Sorry it took so long, but I've been pretty busy with senior year and stuff. I'll try to keep on this though!

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"Sorry" – Maria Mena

And I say baby / Yes I feel stupid to call you / But I'm lonely / And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me / And I thought that maybe if I kissed / The way you do / You'd feel it too / You said I'm sorry / So sorry


Paul's expression slowly changed.

I saw up close as his smiling face fell apart. First, the transformation began at his mouth, pulling down its corners and setting the full lips into a thin line. Next came the eyes, going from full of excitement to rejection, depression, and then rage; all occurring within a second. Lastly, his eyebrows scrunched together, emphasizing his frustration with me.

"Do you want to try that again?" he asked, fighting to keep control of his emotions. I could see that his chocolate eyes were flickering between their warm brown color, to the piercing yellow of the wolf's.

Alright, so let me put this chronological order so that I'll better understand it: First, I meet Paul in school and he ruins it for me by acting like an overprotective ass. Next, or during the first one (I'm not really sure on the exact time), he imprinted on me; sealing our fate together. After that he tries, unsuccessfully to pursue me over the years. Then he arrests me and assigns me false community service just so that he'll be able to hang out with me. Then he saves me from the party where I accidentally got high on shrooms. During that, he claimed me as his…without my permission. Soon after that I discover his love for me and that he'd been sleeping with me without my knowledge. Following that was him revealing that he's a werewolf, on accident of course. Then he saved me from Henry. Then he saved me from Joseph. Then I became his mate. Then he saved me from Liam and my mom. Then I moved in with him. Then he got me pregnant. And now I just turned down his marriage proposal.

There's no doubt at all in my mind that Paul loves me. Sure, he did some really idiotic thing to express that feeling, but hey, we're only human… oh wait. I'm only human, Paul's a werewolf. Well, uh, nobody's perfect. Paul loved me enough to lie to my face, take me against my will, and even beat up some guys to protect me.

Paul Meraz loves me.

And I, all because of my pride, said "no" to his marriage proposal. I'm not even sure what I'm too proud about. All I can come up with is the word "imprint", and how it's against the wolf's will to fall in love with someone. If I hadn't been there, at that exact same lunch table, at that exact same time, would Paul still have imprinted on me? If Paul wasn't a werewolf, would he still love me this much?

I remember him saying that he loved me even before he first phased, but I'm not sure if he was just saying that to get me to believe that his forged love was for real.

And knowing all that, I can't shake the feeling that I don't want Paul's love; because it's fake.

That's why I declined.

Paul continued to glare down at me, his breathing beginning to speed up.

"I'm going to ask again," he said, still fighting to maintain control. "Daniela Chapman. Marry. Me."

I couldn't help but notice how he had said he was going to ask, but it came out more like an order.

I opened my mouth, and again, my inner self yelled at me that Paul's love was fake. It's imaginary! All made up due to some furball magic! "I think I should go stay somewhere else for a little," I whispered as I leaned up, trying to push Paul away from me.

Instead of moving, he let out a growl and shoved me back down on to the bed.

"NO!" he roared. He pressed his face to mine, his cheek resting on mine so that he could whisper into my ear. "You're not leaving me." His hot breath on me sent shivers down my spine and for a brief second, I feared what Paul would do in order to keep me here. Would he tie me down? Possibly. Would he hurt me? Not a chance. Would he hurt others? He knows damn well I don't care about others.

"Paul," I soothed in a calm voice, trying to persuade him to not let his wolf take control. I don't really like him as much as I like Human-Paul. "Please get off me. I'm your mate, and I'm asking you to get off me because you're scaring me right now."

I felt Paul's muscles tense up and he reluctantly pulled away from me. His face was no longer vengeful, but it was ashamed that he was the source of his mate's fear.

As soon as I had enough space, I got off the bed and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Paul asked, desperation seeking into his voice.

I turned around to face him, not surprised that he was now off the bed and only a couple of inches in front of me.

"Paul," I cooed, putting my hand on his beefy shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I don't think I can do this anymore." Yes, I love Paul. However, he doesn't really love me, and I'm sick and tired of being treated like I'm some fucking piece of glass that has to be handled all day. God knows I don't want to hurt the man in front of me (well, at least not anymore), but I don't have it in me.

Shit, part of me even believes that I don't deserve Paul at all. He worships me, and I just thought about aborting his baby a while ago, all because I didn't want to get fat.

He probably would be a lot better off without me. Maybe he could find some nice girl who won't get pissed off when he tries to get in the shower with her, like what he did two days ago. I was pissed beyond belief, covering my breasts and vag, demanding what the hell he was doing. Paul at first smirked and claimed that this way, we'd save water, but I turned it off, saying I was done and left the bathroom.

"What do you mean?" Paul whimpered, grabbing onto my hand that was on him.

"We need to part ways," I clarified, pulling my hand out of his.

Paul began to shake, but it wasn't with anger. I could tell he was anxious, scared. His face got pale and I could almost hear his heart thudding in his chest. He cleared his throat and asked in a controlled voice, "Why?"

I couldn't explain to Paul that I knew his love was forced, or that I felt I was no good for him, or that I have some weird attachment disorder where I get pissed when someone tried to love me. He'd only try to explain it all to me, in hopes of keeping me here with him.

"I'm not happy," I lied. I mean, sure there were times when I got pissed beyond belief at what Paul did, but that was just our relationship. Truth is, I've never been happier with anyone until I became Paul's mate.

Paul scoffed, struggling to keep his tough façade, but I could tell that I was hurting him on the inside. "That's it?" he asked. "Well, Danni, it's probably the pregnant hormones thing. That's no reason to throw true love away. And besides, I'll quit phasing and we'll be a happy, normal family. And then I'll be able to make you happy, right?" He said all of this in a rushed voice, trying to keep his composure.

Why was Paul trying to make this hard for me? I felt my hands clench at this fool who I love a lot and who I'm trying to protect by leaving. It's fake love! It's not real! I wanted to shout those things, but I knew Paul would make up an answer to make me feel better.

I rolled my eyes and turned back around to leave the bedroom. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, Paul grabbed my arm.

"Danni, whatever it is that I'm doing, just please tell me," he begged, his tough-guy façade completely gone by now. His eyebrows were furrowed and I could see the pleading in his eyes. "I love you."

I love you too Paul, that's why I want you to be happy. And that's why I have to leave: I'm a selfish, horrible mate. I really wanted to say that, but of course, my stupid pride got in the way, preventing me from revealing my inner feelings. "We can still be friends," I murmured, pulling out of his grasp and going downstairs.

I saw Paul jump over the banister and run to the front door, blocking it with his body.

"Danni," he begged, his voice cracking, "please! I finally have you as my mate! And we're finally starting a family! Don't throw it all away! Please!"

"Paul, I'm not gonna take your baby away from you. We can do some sort of joint-custody agreement. I heard about it on TV," I breathed, hoping that would ease his pain a bit. I walked over to where he was in front of the door, eyeing him, telling him to move.

Paul stood his ground, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you go."

I felt my face get hot with anger. I'm trying to be a good person! Why won't Paul even let me do that? That's it; I need to play mean so that he'll force me to leave.

I let out a scream of frustration, making Paul jump at my outburst.

"Paul!" I shrieked. "Don't you dare for a second tell me you love me! At all! 'Cause I know! I know all about you fucking every slut at school! And all out nowhere you develop feelings for me! YOUR LOVE IS FAKE!" My eyes began to sting at my emotions rising up to the brim and at having to yell at the hurt-looking Paul.

"No it's not," Paul whimpered, shaking like a frightened child.

"Yes it is!" I screamed. "You only love me out of the imprint!"

"No!" Paul roared. "I told you before; I loved you before I turned into a wolf! I fucking love you Danni!"

"Well I don't love you!" I shouted, making Paul step back in shock. He leaned on the door for support and his shoulders slumped down.

"What?" he whispered.

I'm so sorry Paul. "I hate you Paul. And I don't wanna be your fucking mate," I spat. "Now get out of my way."

Then Paul did something I've seen him do once in my life. I'm positive he's done it before, but never in front of me at least. What, with all his trying to look like some badass all the time.

Paul dropped to his knees with a thud, placed his hands on the ground for support, and cried.

Paul was crying.

I watched in awe as Paul's muscular shoulders bobbed up and down with each sob he let out. His chest heaved and shook. I saw his eyes get red and puffy, and his mouth form a frown, staying open to let out choking sounds as tears streamed from his eyes.

"D-Dan-ni!" he cried, barely coherent through his sobs. "P-please d-don't push me away!"

Where was the tough, possessive, I-don't-give-a-fuck Paul that I've grown to love? I broke him.

I broke Paul.

He crawled forward, looking rather pathetic, holding onto one of my legs, the one in the cast to be precise. For a while, Paul stayed on his hands and knees, holding onto my leg, sobbing uncontrollably. Every now and then I'd catch words like "sorry" or "stay" or "love".

"Paul, let go please," I mumbled in a barely audible voice.

Paul shook his head, too busy letting out sad sobs to form words.

I sighed and gently wiggled my leg away. "Goodbye Paul," I whispered. I fast walked out of the door, leaving the house and the sounds of Paul's crying behind.

PPOV

She left. She really just left.

My Danni's gone. And this time it's serious. My Danni left because I wasn't good enough for her.

My mate left. My love left.

I continued to lie on the floor, blubbering like a baby at the loss of my love. I couldn't even find the strength in me to run after her and bring her back. She doesn't even want to come back anyway.

She thinks my love for her is fake, and that's why she hates me.

During my moping over my Danni…shit, I guess she's not mine anymore. That thought sent me sobbing even more, covering my face with my hands to hide my depression.

A howl sounded out in the distance, meaning only one thing: bloodsucker.

I jumped to my feet and wiped the tears from my face. Running outside, I phased automatically, going to take my anger and frustration over the death of my relationship out on a fucking leech. Hopefully if I kill it and look like a hero, it'll win Danni back.

That's it! I'll save her from the bloodsucker! I'll kill it and tell her it was after her and that I saved her, making her love me.

I began to bound into the forest before I stopped dead in my tracks. There, a couple paces away from me, was the leech. It was the same one who's mate we killed.

The leech looked up at me, snarling. "You fucking mutt!" he roared. "You fucking killed my Charlotte!" He charged forward, too quickly for my taste, hitting me across the head, making everything go black.