A/N: Sherry rocks.
Chapter 26
"Get your fucking paws off her," someone growled. I spun around to see Edward standing behind us and he looked furious.
Paul immediately released his hold of me. "She was leaving the camp," he stuttered.
"She's not a prisoner and you had no right to have your hands on her."
Paul stumbled a few steps backward. He was terrified of Edward. I could see it in his eyes.
"Bella," Edward said, turning to me. "Please, go back to the den. Edmund is upset that he hurt you. He wants to apologize."
I shook my head. "He has nothing to apologize for."
"I know," he sighed. "Just please go and talk to him."
I nodded and started to walk away. I only got a few steps before I ducked behind a tree. I wanted to know what was going to happen between Paul and Edward, but most of all I wanted to know why Paul had a problem with me.
"Bella told me that she had been awake for hours when you were watching her in that room and you never alerted me."
Paul scoffed. "She's lying."
"Why would she lie? What does she have to gain?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. The same reason she lied about Jacob."
Edward snarled, grabbing a hold of Paul by the neck and lifting him off the ground. "I don't know how many times I need to tell you. She never lied about Jacob. When are you going to get that into that thick skull of yours?"
"You don't know that," Paul chocked.
"Don't you dare tell me what I do and do not know. I am your alpha. My word is final and you will not challenge me. Do you understand? I suggest that you learn to accept that before you find yourself demoted to an omega or worse a rouge."
Edward dropped Paul to the ground. He landed on his knees, coughing and spluttering as he held his neck. "You are blinded by her."
Edward growled. Even I knew it was a warning for him to shut up.
"You abandoned your people for two years looking for her and for what? She doesn't even remember you and now you are going to put us all in danger. You have always chosen her before your people. She is the reason we were on the run for years, the reason why we all have to look over our shoulders, and the reason why your people live in fear of retribution."
"Enough," Edward snarled, razing his claw up into the air, ready to swipe.
I went to dash forward to stop him, but someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Jasper. "Go," he whispered. "I'll take care of this."
I opened my mouth to argue with him, but maybe he was right. Maybe it was better that I didn't get involved. I turned and headed back, towards our den and my son.