POV Shift Change - Paul's POV

Walking through the woods, my mind was centered, concentrating on how I was going to approach Rachel. She was the one who wanted to keep this stupid secret from the soon-to-be Alpha.

But no, "Paul, we can't tell him!" And my fucking inner wolf just had to agree with her. God, this fucking imprint is fucking my life in so many ways. I just wished I never walked into the Black's house. I was just going to check in on them, and that one look managed to fuck everything up.

I never thought this would happen to me. I just wished I imprinted on Bella the moment I met her, despite her giving me a nice right swing. But no, no that never works out for me! Then two days later, I met Rachel and my fucking wolf went insane. I tried playing it off, but Sam knew instantly. He thought I had imprinted on Bella. He almost cut my head off for that, but eventually I told him it was Rachel.

That night I spent at Billy's was one of the worst nights of my life...well, second to today. When Sam told Billy what I did, Billy's face went blank. I think he was in shock, or probably thinking of all the ways I could screw up her life. Mainly, I think he was upset because she was already married with children. I was just pissed that no one asked me about it. I mean, I'm the one who fucking imprinted on her. She didn't have a choice in the matter.

But I guess that's what you get when you turn into a werewolf. Your life is no longer your life. You're never really allowed to hang out outside the rez. Jared, Sam, and I are the only ones who actually leaves. The rest stay because they're ordered to. I guess you can say I leave because I hate this place.

It took two months before Sam managed to talk me into telling Rachel about the imprint. She didn't believe me until she let me hold her hand. After that, she was open to the idea. I could feel that the pressure was on. could tell that she didn't like me the way imprints are originally supposed to. We got along well, and we did have that emotional connection, but even my inner wolf knew that we were better off as friends - and that's how it was going to be.

Being with Bella is like never wanting the day to end. She just brings out the best in me. Since the first night I saw her walking alongside that road, she had me thinking. I don't want to hide myself from other people anymore, either. I want to be that guy that Bella's proud to show off.

I didn't know that Bella was the famous "vampire girl" that everyone, mostly Jared, was talking about. I liked her even before I knew this. I just pretended I didn't. Now, she's with me. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

As I walked by Sam's house, I tried to sneak by so that I can talk to Rachel before facing Sam.

"Paul, get in here!"

Well, shit.

I reluctantly made my way into Sam's house. Before I could even see the place, I was pushed against the wall by two big hands. Sam.

"Sam-"

"This is not about Rachel!" He cut me off. I frowned. I could see Leah and Emily out of the corner of my eye. They didn't look very happy with Sam. "It's about you and Bella. You knew the rule."

I pushed him away. "What fucking rule? When were any rules made?"

"It's not written in stone, dumbass. How could you go after her? She's not another loop in your belt, Paul!"

"You really wanna go there, Sam?" I challenged. "Says the man who left his girlfriend for another one of her family members."

"You know..."

I cut him off. "Don't fucking say it was the imprint because I am sick of everyone hiding behind that bullshit! You know what, you guys can hide behind whatever the fuck you want. But I'm not going to hide anymore." They all looked at me as if I were the crazy one. "For the first time in a long time, I'm fucking happy. She's not just another notch on my belt."

Sam stared at me for a long time, then sighed. "Are you telling me the truth, or are you just trying to save your own ass?"

I walked up to him, staring him in the eye. "Sam, you know me better than anyone else. I'm telling you the truth. I love Bella more than-"

Before I could even finish the sentence, I was pushed against Sam's kitchen table. I hissed at the sharp pain, staring my attacker in the eye. Black was angry. "Finish that sentence, I swear to God."

I glared at him. "I love Bella more than life itself."

He was seething. He grabbed me by my shirt and slammed me against the wall. He brought his arm back. The fucker was about to punch me.

"Jacob, stop!" Sam's authoritative Alpha voice boomed. For some reason, it didn't do anything.

Jacob swung at me. Sam had to grab Jacob's shoulder to pull him back. Jacob ended up pushing Sam back, and he turned for me again. But this time, I was ready. I held my hands up.

"We didn't mean for this to happen!"

Sam managed to recover quickly, and he held Jacob back. Jacob's eyes were dilated. It sort of unnerved me considering dilated eyes usually symbolizes the readiness to change. "She would never date a lowlife like you." Jacob snapped.

That. Mother. Fucker. I shouldn't say this, but I couldn't not it. "She changed, Jake! She's looking for something, someone. She wants to be with someone that can call out shots, be straightforward. Unlike you. We all know you turned down the Alpha position because you're not man enough!"

I grinned as he tried to wriggle out of Sam's grasp. I walked backwards, opening the kitchen door. Sam pushed Jacob forward. He knew we had to deal with this. When we transformed, our clothes ripped to shreds. We also knocked down a couple of trees in the process. When we were no more than a few meters in the woods, my paws digging into the ground, I stared at Jacob.

I didn't waste time replaying the memories I had with Bella, leaving out the mature parts. He'd kill me if I showed that. I showed him the date I brought her on, soundless conversations, gazing up at the stars.

"Black, I really love her. Can you see, wait, can you feel it? Can you feel that she loves me back? I'd never hurt her, Jake. Never."

He wrinkled his muzzle. "Why her?! You could have anyone. Why choose her? Why my Bella?"

"Black, the first time I saw her, I didn't even know she was the Bella you were always rambling on about. When Jared told me, I seriously tried to hide my feelings, but I couldn't fucking do that anymore. I'm tired of all this bullshit, all this pretending. Bella's different; she's changed. She is brave, so smart, funny, beautiful, and she's got a sane head. She wants people to know that. She had been trying to show you for months, but you kept treating her as if she were a glass vase. She got frustrated."

I hadn't noticed Sam or the others join until I heard their paws patter the ground.

"He's right, Jake. I was with them that night at the bar. She's not the same. I saw how Paul was with her. He cares." Quil backed me up, playing the memory of me showing Bella how to play pool.

"I'm not just gonna say this because he's my best friend, I'm gonna say this because it's the God damn truth: Paul does love her. He wouldn't have tried to keep this a secret from anyone if otherwise. If you really want Bella to be happy, let her go." Jared advised. He showed a memory of me meeting her for the very first time.

"You have my word, Jake. I will not hurt her." I said.

He looked at everyone, staying quiet. He turned suddenly, running deeper into the woods. Quil tried to run after him, but Sam spoke up. "Just leave him. He has a lot to think about." He turned to look at me. "I can see that you truly meant what you said; you will not hurt her. We will all help Jacob kill you if you do, understand?"

I nodded. I'd kill myself before they even had the chance to anyway. That's the last thing I will ever do - hurt Bella.

"Good. Now go home and call Rachel. I would like her to know of this."

"I need to talk to Bella."

"You can talk to her later. Home. Now." He ordered me.

By the time I got home, it was late. I just wanted to be with Bella, to hold her in my arms. I walked into my house, immediately reaching for the phone. I dialed Rachel's number, waiting for her to answer. She answered, voice was cheery.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rach, it's me."

"Paul?" She sounded worried. "Is everything okay? It's not Sunday."

I sighed, running a hand over my face. "Well, uh, Jake kind knows about the imprint." I blurted.

"Oh." I could imagine her plopping down onto the couch right about now. "How did he take it?"

I scoffed. "Not too well. I'm kind of dating his crush. That didn't help either."

"Paul, can you, like, not piss someone off? For a day? Have you ever done that?" She queried.

"Where's the fun in that?" I snorted.

I could hear her smile. "I guess I better call my dad, huh?"

"Yup." I popped the 'p'.

There was a pause. "Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Does she make you happy?" The pure innocence in her voice made me smile.

"More than anything." I replied.

After half an hour, I ended up staring at the wall absentmindedly. Just thinking about everything that happened...I felt so relieved. Maybe now Bella and I can start acting normally around them instead of acting like complete strangers.

It was then when my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I opened it, knowing full well who was there. As soon as the door opened, I pulled her into a hug. I felt good, so good.

I just wished everyone were here to see us.

Editor/Beta: Moriarty's Diary

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