A Werewolf and a Shifter
This is one of the rarest and oddest soul mate pairings. Usually werewolves and shifters don't get along and tend to avoid each other. Oddly enough, this pair was the most accepting of their soul mate bond.
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"You're not a man; a man doesn't kidnap his own daughter." Sam Merlotte pressed his knee against Marcus's windpipe. "A man doesn't need a pack of thugs to fight his fights for him." Sam increased the pressure against the werewolf's neck.
"Stop!" Debbie tried to push passed Alcide. "Get off him!"
"Shut. Up." Alcide growled and pushed Debbie back, scowling at her.
"You are pathetic. And weak. And small." Sam removed his knee from crushing Marcus's esophagus. "Live with that." Sam got up and turned his back to Marcus. He steadied his breath; it had taken every ounce of strength he had in him to keep from killing Marcus. If he had, he would be just as bad as Marcus.
Sam didn't notice as Marcus growled and lunged for Sam's forgotten gun. In the split second it took for Marcus to go for the weapon Alcide's heart leaped into his throat and his chest became tight as if his soul would be shattered if Sam died. In that moment Alcide knew Sam was his soul mate. "Sam!" Alcide tackled Marcus to the ground as the gun went off. The gun went off three more times before Alcide hit Marcus's throat with all his strength. Alcide growled and backed away from Marcus as he took his last gasping breaths of life.
"Oh God. What did you do?" Debbie sobbed.
"You!" Alcide growls as he stalks towards Debbie.
"It's okay. We can fix this." Debbie puts her hands up in front of her to try and calm Alcide down.
"Debbie Pelt." Alcide spit her name like it was a nasty taste on his tongue. "I abjure you."
"Oh no. Please! No!" Debbie gripped her stomach in pain.
"I see you no longer."
"No." Debbie gasps, shaking her head with wide eyes.
"I hunt with you no longer."
Debbie sobs. "Alcide."
"I share my flesh with you, no longer."
"Baby." Debbie tries to get closer to him, but Alcide turned his back and walked out of the room.
Sam followed Alcide out of the bedroom. "You okay?" He went to touch Alcide's shoulder, but was stopped by the bigger man grabbing his hand. Alcide turned and stared into Sam's eyes and placed Sam's hand on his chest directly over where his heart is. "Alcide?" Sam tried to pull his hand away but Alcide only gripped it tighter.
"I see you my mate."
Sam's eyes widened when he heard what Alcide said. "Alcide, are you sure?" Sam gasped as Alcide pulled him closer and grasped his hair, all but shoving his face against the werewolf's neck. Sam sniffed Alcide's neck and his eyes widened as he pulled back from Alcide. "How is this possible?"
"Does that really matter Sam? What matters is I found you and I almost lost you. I won't let that happen again." Alcide grabbed Sam's hand again and brought it up to his lips so he could kiss the bruised knuckles gently.
Sam brushed his other hand against Alcide's cheek. "Hey, I'm okay. Now, let's get the Hell out of here."
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Sam paced around in the back room of Merlotte's. He had accepted his soul mate as soon as he realized the reality of it, but their bond still hadn't been completed. Alcide had disappeared off to who knows where before they could even attempt a get to know you better, let alone a bonding. So to say that he was restless and agitated was the damn understatement of the millennia. He couldn't sleep at night he tossed and turned so much because he felt like he was missing something. He was having mood swings worse than any woman on the worst day of her period. His skin itched and he felt like a trapped animal. Each person who came near him that wasn't Alcide just made it worse and worse. He was just about ready to call the werewolf but he didn't want to sound like a whiney bitch in heat, even though that's exactly what he felt like and he HATED IT.
He had locked himself in this room after he had snapped at Arlene and made her cry. She had only asked him if he was okay and he about bit her head off he was so agitated. After Terry had given him a look of death, Sam had escaped to this room with his tail tucked firmly between his legs. He knew when he couldn't win a battle and when he really needed to be alone for fear of hurting those he cared about.
There was a firm knock knock on the door, and Sam's head snapped in that direction. "What!" He snapped.
"Don't what me Sam Merlotte."
Sam had the dignity to lower his head in shame when his eyes met those of the blonde standing in the doorway with her hands resting firmly on her hips. "Sorry Sookie, I'm just not myself today." Sam rubbed his temples and slumped down in a chair, elbows resting on his knees, back hunched forward.
Sam jumped when he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder; he looked up and met with the concerned eyes of one of his best friends. "What's wrong Sam?"
"It's nothing Sookie."
"Don't give me that, I know you better."
Sam sighed harshly and rested his head in his hands. "I found my soul mate."
"That's great," Sookie exclaimed.
"Yeah and we both accepted it."
"That's awesome Sam!"
"But we haven't bonded yet and it's been a week," Sam whined softly.
"What? Why? The longer you go without bonding with your soul ma -"
"I know Sookie!" Sam stood abruptly and paced towards the wall, slamming his hand against it and then slumping forward to lean his forehead against it.
"So then what's the problem? Why are you waiting?" Sookie moved closer to Sam lightly rubbing his shoulder for comfort.
"It's not that it's a choice, it's because he had business he had to go attend to."
"Oooooh, it's a he? Who is he?" Sookie's lust for knowledge outweighed her curiosity towards what kind of business could be important enough to ignore a soul mate bond.
"Alcide. Now can you please leave me alone so I can yearn for my mate's return alone?"
"Sam Merlotte you are not a sulker. Get on that damn phone and tell him to come back to you."
"I'm not a whiney bitch in heat Sookie." Sam shook her hand off and started pacing again.
"No you're not, but I am a terrible mate." Sam's head jerked in the direction of that voice. It took all of his strength not to whine loudly when he saw the dark-haired werewolf standing in the doorway to his room.
"I'll be going now." Sookie made a quick retreat, looking back just once to wink at Sam.
Alcide closed the door behind her and took a few slow steps towards Sam. "I'm sorry I had to leave like that Sam. I shouldn't ha -" Alcide was stopped by Sam barreling into his chest. Sam's arms wrapped around his neck and his nose went straight to the spot right behind his ear.
Sam took a deep breath, taking in as much of his mate's scent as he could at one time. Alcide's arms wrapped around Sam's waste and drew him closer to Alcide's chest. Alcide rubbed his cheek against Sam's, re-marking his territory.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Sam smirked up at his mate and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I like this side of you Sam." Alcide's voice rumbled lowly as he looked down at Sam.
"Good, you'll be seeing it a lot."
Alcide grinned toothily, then grabbed Sam's hand and dragged him out of Merlotte's, more than ready to bond with his mate.
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This would seem like the perfect end to the tale of how these two accepted their mate and finally bonded. But, a soul mate bond between a Werewolf and a Shifter has a very unique quality to it.
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Seven Weeks Later
Alcide jolted up in bed from a dead sleep. He looked over at the alarm clock on the stand beside the bed and groaned when it read 2:00 AM. What had woken him? It was as he was rubbing his eyes that he heard the sound of horrid retching coming from the bathroom door. Alcide got up and padded quickly to the bathroom door. He knocked on the door. "Sam?" He heard the flushing of the toilet and then the water in the faucet turn on. Then, the door opened and Sam stepped out. In the light coming from the bathroom, Alcide could see how pale Sam was. "Hey, you okay?"
"I would say I'm fine, but I'm not." Sam fell against Alcide's chest, sighing as Alcide's arms wrapped around his waist. Alcide picked Sam up and carried him to the bed, laying him down gently. He brushed the hair out of Sam's face and kissed his forehead.
"I'm going to get someone from the pack to look you over." Alcide left before Sam could even try to argue.
Sam groaned and rolled over, curling into a ball with his hands lying against his stomach. He had never felt so sick in his life. Everything he smelled made him want to puke, and any time he even looked at food he was running to the bathroom. He had been hiding this from Alcide for a week, but he had finally been caught. Truthfully, Sam was fucking scared. He had no clue why he has been so sick for a week now. The first few days he had figured it was a stomach bug and would fade, but to his horror it had grown worse with each day that passed.
Sam must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew he had a light shining in his eyes, and someone poking his stomach. He scrunched his eyes up, and batted the person's hands away from abusing his stomach. A hand grabbed both of his and he opened his eyes to see Alcide and an older woman standing next to the bed. The older woman continued to inflict her abuse on his stomach. He groaned as she poked a particularly tender spot. "Would you stop that?"
The older woman showed Sam some mercy and stopped poking at his stomach. She turned to Alcide and said, "Well, he's not sick."
"What do you mean he's not sick?"
"I mean he's not sick. It's perfectly normal for someone in his condition to be throwing up."
His condition? That had Sam freaking out even more. What condition? He didn't realize he had voiced that second question out loud until the lady replied.
"You're pregnant shifter."
"Excuse me?" Sam thought he might be hallucinating now. Or the lady was on drugs, that wouldn't surprise him either.
"Neither of you have heard the myths about what happens when a were and a shifter mate?"
Alcide and Sam exchanged glances and shook their heads.
The old lady sighed and shook her head. "The submissive mate, which is almost always the shifter, can and will become pregnant no matter their gender."
"You're crazy," Sam said.
"You don't believe me? Alcide, smell him and tell me what you smell." She raised her eyebrows at the other werewolf in the room and crossed her arms over her chest.
Alcide bent forward slowly and brushed his mate's cheek with his knuckles, he sniffed the spot behind his mate's ear and he jerked back, eyes wide. "I can't believe it."
"What Alcide?" Sam was getting agitated now.
"You smell like a pregnant bitch."
"I'm gonna kill you. I will chop off your balls and feed them to you." Sam was now standing and the look in his eye seemed as if it could set fire to the room.
"I'll leave you two alone to discuss this." The older lady practically ran from the room to get away from the furious shifter.
"Sam." Alcide stepped closer to Sam, reaching up to cup his face with his hands.
"Alcide! What are we going to do?" Sam fell into Alcide's awaiting arms.
"Hey, it's okay. We're going to have a baby, that's what we're going to do."
Sam sniffed, and looked up at his smiling mate. "This sucks. I'm all emotional now. It's all your fault."
Alcide chuckled. "I beg to differ. I seem to remember you jumping all over me numerous times since we bonded."
Sam grumbled something under his breath.
"What was that I couldn't hear you?" Alcide laughed loudly as Sam glared at him.
"I said, oh yeah."
Alcide just grinned and hugged his mate to him. "We're going to have a baby," Alcide whispered. Sam's grip on the back of his shirt tightened and he smiled against Alcide's shirt. They were going to have a baby.
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Alcide had always claimed that he never wanted any children and Sam claimed he never really thought about it. I'll say that when the twins were born, those two were the best parents any child could ever ask for, and I love spoiling my godsons.