Pairings: Kagome/Sam, Kagome/Jacob, Kagome/Paul, Kagome/Jared, Kagome/Embry, Kagome/Quil, and Kagome/Seth

A/N: Yes, this is a reverse harem fic. So yes, the whole pack WILL imprint on Kagome. She WILL end up with all of them in a consenting relationship.

On the topic of timeline, this story takes place around July 2006 which coincides with around the time Edward proposed to Bella in the books which was in June. But as this is an alternate universe, I will be taking creative liberty with the plot. All the characters have been aged up to suit the story so no one is in high school.

Rewritten as of 2/6/2025.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor Inuyasha. Both belong to their respective owners and not me. But please, please no flames and if you have nothing better to say, say nothing at all.

Chapter I – First Meetings

Forks Transit Center was a hub of activity that day with the distant echo of announcements and the hum of voices filling the bus terminal. There were groups of visitors, family members and workers spilling into the bus station. Sam Uley stood near the front of the lot, beside his parked truck where Billy Black sat perched in the passenger seat. He leaned against the truck door, waiting for the arrival of Charlie Swan's oldest daughter–Bella's half-sister from Japan who used to visit when she was a kid.

Sam had agreed to come along at Billy's request—Jacob's inability to care for himself or his father meant the rest of the pack had to pick up the slack. Hardly anyone saw Jake these days, which effectively left the mantle of Alpha in Sam's hands. If Jake wasn't scheduled to patrol, he usually found him drinking up a storm in his cabin or at some random bar he dragged himself to in Port Angeles.

The treaty with the Cullens teetered on a knife's edge, and Bella's wedding announcement had driven the final nail in the coffin. As much as the Cullen's liked to pretend at the human facade, it grew increasingly difficult to be cordial when their very existence fueled their hatred. Forks had quickly become a hotbed for vampire activity so even more of the boys on the reservation had started shifting. It infuriated Sam, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Sam sighed, crossing his arms as another wave of travelers spilled out of the terminal. Billy's tight-lipped smile seemed hollow against the weariness etched into his gaunt features.

"How's…" Billy began, then trailed off. Sam noticed the lines of grief deepen on the older man's face as he swallowed hard. "Is he alright?"

Jake had become a shell of himself, and his constant absence was tearing the pack apart. Sam was barely managing to keep them together, but he couldn't bring himself to say that—Billy wouldn't understand.

"He's surviving," Sam stated instead and didn't bother elaborating.

Billy didn't respond but Sam could scent his sorrow in the air, which was answer enough. He already lost two of his girls who refused to come back home after losing his wife years back, he couldn't bear to lose his only son.

Despite his wheelchair, Billy Black stayed active around the reservation, and picking up Chief Swan's eldest daughter from the airport was one of the many tasks he took upon himself. Sam had expected Billy and Charlie's friendship to falter, especially after Bella chose to spend more time with the Cullens. Instead, the wizened old man became even more determined to protect Charlie—now more than ever.

It made little sense to Sam, but he suspected Billy was clinging to the last thread of connection he felt he had in this changing world.

"Well, thanks for coming, Sam," Billy said after a beat of silence, his voice low but meaningful. "It'll be good for Charlie to have someone else around, with his little girl runnin' with those…well, anyway, we should make her feel welcome."

Sam gave a small nod, his sharp senses on high alert as the crowd shifted and moved. Something changed in the air, he felt a strange tug in his chest and the wolf was restless, charged. Then, he saw her.

Charlie Swan's oldest daughter arrived on the last bus, moving with a quiet grace that drew immediate attention. Based on what Billy had shared, Charlie once had a brief fling with a Japanese woman during his wild youth, before Renee came into the picture. As Sam took in her delicate features, it was clear that her heritage was unmistakably evident. Despite her petite frame, she held herself with a remarkable poise that was nothing short of captivating.

Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders, and her simple outfit—a pale lavender sweater with a matching floral skirt—did nothing to diminish her striking presence. Her blue eyes scanned the area, filled with curiosity and warmth. There was something about her that felt… timeless.

And then it happened.

The world around Sam tilted. The noise of the terminal faded to a distant hum as his heart thundered in his chest. A magnetic pull gripped him, raw and unrelenting. It was as though the air itself had shifted, tethering him to her.

Sam's breath caught, his body stiffening as he took an instinctive step forward. The ties holding him down, like his mom and the pack, fell to the wayside as his world was consumed by her. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm until he broke skin and had the blood heal over and over again. The stories of imprinting—of how it was like gravity rearranging itself—had never prepared him for the sheer force of it. His entire being was drawn to this woman, as though she were the center of his universe.

Beside him, Billy noticed Sam's reaction immediately. He turned slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing. A knowing look crossed his face as he glanced between Sam and Kagome. "Easy, son." Billy murmured under his breath, barely audible but Sam heard it with his enhanced hearing.

He didn't respond. Sam was too focused on her and how she walked toward them with a smile, oblivious to the storm she had unleashed. She was wheeling her luggage behind her, a baby blue suitcase and a tattered, old yellow backpack that just seemed to match her meek appearance.

She approached with a polite incline of her head, a clear call to her heritage with a presence that carried an inexplicable calm that felt almost tangible. "Billy Black?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic.

Sam could detect the hint of an accent around certain syllables and he couldn't help the slight shiver that ran through him.

Billy returned the smile, leaning over the passenger door. "Kagome. It's good to finally see you again. Charlie's sorry he couldn't make it, got tied up at work. This here's Sam, one of the boys that helps out on the Rez."

"It's nice to meet you," Kagome said, inclining her head with a smile. She spoke very softly and seemed quite shy, it sent a jolt of awareness down his spine.

Sam hesitated for a fraction of a second before extending his hand. Kagome–so that was her name. Whatever it meant was probably beautiful and it could mean the gum under his shoe and he'd think the world of it.

Kagome appeared surprised before hesitantly slipping her dainty palm into his own. He got a whiff of her scent–vanilla and peonies with a hint of jasmine. It was intoxicating. Her hand was warm and soft in his, and the contact sent a jolt through him. She was so small and tiny, delicate even.

He nodded stiffly. "Welcome to Forks."

"Thank you," Kagome replied, her gaze lingering on him before averting her eyes.

Billy watched the exchange with quiet amusement that wasn't lost on Sam. He cleared his throat, breaking the moment. "C'mon, get your bags loaded. Charlie's excited to see you."

Sam couldn't keep his eyes off Kagome. He walked a step behind as she moved around the truck with his thoughts, a chaotic whirlwind. He knew what had happened—what she was to him now—but the intensity of it left him reeling. He glanced at Billy through the side view mirrors, who gave him another knowing look, his expression a mix of understanding and quiet humor.

"Don't overthink it, Sam," Billy murmured softly.

Sam shot him a sharp look but didn't respond. His sensitive hearing meant he could hear even the slightest whisper. Overthinking was unavoidable. How could he not, when everything he thought he knew had just been upended?

Sam stepped forward to take her suitcase, their hands bumping. "I'll get that," he said, his voice firm as her touch burned him from the inside out. It was like a zing of pleasure crawling all over his skin.

"Oh, thank you," Kagome replied, surprised by his sudden assertiveness. It sent a thrill straight to his–calm down, he chided himself.

Sam loaded the luggage into the back with practiced ease. He could already feel the need to provide and please her running through his veins, hyper aware of her presence as her scent filled his head. It was…strange, Sam didn't know how to process what he was feeling.

Instinctively, Sam opened her door and offered his hand to help her up. Every little touch sent his heart racing and blood pumping. If Billy noticed his overly friendly attitude then he'd get the hint to keep quiet but he noticed his knowing smile didn't let up.

During the drive to Forks, Billy filled the silence with stories about the small town and the upcoming wedding. He already seemed ten times better with Kagome around and it was clear she already seemed fond of him. Kagome listened, laughing occasionally and the sound seemed almost melodic that he couldn't keep the smile off his face as he drove.

God, was this what it was like to imprint? Everything she did gave him heart palpitations and made his dick jump. Even now, it took all his willpower to think of anything but her so his cock could calm the hell down. His hands gripped the wheel tightly. He stole glances at Kagome through the rearview mirror, his chest tight with the weight of what he felt. He had no idea how to explain it to her—or himself—but one thing was clear: Kagome had just become the center of his world, and nothing in his life would ever be the same.

There was something strange about Sam—something Kagome couldn't quite put into words. His presence was intense, his dark eyes holding an almost otherworldly depth. Beneath his calm exterior, she could sense an unyielding power, like a fire barely contained. When she shook his hand, the sheer temperature of his palm warmed her to her toes. It was like touching a warm furnace with how hot he ran. Putting aside his handsome looks, Sam appeared to be mid twenties at best, being well over six feet seven and all raw muscle. She had to crane her neck just to look at him properly.

And then, there was his aura.

Kagome had always been sensitive to such things, a lingering effect as a priestess. Most people's auras were faint, like whispers along the breeze. Sam's, however, was different. It was vivid, wild, and raw, with a shadow that clung to him—a shape that resembled a wolf, its lupine eyes glowing faintly in her mind's eye. It wasn't threatening, but it was undeniable, and it sent a shiver through her. She felt a strange, magnetic pull anytime she stared at Sam.

On the drive down, Kagome kept feeling eyes on her and caught Sam staring at her through the rearview mirror. She looked away swiftly, her face flaming but expression composed.

She couldn't help it, Sam was handsome. His shirt was fitted to his well-sculpted body and the way it stretched across his muscled chest made her all the more aware of his presence. Kagome was curious about what he was, the secret he kept as the shadow of his black wolf lingered around him.

The truck rumbled softly as it pulled up in front of the Swan residence. The house was modest and surrounded by towering evergreens, the porch light casting a warm glow on the driveway where Charlie's police cruiser sat. It was afternoon by now, but the overcast made the road seem darker than it should, casting grey shadows along the surrounding forest. Forks really was the wettest town in the nation. Kagome looked out the window, her stomach fluttering with nerves. It had been years since she'd seen Bella, and this town already felt so different from what she knew.

"Here we are," Billy announced, his tone cheerful as Sam parked the truck.

Kagome stepped out and shivered as a cold chill ran up her spine. There was a strange aura that lingered around the Swan Residence and her instincts told her to be wary. It felt cold and unrelenting, almost biting in its intensity. Kagome wouldn't say it was a demon but it was a close thing. She frowned, moving around to grab her bags from the truck bed.

Sam was at her side in an instant, surprising her by his chivalry as he lifted her suitcase from the back without a word.

"Thank you," she told Sam and the slight smile he gave her made him all the more handsome.

Kagome wasn't sure if it was the weather or that strange aura but she felt so cold after leaving the warmth of the truck. Sam's presence came with a constant heat and she couldn't help the sigh as she was warmed right down to her toes when she stepped near him just a smidge. Whatever he was, at least Sam was warm.

Billy wheeled up beside them, breaking the silence. "Charlie's probably inside. He's been excited to see you, but you know how he is—keeps himself busy with work."

Kagome smiled faintly. "That sounds like him."

The front door opened, and Charlie stepped down the stairs, his face breaking into a rare smile when he saw her. "Kagome! You made it."

"Dad!" Kagome's voice lit up with warmth, and she quickly walked over to greet him. He smelled faintly of beer and sweat, still dressed in his uniform. Their exchange was no less awkward, he pulled her into a brief embrace and patted her back.

Charlie glanced toward the truck and nodded at the two men. "Thanks for bringing her. I owe you both."

From her spot by the stairway, Kagome caught a glimpse of Sam lingering a few steps behind Billy. His expression was impossible to read, yet something in the tension of his posture hinted at a hidden struggle. She couldn't explain why, but it felt as though an invisible thread stretched between them, pulled taut whenever she shifted her attention away. Sam's jaw clenched, as though he fought against some unseen force to stay rooted in place.

Billy's gaze flicked to Sam, and Kagome noticed the older man's lips twitch in a subtle, knowing smile. Whatever was passing between them, it left Kagome feeling both curious and strangely unsettled.

"No problem, Chief," Billy said, his voice casual. "She's in good hands now."

Sam gave a brief nod, placing Kagome's suitcase near the stairs. "If you need anything, let us know," he said, his voice low and controlled.

Kagome turned to him, her expression soft. "Thank you, Sam. And you too, Billy. I appreciate it. Why don't you both stay over for dinner? Is that okay, Dad? I can whip something up for us."

Charlie smiled, seemingly grateful that she suggested the idea. "Fine with me, there's plenty of food in the house and lots of beer to go around. What d'ya say, old man? I got the Mariners game going on. And if you aren't too busy, Sam, you're free to join us."

Billy huffed but there was a grin on his face like he and Charlie did this often. "Who you calling old man ya old timer. Bump me up those steps and pass me a beer, we'll see who's old when my team whups yours." he glanced at Sam and inclined his head as Charlie laughed and wheeled him into the house.

"Are you going to join us, Sam? I promise I'm a decent cook." Kagome teased with a smile.

Sam lingered for a moment longer, his eyes meeting hers briefly before he shook his head. "Can't, got a thing to do after this." he said with regret.

Kagome didn't know why she felt sad at that admission but only smiled in understanding, turning to head inside with a quiet goodbye.

He caught her hand as she turned away, opening and closing his mouth like a gaping fish. The heat of his callous fingers sent goosebumps along her skin as he asked, "If it's alright with you, can I take a rain check?"

Kagome felt her face flame, was Sam asking her out? She'd only met him less than an hour ago and yet, there was something about him that intrigued her.

"It's not a date, just two people hanging out. Maybe for coffee? I could uh, show you around town." he suggested instead, and it seemed like he was grappling for a way to see her again.

Kagome felt a gentle, comforting warmth spread through her chest as she hovered on the edge of a decision. She worried she might be moving into this too quickly, and from the way he hesitated—hands tucked in his pockets, brow slightly furrowed—it was clear he was just as uncertain of his place. Finally, her resolve solidified, and she offered him a small, reassuring smile.

"Sure," she said, her voice softer than usual. "If it's just a casual look around town, I'd appreciate it. I honestly have no clue where anything is. Saturday okay with you?"

Relief touched Sam's expression, his shoulders relaxing imperceptibly. "That works for me. I can swing by around noon?"

"That's perfect," Kagome agreed. "Thank you again for dropping me off, and drive safely. I'll see you on Saturday."

She gave him a shy little wave before ascending the stairs. Only then did she notice the living room curtains shift—Chief Swan and Billy pulled back in an obvious attempt to hide that they'd been peeking outside. Kagome's cheeks burned at being caught in their line of sight, but she couldn't help a quiet laugh as she slipped inside.

Behind her, Sam returned to the truck with a faint, contented grin. Kagome lingered by the window for a moment, watching him climb into the driver's seat. She couldn't quite name the sudden, pleasant flutter low in her stomach, but she had a feeling that come Saturday, she just might find out.

The hours passed in the Swan Residence without much preamble. Before she knew it, the soft hum of conversation faded as the evening stretched into night. Dinner had been a warm affair, a rare gathering where everyone seemed at ease. Kagome had enjoyed reconnecting with her father, and Billy's stories about life in La Push had been both entertaining and comforting.

Despite Bella's clear absence in the Swan household, Kagome could see the little touches here and there. If she noticed the peculiar aura that lingered all around the property, well, perhaps there was more to Forks than Kagome initially thought. In any case, she now knew quite a bit more about the two older men before her than she cared to admit.

Now, the house was still, save for the gentle creak of the floorboards as Kagome moved toward the front door. Billy had mentioned that Embry, one of the boys on the Rez, would be arriving to pick him up, and she wanted to make sure she was awake to see him off.

The topic of Billy's son came up once or twice, but each time it came with a quiet, unspoken grief that he masked with a smile. She didn't remember who Jacob was, her memories of La Push were vague but Billy filled the space with childhood stories. He insisted she made mud pies with him and Bella when they were little.

It wasn't long before the roar of an engine broke the evening quiet, prompting Kagome to guess it was Embry's arrival. But the aura she sensed made her pause—familiar, yet distinct from Sam's.

"Sounds like my ride, mind wheeling me out, Chief?" Billy asked, and Charlie obliged.

The brisk air greeted her as she opened the door. The porch light glowed softly, illuminating the driveway where Billy and Charlie were saying their goodbyes as he bumped him down the steps. She stayed near the entryway, leaning slightly against the frame, her gaze drifting to the stars above.

As the rumble of the tuck idled, a hulking figure of a man stepped out, his tall frame silhouetted against the headlights. He appeared just as tall as Sam had been, well over six foot four with corded muscles, broad-shouldered and powerful, his presence almost reserved and careful as he moved toward Billy. Unlike Sam, who radiated authority, Embry held himself with a quiet air that she might liken to a gentle giant.

"Evening, son," Billy greeted as Embry approached.

"Hey, Embry. Good to see you, make sure you get this old man home safe. He had quite a bit to drink tonight." Charlie intoned with a laugh, Billy only chuckled in response.

"Hey, Billy, Chief Swan," Embry said, his voice warm as he addressed them, a tone of amusement as he spoke. "I'll get him home safe and sound, thanks for feeding him, all he's been having were tv dinners lately."

Billy smiled as he shook his head but glanced back toward the house. "Well, Kagome here makes a mean steak, might have to stop by more often now."

Kagome laughed, Billy had a way with words. She stepped down to greet Embry, moving into the faint glow of the porch light as her heart skipped a beat. She was infinitely aware of his presence, sensing the shadow of a wolf with grey fur and black spotting. We're all the boys on the Reservation hiding some sort of secret?

At first, he merely glanced her way. But then his gaze sharpened, zeroing in on her as though he was seeing someone—or something—he hadn't expected. It reminded her of what she'd felt with Sam, that same sudden jolt of… connection was the only way she could think to describe it. Something inexplicable tugged at her core, making her heart sutter against her ribs.

She kept her expression as composed as she could manage, offering a polite smile. Yet inwardly, she was reeling. This was the second time in so many hours that a guy in this town had looked at her like the air had been knocked right out of him. Did she really have that effect on people? It was disconcerting and oddly flattering all at once.

Embry opened his mouth to speak, but for a few long moments, nothing came out—just like Sam. Seriously? Are all the boys here going to stare at me like a deer in headlights? she thought, torn between amusement and worry. Despite the awkward silence, however, there was a curiosity in Embry's eyes that made her think he wanted to say something, but couldn't quite manage it.

Charlie only chuckled, glancing between the two which seemed to dispel whatever had transpired between them. "Cat got his tongue, I guess."

Kagome's chest tightened again, and she took a slow breath. She didn't understand what this pull was or why two near-strangers were suddenly reacting to her presence in such an intense way. It made her uncomfortable. All she knew was that Forks was proving far more intriguing—and confusing—than she had ever anticipated.

Maybe mama had been right, that all she needed was a change of scenery to quell the loneliness. Kagome supposed only time would tell.

Embry felt it hit him like a freight train. The world shifted, tilting on its axis as everything else fell away. The sound of the truck's engine, the crisp night air, even the soft glow of the porch light—all of it faded into the background.

His breath caught in his throat, heart thundering in his chest as a single word echoed in his mind: mine.

"Good evening," she said finally, her voice carrying in the stillness.

Embry couldn't move, couldn't speak. All thoughts and ties to his mom and his pack faded, slipping away. He was rooted to the spot, his entire world consumed by her presence. His wolf stirred beneath the surface, recognizing her as something more than just a stranger. He'd been warned about this before–imprinting. Nothing at all had prepared him for the all consuming need to be near her. It was supposed to be rare, the elders said. But yet, he knew without a doubt what this feeling was. Like gravity rearranging itself around him until all he could see was her.

When Sam asked him to go pick up Billy from Chief Swan's place, the last thing Embry expected was to imprint on his daughter–his other daughter, anyway. As it was, his Alpha had been strangely distant and distracted, taking all their patrols for the night. Maybe he needed to phase later and hope a leech came by so he had an excuse to chomp something to bits.

Billy cleared his throat, the sound breaking through the charged silence. "Embry," he said, frowning.

Embry blinked, snapping out of his trance. "Uh…hi," he managed, his voice rough.

"And the boy finally speaks, hallelujah." Charlie shook his head, a look of mirth upon his face.

Kagome smiled faintly, though her curiosity was evident. "You must be Embry. I've heard a lot about you, Billy said your Jake's friend?"

"Y-yeah," Embry stammered, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "And you're Kagome, Bella's older sister?"

She nodded, her expression softening. "That's me. Thanks for coming to pick up Billy."

Embry nodded dumbly, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He couldn't take his eyes off her—the way her dark hair framed her face, the gentle warmth in her eyes, the quiet strength she seemed to carry. He wanted to count the tiny freckles along her nose and felt his heart skip a beat at the slight dimple in one cheek as she smiled,

Billy watched him carefully, a worried look flickering across his face as Charlie cleared his throat. "We should get going," he said, his voice calm but firmer than before.

"Right," Embry said quickly, tearing his gaze away from Kagome. He had to break the trance or he'd spend all night staring at her.

Billy wheeled himself toward the truck, giving Kagome a small wave. "Goodnight, Kagome. Thanks for a lovely dinner."

"Goodnight, Billy," she said warmly. "Drive safe."

Embry lingered for a moment, his feet rooted to the ground. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. The pull toward her was overwhelming, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to follow Billy to the truck.

He went through the motions of helping Billy into the passenger side with practiced ease but his hands trembled slightly as he jumped into the driver's seat. Billy said nothing at first, but as they pulled out of the driveway, his voice cut through the silence.

"Embry," Billy said, his tone low and serious. "You alright there, son?"

Embry exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel. "Yeah, I–I'm just a little out of it is all."

Billy gave him a pointed look but said nothing. Did he know? As an elder, sometimes the man was too sharp for his own good. Embry couldn't say it out loud, he couldn't–wouldn't, because he felt both happy and sad at the implications of what he'd just done.

He imprinted, and effectively took away whatever choice Kagome had in leaving this damn place. It was already hard enough having to constantly lie to his mom over the years, Embry had been content in making her believe he was a no good son in order to protect her. Would he have to do the same with Kagome? By rights, he could tell her everything but Embry felt absolutely destroyed by the knowledge that Kagome was now bound to the same fate as him.

Embry frowned, his grip unrelenting as his jaw clenched. He had to ease up when he felt the wheel bend under the pressure of his strength. Sam wouldn't be happy about that but he was having difficulty focusing. His wolf roared at him to turn around and go back to her–to Kagome.

Billy sighed from beside him and Embry glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know what's going on, but I know something happened back there."

Embry's frustration boiled over, his wolf stirring restlessly. "What are you talking about? I'm fine."

Billy nodded knowingly. "You imprinted, son. I'm old, but I ain't no fool. But there's more to this and you need to talk to Sam as this involves him too."

The truck swerved slightly as Embry's attention faltered. Why would this involve Sam? Unless…his hands trembled on the wheel and Billy's hand shot out to steady himself.

"Embry!" Billy barked.

He cursed under his breath and quickly corrected the truck's path, pulling it back onto the road. His breathing was heavy as he forced himself to focus.

"Sorry," he muttered, his voice strained. He felt out of his mind, Embry never lost control of himself like this; he felt like a man starved of water in a dried up spring.

Billy's gaze softened slightly, but his worry remained. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you've got to calm down first. This isn't something you can ignore, but you need to keep your head clear. For her sake and yours."

Embry nodded stiffly, his thoughts still spinning. Billy had always been the pseudo-father he never had growing up so when Jake went awol, he stepped up because the man had practically helped raise him too.

It didn't mean he always liked what Billy had to say. But the ache in his chest remained, the pull toward Kagome relentless. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus on the road ahead.

Billy sighed, his voice quieter now. "Just talk to Sam, consult the tribe's legends and it will guide you to make sense of this."

Embry said nothing, his mind still consumed by Kagome. The thought of her, the way she'd looked at him, the connection he couldn't explain—it was overwhelming.

But he knew Billy was right. He needed answers. And he had a feeling this was only the beginning.