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Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, I'm glad the last chapter was recieved well. Here's another little short chapter from our favourite hot head. This might be the last one from Paul, so I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Paul's POV

Ok, so I'm in love.

The woman is Rachel Black; she's beautiful, she's bitchy, she's loving, she's volatile and she's fucking impossible. Together, we could take on the world, or equally destroy it.

We were one of three imprinted couples in our pack, but we weren't anything like the others.

Me and Rachel were always fighting - it was our thing, but we were undoubtedly happy. We weren't the home makers like Sam and Emily. Nor were we the diplomats like Jared and Kim. We were just us - passionate and strong willed.

I can still remember exactly how she reacted when I told her about the imprint - she tried to ignore it at first. Rachel felt like it I was tying her to La Push and she was going to be trapped. It was only when she realised that I would have followed her, or equally let her go, if that was what she wanted, that she decided her life was here with me. Since then everything had been a battle out of choice. Neither of us wanted an easy life; we would always want fire and passion. We wanted to feel like we were living, rather than watching the world calmly pass us by.

Underneath all of that though, through my arrogance and temper and through her bitchiness, we both loved each other unconditionally.

I was therefore totally livid at myself for losing my rag with her. Especially as we both hated Leah Clearwater.

Hating Leah wasn't even without good reason either. She had always been a pain in the ass and constantly caused trouble among the packs and imprints. She was antagonistic and made Rachel seem like a mouse if she really got started. Unfortunately, I could feel my hate for her dimming slightly.

It all started with the skinned wolf. It had surprisingly made me worry about the damn bitch. She was unfortunately my wolf sister; we had fought beside each other in the past and it left a bond whether I liked it or not. I wouldn't actually want any serious harm to come to her, an ass kicking sure, but the idea of her bitchy persona no longer existing wasn't something I wanted. Plus, it would kill Sam and Emily, and Jake's pack.

To add to my dilemma, she then went and did me a favour the other day. It wasn't anything major and I never asked her to, but she did it nonetheless and she did it for the packs. She was trying to be an alpha to free Jake, which was in my interest. Jake being happy would make Rachel happy, and a happy Rachel was all I ever wanted.

So when Rachel started up her little hate campaign at the table, I lost it. I was torn between pack responsibilities and my imprint and ended up slamming my hand down and shouting through frustration before walking out.

That was the reason why I was currently marching down the middle of the road and Rachel was trotting after me (in those stupid little fuck me heels may I add), calling my name angrily.

"Paul . . . Paul . . . Paul . . . ! Oi! Fuckwit!

That got my attention and I turned to her.

She sure was angry, "What the hell was that about?"

"I know, I know, I shouldn't have shouted. I just got angry." As soon as my eyes connected with hers I was lost. I may be a bastard to everyone else, but this was my sexy kitten. We played rough, we called each other names, we had full blown arguments followed by mind blowing sex, but at the end of the day this was my girl and she owned me.

"Why? I was only having some fun." She pouted at me.

I immediately pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her. "Let's just forget it babe. I'm really sorry," I whispered, burying my head in her neck and taking in her scent.

She shoved me away roughly. "No! You don't get to show me up and then get all gooey. Screw the imprint, what's your problem?"

"Look, Leah helped me with an injury the other day. She could have left me to bleed all the way home, but she didn't. I think she's trying to do the right thing . . . to help your brother." As I spoke I awaited the onslaught.

"So what? You're best friends now? Someone else I love is going to run around in her shadow like a puppy? The - I love Leah, she's a complete bitch to everyone, but hey it don't matter, let's all kiss her ass - club." My girl was savage.

"That's a hell of a name for a club Rach."

I don't know why I said it, it just came out, and she responded by slapping me around the head. It didn't hurt, but the message was clear - she wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"Sorry . . . . Look babe, just tell me honestly - is this hate you feel really about Leah, or is it more about you? I don't like the girl, but I love you and hate seeing you torn up. You can't tell me I'm wrong - I know you too well." My voice was gentle and I decided to move a few inches closer.

"Sod off Paul; you know exactly what this is about. I thought you agreed with me; Leah's like an infection. Look at Sam, Emily and Jake, all of them are miserable because she's a dominating cow. I get the shit life thing; hell, I've lost a parent, I've got the other one in a wheel chair - who, I am essentially caring for. To add to the crap pile, my twin sister lives on an island determined never to come back here, and my baby brother is never home because he's running around fighting the undead and worrying about her. You're all I've got and now you've gone over to the dark side too."

She was coming down from savage and was now sitting comfortably at pissed.

"You're my dark side, sexy." I closed the distance slightly again.

"Stop with the sodding sweet talk, or you'll regret it."

And right back up to savage goes my girl's mood.

"Paul, Leah shouldn't be able to treat people like she does. It's only a taste of her own medicine. I seem to be the only one not scared of her bullshit."

"I have always backed you Chiquita; I always will when it comes down to it, but maybe you should lay off a bit. I hate to say it, but did you ever think you might actually have stuff in common?" As I spoke, Rachel looked away from me.

After a few seconds she turned back and raised an eyebrow, "She really helped you?"

I knew she was calm now. I had won and closed the distance completely. I wrapped my arms around her. Growling into her ear I answered, "Really."

I felt Rachel shiver. "Fine, I'll back off, but don't expect miracles, and if this is you getting soft in your old age - pack it in; you're supposed to be a wolf... Christ, if I wanted a puppy, I'd go to the pet shop."

I let out a laugh and growling again, I pressed against her. "I'm anything but soft, baby."

She giggled knowing the full meaning of my words. "I'm fed up talking about Leah Clearwater. Get me home. Now." Her order came out heavy and lustful as I drew in her scent.

I loved it and she didn't need to ask me twice. I immediately rushed her home to follow through with our usual ending to an argument.