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There is a reason why Jacob hasn't told Bella about the imprint yet. It will be revealed in the next chapter.
Rated M for adult themes and language.
Bella woke up to a dark room and the delicious view of Jacob's backside as he stood in front of his closet.
He was talking to himself, muttering the words -to tell her or not to tell her- over and over again.
She rubbed her smudged eyes and glanced around the cluttered room, trying to remember how she ended up in his bed for the third time in a row…naked, no less!
Yes, she was sans clothes under those sheets and her sparkly silver mini-dress was draped over Jacob's desk chair along with her strapless bra and lace panties.
"Shit…" She swore, lowering her face into her hands in an epic facepalm. "This can't be happening."
Jacob zipped up his faded jeans and turned around, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in apprehension.
'Good morning, Bells.'
"Why the hell am I in your bed?" Bella shot him a sleepy glare while searching for her vibrating iPhone.
'Uh…good question.' Jacob scratched the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. 'You…don't remember what happened last night, do you?'
"Oh my God!" Her eyes widened like saucers when she spotted the handful of torn condom wrappers on the carpet.
'Yeah, that happened.' He coughed awkwardly.
"No…no…no…" Bella moaned, feeling utterly mortified. "We had sex?"
'Bells…'
"How…how could you?" She chucked a pillow at him, followed by his digital clock and his lava lamp.
He caught them both in mid-air and tossed them onto his brand new sofa.
'Will you please let me explain?' He coolly approached her side of the bed and snatched his BlackBerry from her angry fingers.
She folded her arms across her heaving chest and tried not to cry.
Her throat felt dry and her skull was pounding like it was hosting a rave party inside her brain.
"What's there to explain? You popped my cherry and now I'm too hung over to remember!"
'Jesus, Swan. Can you shut the fuck up and let me talk?' Jacob growled in irritation.
"Don't yell at me!" Bella's PMS tears flooded her eyes all of a sudden. She was an emotional mess and the Alpha was making things worse by raising his voice to her.
'I'm sorry, munchkin, but you gotta hear me out.' He sat on the edge of the mattress and soothingly stroked her legs.
'We didn't sleep together, alright?' He reassured her. 'You're still a certified virgin so wipe those tears, get dressed and go home.'
"Jake…"
'Go home Bella!' He suddenly barked before storming out of the room.
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'Hahaaaa…you got voted off Jake's bed?'
"Shut it Leah. I'm not in the mood."
'Seriously though, what happened last night?'
"The last thing I remember is being hauled off the dance-floor…" Bella grumbled.
'Oh.' Leah topped her hot chocolate with more marshmallows while casually whistling to herself.
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'So…you don't remember puking in Darth Vader?'
"Umm…who's Darth Vader?"
'Swan, you really need to brush up on your werewolf lingo 'cause this is beyond ridiculous.'
"Darth Va…Oh my God! I threw up in Jake's car?" B's eyes widened in mortification.
'Yep.' Leah nodded before taking a sip of her hot beverage. 'Quil said, and I quote: that you've annihilated Darth Vader with the stench of your vomit.'
"Eeeew…that's disgusting."
'Wait until you smell the interior of the 'Stang.' Leah chuckled in amusement.
"I think Jake's going to file a restraining order against me in the near future."
'Haha. Nice one, but I doubt it.' The amused she-wolf sank further into the couch next to Bella and flipped through the TV channels.
'The smart-ass thinks he imprinted on you.' She added.
Bella suddenly bolted upright when a certain memory from the night before flashed though her mind:
"Jake, pull over."
'Why?'
"I'm gonna….throw UP!"
She did throw up, all over the carpet below her feet.
Jacob wiped the vomit with an extra t-shirt he kept in the trunk and drove them home without saying a single word.
Bella puked one more time in the driveway so he decided to carry her up to his room instead of facing the wrath of Charlie.
They made a quick stop at the bathroom where she washed her face and rinsed the acidic taste of alcohol from her mouth. Then they stumbled into his bedroom, or at least Bella did while whispering the dirtiest things in his ear.
"Mmmm…when I look at you, I think booty call." She licked his outer lobe, switching from angry to horny in seconds.
"One night stands and monkey sex on the beach…"
'Bella, that's enough.' He spoke through gritted teeth while dumping her on his unmade bed.
"What? I'm complimenting your fuckhot body." She licked her lips suggestively then slowly unzipped her dress. "Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
'No. Not like this.' He shook his head.
"How then?" Bella shimmied out of her dress and tossed it in his direction.
It landed at his feet, looking like a pile of tiny sparkling diamonds.
Her strong scent drifted from the shimmery fabric, making his shoulders tense and his nostrils flare in response.
"Do you want me on all fours? Would your wolf like that?"
She turned around and unclasped her bra in full sight of him.
'Bella...don't.' He growled, averting his gaze from her exposed skin.
Once the bra was taken care of, she drunkenly opened his bedside drawer and fished out his unopened box of Trojan Magnum condoms.
"How about I do this?" She ripped the box open and grabbed a handful of condoms before chucking the rest across the room.
"He'll fuck me…" She tore one open with her teeth. "He'll fuck me not…" Then another…"He'll fuck me…"
Her dark, chocolate eyes were openly challenging him, as if daring him to put an end to her taunting game.
'That's enough!' He snarled, snatching the golden wrappers from her hands.
"Fuck you and your orders! I don't belong to you, you neanderthal!"
'Go to sleep, Bells.' He covered her nude body with his sheets, careful not to touch her.
"I don't wanna be your imprint! You're already in a relationship with your precious ego."
'Jesus…' Jacob picked up her discarded clothes and draped them over his desk chair.
"Here, take my panties, maybe you'll imprint on them instead."
The Alpha took a deep, calming breath when her lace panties landed on his right shoulder, accompanied by a drunken giggle from the brunette who was on the verge of driving him crazy.
'You're going to be the death of me, Swan.' He muttered.
"Likewise, Black." Bella retorted before passing out.
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'Wow…that was very entertaining.' Leah remarked. 'You and Jake should do a movie together where you both get drunk and blast each other's heads off.'
"Thanks for the explicit imagery, Clearwater." Bella groaned into her hand. "No wonder Jake's mad at me…"
'No shit, Sherlock. You're like the Cruella de Vil of drunkenness.'
"Duly noted, bitch."
'Touché, Swan.' Leah smirked. 'You've epically ruffled Jake's feathers, and now it's time for phase two.'
A/N: More imprinting info coming up, as well as Bella's reaction to what it really means to be imprinted to the Alpha.