Title: The Alpha's Legacy
Genre: Angst
Rating: M (warning for reference to domestic violence)
Pairing: Bella/Paul (story is Paul/OC)
Words: 500
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No ccopyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: "You are absolutely, completely, unequivocally detestable."

AN: This is dark, and I'm a little nervous about posting it. Can't help what I write though… And this is one of the rare instances where I actually had trouble keeping to the word limit.

This story confused a few people on Tricky Raven, so let me know if you need clarification. Ellie is Bella and Jake's daughter, and Paul's stepdaughter.

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The Alpha's Legacy

He paused a long moment before he let his hand fall heavily against the door. This was the last place he wanted to be, and probably the last person who would help him, but he didn't have many options.

The only reason he came there at all was because he could tell that his alpha wasn't home, and the only heartbeat inside was that of his stepdaughter. Ellie answered the door with a frown, knowing Paul was there to see her—he would never visit her dad or stepmom without an alpha order.

Paul's breath caught when he saw her—she was the spitting image of her mother these days. Though at barely twelve years old, she already had two inches on Bella's height.

Ellie's life was a slap in the face to imprinting. By all the old standards, she shouldn't exist at all. Jake and Bella decided they were better off as friends, but their only attempt at mating had resulted in the fiery girl who stood before him now. Paul's unexpected imprint on Bella only complicated things more.

Taking a deep breath, Paul swallowed his pride and asked. "I need some money, Ellie. I'm getting out of town for a while."

Those familiar brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why are you asking me, Paul? Where's Mom?"

He couldn't hide the jolt of pain that washed through him at the mention of his imprint, and he looked over his shoulder toward the medical center. "She… uh, she'll be fine. You know how she is—she tripped and fell down the stairs. They said the… um, the… baby should be fine though."

Distracted by his memories replaying in a bruised, bloody reel, he was caught off guard by the small hand that slapped his face with surprising force. He turned with a growl, shocked that Bella's daughter had the nerve to lay a hand on him.

Unlike his own alternating meek and temper-driven children, Ellie Black had the blood of alphas in her veins. She stared at her stepfather with undisguised loathing as she reached behind the door for something.

"You are absolutely, completely, unequivocally detestable." She spat the words as she curled her hand around the familiar steel. As she pulled the gun up to point at his head, Paul suddenly remembered that she had the chief of police for a grandfather as well. "Get out of here, before I see just how fast you can heal."

He was ninety-nine percent sure she was bluffing, but it had also been several years since Bella had been hurt badly enough to require hospitalization. Ellie's temper might not be as bad as her half-brothers, but controlled anger was always more deadly than blind rage.

Paul stumbled back as she took a step forward, the alpha timbre rolling off her tongue. "I said leave, Paul. Go, and never return to La Push."

What her father had never had the balls to do, Ellie did herself. Paul would never hurt her mother again.