The True Alpha's Mate

by ImaginationOnFire1995

What if Edward never came back? What if Jacob healed Bella? The Volturi never would have known about Bella. She would be free to live her life with Jacob. This story begins with the book/movie version and then deviates after a few chapters. I do take creative licensing with some of the lore so, keep that in mind. The story is marked Rated M for some violence and some mature themes

7. Chapter 7

* Author's Note- I know this is a short chapter, and I apologize, but there is a lot coming:) Enjoy!

Jacob

Sitting here on the sand talking to Bella about the pack, the legends, and our history, I can't help but wish she were the one for me.

I've only known the truth about the pack for a few weeks, and now, I am just supposed to up and accept the role of true alpha? I just can't. I don't even really know what all of this means as just one of the pack. But, instead of being scared off, Bella is asking questions. The same questions I asked just a few weeks ago when my dad sat me down and explained the Black family history as it pertains to the pack.

For years, it always seemed like there was something off about our family. I remember when I was little, how my grandfather would sit me down and tell me the legends over and over. The more he told me, the more I realized, he was wanting me to commit them to memory. Although at the time, I thought it was just about my heritage. Now, I know there was more to it.

My great-grandfather, Ephraim, was not only the alpha of the pack, but he was also Chief of the Tribe. Then, my grandfather took over when his father died. Since he died, but my dad couldn't take the role because of his injury, Old Quil, Quil Atera's grandfather took over. Now, Old Quil seemed just about ready to kick it. Which meant that the council would fulfill the role until I was ready to take my "rightful" place as Chief. But if I am being honest with myself, I don't know that I would ever be ready for that.

One day, it would be my job to tell the legends at all of the tribe bonfires and if I took up the mantle of alpha, at the pack bonfires too.

As I told the stories to Bella, I realized, I was doing just what I was meant, by birthright, to do for my people. Of course, this is the easy part, but I still don't know that I will ever be ready to take on the rest of the responsibility as Chief and alpha.

All of a sudden, a sensation hits me that almost knocks me out, and I turn to look at Bella. But when I look at her, I feel fuzzy as if I am about to black-out. Everything the guys have told me about imprinting is true. I feel this pull to Bella so strong that I can't help but just stare at her wide-eyed.

"Whoa, did you feel that?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah, I did." I swallow as I realize what just happened, "You're my imprint."

With those words, Bella passes out, falling backwards, flat onto the sand.