The pack meet was draining. I didn't like being reminded that they desired me like that.
"How are we supposed to organize all of these books?" I asked, overwhelmed a little by the quantity of books.
"I have no idea." Sam replied, his shoulders hunched as he looked down at them. "I don't even know what they all are. Why don't we put them on the shelves, then make an inventory of the types of books, then try to rearrange them on the shelves."
"Yeah, that's a good way to start." I said, starting to shelve the books closest to the bookshelves. "It's probably not good for them to be all over the floor like this and in boxes."
Shelving the books didn't take too long. Then we each skimmed the spines of the books, one of us working on each book case. We each were making a list of the broad categories of books.
"Some of these are really old," I said, "and not in English."
"In Quileute?" Sam asked. He answered his own question as he read more spines. "Yeah, some are in Quileute." He was thumbing through one now.
"Some aren't. I think this might be Makah." I held out a book to him. "Do you think Embry knows Makah?"
"No, I wouldn't think so. He's lived here his whole life. But we should ask."
"I'm taking Quileute IV this year. I don't need four language credits, but I needed the credit and I liked it, so I might be able to translate some of this."
"I wish I had done that. I just took two years of Quileute."
"Should we tell the rest of the pack not to drop their Quileute classes? Then they can help with translation?"
"Yeah, good idea. We'll suggest it, not order it. But I can read some of this," Sam said, trailing the words with his finger. "Not enough though."
"What about the books with the alpha mates? How are we going to find those without Old Quil?"
"Maybe he'll help us." Sam suggested.
I really hoped Old Quil would help. Most of the books didn't have summaries or anything. "Let's call him." I said. "Or we could go talk to him. You could scare him a little," I suggested, mostly joking.
"Let's eat first," Sam said. I looked at him as he started toward me. He had those hungry eyes. "I love that you have to wear dresses on the pack runs," he said.
He lifted me onto his shoulders like a child, only backwards so that my panties were in his face. He bit them, tearing them open.
"Sam, I'm not going to have any panties left if you keep doing that," I warned him.
"Good." He said, suckling on my clit. I was holding his shoulders, maintaining my balance, but I had to hunch over his head because the ceilings were not high enough for me to sit up straight.
Afterwards, we were in bed. He was resting his head on my shoulder, the reverse of our usual position. "I love you, Lee-lee," he whispered.
"I love you too, Sam." I said, turning to see his dark hair next to my face.
"What's for dinner?" He asked, still clinging to me.
"It's a pasta bake. There's one in the oven and one that we can put in after for our lunches tomorrow."
"Great. It smells great. Not as good as you, but still really great."
"It's probably ready. Are you ready to eat now?"
"Are you?"
"I'm starving."
"Me too." He admitted.
We separated and got dressed. I pulled out the pasta bake. We looked over the books again while waiting for it to cool. Then we planned to see Old Quil after I finished the dishes.
SPOVOld Quil was not expecting us.
"You people…" he spluttered, "you took my books and made me sit with that perverted Paul kid. The things he told me… I didn't want to know all that! That boy needs a therapist or five and I don't even believe in that new fangled psychology crap." He was clenching his fists, quaking in frustration. "Why did you make me sit with him?"
"Sorry about that." Leah said. I was trying not to laugh. I had heard bits and pieces of what Paul had been saying to Old Quil, and I understood where he was coming from, but it was still funny. "Paul is a little messed up but we trust him a lot, so he was the best choice to sit with you."
I composed myself, swallowed my laughter, and said, "We need some information about the books."
"So now you come to me looking for favors?" He narrowed his eyes at us skeptically.
"We could go to Billy," Leah suggested, looking at me. "He was the keeper of the books before he gave them to Old Quil."
I nodded and we started to stand.
"No! No. I'll tell you what you want to know... What do you want to know?" Old Quil asked.
"What books have information about the alpha females and the mated pairs of alphas?" Leah asked, taking control of this meeting.
Old Quil gestured to the empty seats in his office. Leah and I both sat across from him. Old Quil took out a piece of paper and started writing. He handed it to us. It was a short list of three books. "Those books are about the alpha females and mated pairs."
"And how did you have the books organized?" Leah asked. "I'm guessing by category? If so, what are the categories?"
He wrote another list on a separate piece of paper. Leah and I waited patiently.
"Some of the books are in English and some are in Quileute but some are in neither," Leah stated, then waited for his explanation.
"There are a dozen in Makah and three in Quinault, which is the old language of the Hoh tribe."
"How can we get those translated?" Leah asked.
"You would have to take them to someone you trust from those tribes. I never bothered. They were clearly from outsiders anyways."
I was so curious now. What did those books say?
"Where can we get a dictionary for the Quileute ones?" I asked. "Leah has taken a lot of Quileute but even she has come across words she does not know. I am having even more difficulty." I lied about her needing it too. I needed a dictionary for myself alone. I knew she wouldn't mind.
"You can have one of mine. I have several and they are redundant." Old Quil stood and pulled down a decent sized dictionary from an eye-level shelf. He slid it across the table towards us.
I was stunned by that kindness. "Thank you."
"Yeah, whatever." He wouldn't look me in the eye.
"Old Quil, it wasn't personal, taking the books," I explained with a sudden compassion for the old man. This library had been his whole life's passion. "Billy told us that they belong to the alphas. We didn't like that you were restricting information, that's true, but we need you. We want you to be a part of this, the current pack. You know more than we do. You know where the information is in those books. I understand if you don't want to help us now, but we still want your help."
Old Quil started shouting. "Goddamnit! He took from me! Now I take from him." Old Quil sounded crazed. "Did Billy tell you why he is chief?"
Old Quil sounded like he was snapping.
"He is heir to the title, right?" Leah asked. That is what I had assumed as well.
"But how? How is he the heir?" Old Quil slammed his fist on the desk. He was a small man but he had an undeniable presence about him.
"It had been passed down in the Black family for centuries." Leah said. "This is common knowledge."
Old Quil started laughing. "That is a lie perpetuated by the Black family. It is passed down to the heir of the most recent alpha. The pack alpha is the true and only spirit chief. The alpha's heirs become chief until there is a new pack, a new alpha, a new spirit chief."
I was stunned.
"What are we supposed to do with this information, Old Quil?" Leah asked. "We can't go in there and take his role as chief like we did your books."
"No," Old Quil replied, "it won't be that simple. But I will secure you both a seat on the council. Then we will overthrow Billy Black." He had a gleam in his eye that was borderline maniacal.
I looked at Leah. We were both astonished. We had stumbled into something weird.
"Why?" I asked.
"You have the books now," Old Quil said, eyeing us with suspicion. His moods were hard to keep up with. "All the secrets will come out sooner or later. How did you secure his help in getting the books?"
Shit. This was weird. I was intrigued.
"I scared the shit out of him," I admitted. "I didn't mean to. I was just angry."
Old Quil chuckled again but said nothing.
"Can you just tell us what the fuck is going on?" Leah was getting mad. We both loved Billy Black but I didn't know what to think right now.
"I wonder if he even let you keep it…" Old Quil didn't seem to be talking to us. He was just talking and we were there, hearing him. "He might have snuck it away when he was helping you, tricky Black vermin."
"Taken what?" Leah asked.
"The treaty."
"The treaty?" I repeated. "I don't remember seeing a hard copy of the treaty, did you Leah?"
Leah shook her head, clearly as confused as me.
"I photocopied it," Old Quil said. "I have a copy in my safe at the bank and one in my safe here. But he probably has my original now."
"What the fuck does the treaty say?" I was getting mad.
"I'm incriminating myself with this, but you should know, Sam. The treaty enriches the male heirs of the last pack for as long as the Cullens hold property in Forks. That's the Blacks, Atearas and the Uleys. It should be enriching you, Sam Uley, except your father ran off with your cut."
"What the fuck!" I was livid. "He never even paid child support!"
I was worried I would phase. I was so mad that I was vibrating. Leah kneeled in front of me, squeezed between my knees and put her head on my chest. She knew I wouldn't phase with her so close. Even with her fast healing powers, I could never hurt my precious beloved.
"We'll get to the bottom of all this," she promised. "We have this weird old man as our ally now and we'll get to the bottom of it, baby. We'll fix this and make it right."
I stroked her hair. "I'm ok. Thank you, baby. I'm ok." I kissed the top of her head then looked Old Quil in the eye. "So are you saying that the book heist was a plot by Billy to get your copy of the treaty? Are there others?"
"All three houses got a copy. Any chance your dad left yours?"
"I have no idea." I was thinking about that possibility. "My mom threw a lot of his stuff away."
"Maybe we should ask her," Leah suggested.
I looked at the clock. "It's getting late. I'll visit her tomorrow and see what I can find. Old Quil, can you make us a copy of the treaty so we have a better understanding of what we're dealing with?"
"Yes, I can make a copy tomorrow morning. Stop by when you visit your mom and I'll have it for you."
"Thank you for your help." I said. This was a lot to unravel. I shook his hand on the way out.
When we got home, my need for Leah overpowered me.
LPOVI could feel his emotions, his overwhelm. Even without the connection of our scars, it was clear from his face that he was troubled. And he needed comfort.
He slammed the door shut, kissed me wildly while pushing me toward the bedroom and slammed me onto the bed. He stood over me.
"I'm going to give you a minute to undress. There is no way that I can undress you without tearing your clothes to shreds."
He watched as I peeled my clothes off as fast as I could, which was very fast. His eyes were scouring my body, devouring it with his gaze. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and dropped his shorts. Even his erection was raging. I could see the heartbeat in his veiny cock as he stood over me.
He started to stroke himself as he looked down at me. He was gorgeous. I opened my legs wide for him. He growled. I was dripping wet with arousal.
"Fuck." He said, his eyes glued to my glistening pussy.
"Come here, big boy," I invited, making a come hither motion with my finger.
He was in me. He was on me. He surrounded me. His arms were under my back, pulling me tightly to him as he fucked me.
"Leah. Leah. Leah. My Leah. All mine. Oh Leah."
"I'm all yours, Sam, all yours." Fuck, he was going hard and he wasn't slowing down to do the grindy thing that I loved. I tried to do the grindy thing from below him but he was holding me too tight.
I pushed him over. His eyes were wild with desire. I started alternating between the grind and the dick bounce so we'd both get off together. He saw what I was after and grabbed my hips to hold me steady. Then he rubbed his pelvis on my clit until I was screaming his name in pleasure.
I growled in pleasure. He growled back.
He continued to hold my hips while he powerfully thrust into me until he came. Fuck. He felt so good inside of me.
I lay down on his chest and ran my fingers through his hair.
"This is such a fucking mess." He said. He wasn't talking about the sex.
"Understatement."
"My dad left after his father died."
"I remember."
"We thought he was having a breakdown, that he wasn't handling the death well."
"Everyone thought that," I said.
"But it was about the inheritance."
"What a fucker."
"No wonder your dad hated him."
"You think my dad knew about the money?" I asked. "You think he would have been friends with Billy if he knew that was part of the treaty?"
"I don't know. I guess it's not important right now. But it would make sense for him to hate my dad for that, right?"
"Yeah, but it would make sense for him to hate your dad for leaving his family too, even without knowing about the money."
"True." He sighed. "I never thought about that spirit chief stuff before."
"It makes sense. In some legends, the terms alpha and spirit chief are used interchangeably. We know that Ephraim Black was the last alpha. "
"But now we know he was corrupt as shit. And so is Billy."
"And we got played," I said softly. It was a hard truth to wrestle with.
"Fuck! Maybe Old Quil is wrong. Maybe Billy didn't take the treaty."
"Do you want to go check?" I asked.
"No. I just want to hold you. Is that ok?"
"Of course. You know I love this." I said. It just felt so good, being with him after sex.
"And it doesn't make a difference anyway. Like, why would Old Quil lie about all that? And we're going to get a copy tomorrow anyway."
"What are we going to do about it?"
"We'll have to read the treaty before we can decide anything."
"Yeah. What about the chief shit?" I asked. "Are we dual chiefs, or is it just you?"
"I don't know, Leah. I think ideally, we'll be both chiefs. We're stronger together. But I don't know how we're going to sell that to the tribe. And I don't know shit about being chief."
"It's a lot."
"Yeah, baby, it is." He yawned, then he was asleep.