"Who is the girl? How can they break the imprint?" Paul whispered desperate need in his voice.

"I don't know how they can break the imprint." Beck turned from him.

Walking with towards the windows it looked like Beck was letting out a silent prayer. I watched as her shoulders shook with tears.

"Who's the girl?" Pauls voice shook.

"Me" Beck whispered the answer before crumpling into a heap on the floor. Exhaustion and fear finally overtaking her resolve.


Chapter 40: Preparing to Fall

As Always Happy Reading


POV: Bella


Exhaustion hit me soon after we got to altitude. Every minute in the air I was getting closer to Sam. My soul knew it. The bond felt like it was glowing with happiness at the lessening of distance between the two of us.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the bond, feeling Sam as if he was right beside me. Emotion choked up my throat as I realized he was going to be so close.

Even if he didn't want the romantic imprint, I would still be able to see him, smell him. It would all be worth it. Just to know that he is happy, and that I get to watch his happiness.

I fell asleep feeling warm and happy knowing that soon I will be with Sam. He will still be My Sam, even if I have to share him with Emily.

When I woke, I felt strong warm arms around me. I froze, taking a deep inhale before my heart fell. Not My Sam. Sitting up, Embry released me from under his arm. I left a little drool mark on his t-shirt.

"Sorry" I pointed to his t-shirt.

Embry's answering smile was genuine.

"It's a risk of being a gentleman. I will take your drool any day. You needed the sleep. When we picked you up you looked zombie-ish" Embry admitted.

"Like a very cute zombie" Seth kicked Embry, as if trying to remind him to be nice.

Looking over, Seth had his arms wrapped around her waist. Cuddling her to his chest. It was hard to believe that they hadn't imprinted yet.

"Did you have any clue who Joshua is?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

I didn't want to be too excited when I saw Sam. If he did want to be Emilies sexual partner and my, well, regardless of what he defined it as, I knew he would remain being my everything. No matter if he was screwing another woman. That didn't matter to me. As long as I had My Sam.

"Other then your future father in-law?" Seth wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Are we believing that? It seems a bit suspicious, he shows up when I return to my mom" I whispered.

"Its him" Embry spoke with a firm confidence.

"How do we know? Like, don't get me wrong, I am very thankful that he came and now we are on his plane. It's just, why now?" I couldn't help the burning need to ask.

Both men shrugged. Seth attempted to not jostle Flic with his shrug. He still hadn't removed her from his embrace. I could see on my brother's face that he was enjoying every moment of it.

"Okay. I just, I'm having a hard time trusting it." I told the men.

"We will be here, no matter what. If I didn't pick up on Sam's scent mixed with his, I would be suspicious too." Embry admitted.

"I feel like a horrible daughter" I whispered.

Both men looked at me with quizzical expressions. I knew neither of them would push me to explain. Taking a breath I gathered my courage.

"This version of my mom. I haven't seen her in years, honestly, maybe I have never seen her this…" I paused, thinking of what word to use "stable. I mean-" Looking at Embry "your mom was similar. If she randomly got better, would you be cautious?"

"Cautious, unsure, probably wouldn't trust it" Embry looked stressed for me.

"I just… I don't know. I think we need to keep our wits about us. I don't know what caused such a strong change in her behaviour" I admitted.

"Isn't it the same thing that is changing yours?" Seth asked.

Embry and I stared at him, both of us questioning him with our lack of verbal response.

"Well, when you decided to go back to Sam, you seemed to change. Less zombie in search of a numbing agent, more yourself." Seth explained.

"So?" I asked.

"So, maybe she is returning to her imprint too. Just a theory" Seth's voice was optimistic.

Seth was always good like that. He would rather find the good in people and situations then even think about anyone's intentional betrayal. When we got back, I would ask Sam to overturn the Alpha order. He deserved to be happy and in love. Both the men on my rescue mission did. It was a little thing I could do to help their souls become complete, no one deserved to be cursed to live with half a soul.

Seth breathed Flic in, almost like she would be taken from him after this flight. Flic stretched in his hold, slowly gaining consciousness. She let out a happy sigh when she realized who was holding her. Placing a kiss on his jaw, Flic turned in his embrace to face Embry and I. She didn't protest as Seth kept his hands on her. It seemed she was enjoying every moment of their embrace as much as he was.

"Morning. Where are we?" Flic's voice sounded surprised but not worried.

"Joshua's plane" I told her.

"He can fly? I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks" A giggle escaped at her own joke.

I still felt too unsure to join in the levity of her laugh. The boys seemed to be trying to memorize its very melody, as if they would need to write a test on it tomorrow.

There analysis of her felt too intimate for me to join. Instead, I looked down at myself. My clothing had stains and caked-on dirt, and I couldn't remember how I got into this state. It might have been shallow of me, but, I didn't want Sam seeing me return to him this way. Maybe I could go to the store on the way back. I started to pick at a dirt spot on my knee, trying and failing to force myself into a more appropriate appearance.

Doubt filled my mind. Maybe he wouldn't want me if I looked like this. It had only been a few hours, and I could prove to almost anyone that I failed at being the 'perfect' imprint. I ran away, became intoxicated to deal with the pain, obviously gotten myself filthy in that time, and now was planning to… what? Return home to Sam? Would he even accept me back after my childishness?

"Bella, are you okay?" Flic asked with genuine sincerity in her voice.

"I don't think so" I admitted.

"Anything I can do to help?" She offered.

"I would kill for some fresh clothing. I would ask Renee, but I didn't see her pack any of my clothing."

"I got you there" Flic turned, kissing Seth's cheek.

I watched as Seth's entire being seemed to light up at her affection. Flic got up from his lap, retrieving her bag from where it was piled with Renee's in the back. Grabbing it, she handed it to me.

"Aunty Alice packed. I honestly haven't looked at the full contents, but knowing her, everything in there is new. Feel free to use any of it." Flic finished talking as Embry pulled her to him.

She fell into his lap. It looked as easy as breathing for both men. If anyone had talked about sharing an imprint I would have thought jealousy would be a contending factor. Yet, between the two men, there seemed to only be happiness when the other one was sharing a moment with Flic.

Getting up, I found the surprisingly spacious plane bathroom. My hair somehow survived me running away. It fell beautifully in ringlets from the style the hairstylist had put in. I made note to ask the hairstylist what spray they had used to keep it looking this nice. The rest of me, however, didn't fare as perfectly.

Streaks of makeup stained my face. Mascara caked under my eyes, making me look like a lost raccoon. Lipstick smudged across my cheek, and my foundation had fallen off in flaky patches.

Opening the bag, I was stunned for a moment at how many things had managed to fit in the small duffle. I washed my hands before digging through. The items inside looked to be priced far outside my normal range, I didn't want to ruin the packaging of them with my dirty hands. Half the items that appeared to be makeup had words embellished on them that were definitely not written in English. Pulling out what looked to be a cleanser with gold flakes, I got to work, deconstructing the ruins that were my face.

It worked magic, slowly peeling away the caked on wedding makeup, to my natural skin underneath. I was slightly surprised that my face hadn't broken out. Between the heavy makeup, and my tears, I had half expected at least a few pimples to appear.

Leaving my hair as it was, pinned to my head, I quickly undressed from the questionably stained outfit. I only noticed as it sat piled in the corner of the bathroom that none of the items I had dressed in matched. The pile looked like it could be used by a clown to make a very clashing outfit.

Retrieving paper towels, I wet them in the sink, wiping my skin, trying to feel clean. Truthfully, I haven't felt clean since I watched their lips touch. I shivered, retrieving a new pair of underwear from the bag. They still had their tags on. On any other day, I would have felt comfortably sexy in the baby blue cashmere set. For now, the comfortable fabric helped me simply feel human.

I picked a pair of charcoal sweats and a maroon t-shirt. Flic was smaller then I was, yet the fabric hung beautifully from my form. I picked up my dirty sweatshirt, debating putting it back on, before I discarded my entire used pile into the garbage. Soon, I would be able to get another sweater with Sam's scent on it.

Just the thought made my heart light up. I focused on the bond. The feelings of love and apologies were still the main feeling being streamed to me, yet, an underlying panic was undeniable.

Zipping up the duffle, I brought it back to my friends. My heart longed for Sam as I watched the casual touches and loving tones the three exchanged. I dropped the bag back in the pile with my mom's bag.

I needed to grab the back of one of the seats, suddenly feeling very weak. My knees began to shake. Seth jumped up, catching me as I tipped off kilter, without him I would have hit the floor hard. None of my extremities seemed to have any ability to function.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Flic said over and over again.

She grabbed her bag, a zippered pocket inside the bag was stuck, I watched as she struggled to gain access to the contents. Embry helped her, ripping open the fabric under the zipper, and vials spilled out into the main compartment of the bag.

Seth brushed the sweat off my forehead. Shivers wracked uncontrollably through my body. As my body shook I felt Sam slipping from me. Almost like a vale of fog was being forced between our connection. I pushed against the fog, scooping it mentally, trying to find him.

I could no longer see Seth, Embry, or Flic, yet I could hear them. Mentally, I was screaming for Sam. He was here somewhere, he had just been here. I spun our connection point mentally over and over again, as if trying to find the missing link in the mist.

My mouth was forced open, a minty taste coated my tongue, I swallowed out of habit, needing to get it into my body so I wouldn't be distracted against searching for Sam. My ears began to pop, and my stomach lurched.

Then, I felt it, the static of a disconnected call.

Sam was gone.


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