what's wrong with me. Fuck you fate!

Fuck you to hell!

My wolf wanting so bad to touch him. Both my wolf and I just about died when he started to unbutton his jeans. Fuck! I came a little in my pants as I watched him undress.

God, I said like damn pervert.

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the thought I am a pervert.

John quickly put on his pajama bottoms as he let out a heavy sigh, he than sat on his bed with his face in his hands. I felt the need to comfort him and make him smile again the wolf in me full heartedly agreed with me.

I shot up from my spot on my bed and made my way towards him, once in front of John I grab his wrist roughly and pulled him into a hug. I felt him stiffen in my grasp and I was a little hurt by this but we both just had a very emotional load of shit to deal with and we both needed one another.

"The shit they pulled on us today wasn't right." I stated firmly as I felt John relax in my embrace. My wolf was loving the fact that our bare chest were touching each other's.

John's grip tightened his hold on my waist as I began to nuzzle my head with his but there was a big problem that I was facing I was getting harder by the time and I was losing myself control to the wolf within me. Shit! The last thing I needed to do was jump John.

As John was holding on to me for support I started to make cooing noises to help him calm down as I started to relax completely just from his scent alone. This was getting to immanent and if I didn't stop it now I may end up making out with my soon to be step brother. I let out an irritated sigh as I looked down feeling John shivered in my embrace. Fuck Me!

Then I noticed that he had ink done on his back. The tattoo was of a rectangular stone slate with angels at the top two corners of it and at the bottom was tribal type of design. The two angels looked content as they rested on the top of the stone slate only showing off their heads and arms as their wings spread out fully on two the shoulder blades. The tribal tattoo was an elegant design that gave a base to the stone slate. The shape of the tribal tattoo part was like an acute angle or a wide V type of shape. The stone slate it's self had writing in it, a poem maybe? The poem read.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep,

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circled flight,

I am the soft stars that shin at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there I did not die.

-Mary Frye-

"Wow that's deep." I voiced my thought out loud by accident, John pulled out of our embrace to face me with a confused look on his beautiful face but his icy blue eyes still shone with fury. Beautiful? Fuck me!

"Your ink, it's pretty deep shit you have on your back." I complemented as understanding graced his face and a knowing gentle smile greeted me that I understood the depth of the tattoo.

To tell the truth my respect for this guy, my imprint increased because I can't stand when people just got ink to get ink. It should have meaning to the person or tell some sort of story; I mean this type of shit is permanent people and it follows you for the rest of your life. I mean really use your brain cells fuckers.

"Thanks." John just gave me a simple answer. I was shocked for a few minutes at the fact that John had spoken to me and not really elaborating on the meaning of the ink but I already know it.

"A remembrance of family, friends or any loved ones that have passed and it's a way to believe you'll meet again and that they're not truly gone." I voiced the ink's meaning only to be greeted by John's shocked face as he nodded his head in conformation that I had gotten it right.

I fucking knew I would.

"And your ink represents that you're a protector of La Push, that you embrace the fact that your descendents of wolves and that you're deemed a warrior of your people to protect them from the cold ones or any other threat to the tribe." John stated looking at my shoulder as he ran a figure around the design.

I just sat there mouth a gaped at what he just said and the fact he said more then what seven words at one time. Then I panicked! Oh shit does he know! How the fuck does he Know? What do I do? What do I do? Oh My Fucking God What Do I Do?

"Is what I said wrong?" I must have made a face because he was worrying about me and then my wolf and I felt guilty for making him worry. Fuck you imprinting!

"No, you got it. I was just wondering how did you know?" I asked try to play cool.

"I heard some of the legends from Samantha and from what she has told me any way. You're in Sam's gang going around helping people out and acting like a security force for La Push. Also everyone that is in Sam's gang has those same tattoos so I was thinking that certain people of the tribe go through some sort of ceremony or some sort of change to be deemed a protector. Am I right or does that sound stupid?" John kind of rambled off which was kind of cute. Cute? I hate being this much of a pansy!

Damn my imprint was smart and perceptive if the pack wasn't careful around him then our big furry secret would be found out within two seconds.

"I'm impressed most people think we're just some drug dealing gang who fucks with people." I stated with pride that my imprint thought we were a good thing and damnit we are!

"If Sam's gang or group really was a negative aspect to the tribe then I doubt the elders would respect Sam the way they do and anyone who thinks like that are just plain stupid." John said with a confidant smile showing me he meant every word of it. I returned the smile and I noticed John yawned.

"I think it's time we turn in." I stated as John nodded his head in agreement.

"Of course the great warrior needs his beauty sleep." He joked as the fury in his eyes lessened and I was just happy he was starting to warm up to me.

"Damn right I need my beauty sleep, now shut up and go to bed." I jokingly ordered as John chuckled in response.

"Why don't you bunk with me? I'm sure neither of us wants to be alone with our own thoughts tonight anyway." The pleading request left my lips before I could stop it. John just looked out into space for a little bit then nodded his head in agreement.

As we got settled into bed with our backs to each other I wait for him to fall asleep. Once his breathing became a steady tone I myself began to fall asleep as well and truth be told for the first time today I was actually happy that I imprinted on John.

Then I remember something that snapped me awake in an instant. I had patrol at 7:00 am tomorrow. Damnit! I didn't want to leave John's side yet and that thought scared me to no end because it wasn't the imprint that was talking. It was me! My mind started to slow and darkness offered it's gentle sweet embrace as I listened to John's heart beat and it's wonderful lullaby whispering me to sleep.

I was actually starting to fear what tomorrow brought with the rain that it always seemed to promise for Forks and La Push.

To be continued…