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rax-writes · 3 years

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Inevitable 》 Part Two

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Embry Call x Reader x Paul Lahote

Warnings: Smut (p in v sex), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, cuckolding, choking, hair pulling, praise kink, some degradation, breeding kink if you squint. 18+ ONLY.

Notes: When I mentioned previously that the idea for this fic had popped into my head... this chapter was really what I was talking about. 》 If y’all have any requests regarding this relationship dynamic, send ‘em my way! Any situations / conversations / events you’d like me to write about for them, I’d love to have the suggestions, because I definitely love this relationship. 》 Part One

Paul had literally leapt with joy when you asked him out, after spending a week mulling it over and working yourself up to it. His face had lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning, and he'd said "yes" as enthusiastically as someone being offered a million dollars. You explained Embry’s ground rules and he readily agreed to them, and the two talked it out further later while on patrol together.

Paul spent several days planning the perfect date, and by that Saturday, he took you to a game of lazer tag – since the two of you played video games together, he'd explained – before having dinner at a nice restaurant in Port Angeles, talking for hours at the candle-lit table as the rain poured outside. He definitely had some anger issues, and he gave off "high school football jock" vibes, but he was surprisingly funny, and held some pretty deep conversations with you about his goals, fears, and dreams. In hindsight, you'd fallen in love with him before you even left the restaurant – which wasn't until the waitress had to ask you to leave, because you'd accidentally stayed past closing time.

That was what led you to the present day – months later, happily dating both Embry and Paul. And, naturally, just when you began to feel like you'd acclimated, more chaos transpired.

Apparently, some redheaded vampire with a nasty grudge against Edward was planning an attack with an army of new vampires at her disposal. Truthfully, you were still pissed at Edward for leaving your older sister in a horribly depressed and suicidal slump for months, so you didn't really give a shit that he was in danger. He obviously knew this, being that he could read your mind, and you didn’t bother trying to hide your disdainful thoughts toward him. However, he explained that this vampire would likely be targeting Bella – an eye for an eye – and then you were fully on board with killing the bitch. You just wished it didn’t have to involve the pack, thereby putting Embry and Paul in danger.

You also wished it didn’t mean that Edward was in your house practically 24/7 as of late.

One night in particular, you were… well, sexually frustrated was the only way to describe it. Normally, you would have just utilized Embry’s or Paul’s services, but when you’d texted both of them earlier that evening, they’d both said they were busy – as they had often been over the past couple of weeks, as the pack and the Cullens prepared to fight the vampire army. So, when you got home, you found that your dad was gone, having left a note that he was working a night shift at the police station, before checking in with Bella, only to find that Edward was there with her, sufficiently dampening your mood for numerous reasons. You went into your room and tried reading a book, watching a show – anything to stave off the ache between your thighs that left you fidgeting – but nothing worked. Eventually, you resolved to just go to Bella’s room and ask Edward when he was planning on leaving for the night, before you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door.

The pale, bronze-haired bastard in question stood there when you swung the door open – looking surprisingly awkward, considering the fact that he was a powerful mythological creature.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving, and won’t be back at any point tonight. My family and I are going hunting. So, if you need anything or feel you and Bella may be in danger, you could call someone from the pack – or anyone from my family, and we’ll get here quickly.”

“I get the impression that you don’t go hunting with bows or rifles,” you quipped dryly. It wasn’t an attempt to amuse him in any way; you just used humor as a coping mechanism, and the thought of him ripping into Bambi’s jugular was disturbing.

“You would be correct,” Edward replied with an awkward smile.

“Well, you’ve never notified me when you’re leaving before, so I know it’s because you’re aware I’ve been waiting for you to leave, because you’ve been in my head – which is extremely uncomfortable, so do me a favor and try to stay away from my brain.”

“I wasn’t in your head,” Edward said quickly – too quickly.

“Anyone ever told you that you’re a shit liar?”

Edward bristled slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets before admitting, “Yes.... Just now.”

“Happy to be of service. Now, stay out of my head.”

“I’ll do my best,” Edward promised, then turned to leave as he politely bade you a good night and descended the staircase.

Once you heard the front door open and close behind him, you retreated into your bedroom, locked the door, and turned on your stereo to play a playlist you had compiled specifically for the simple fact that you occasionally needed some special alone time, but you shared a wall with your sister. All of the songs were fairly loud, but all were good; you ensured that there weren’t any that would throw off your groove. After that, you turned on your bedside lamp, kicked off the ceiling light, retrieved your favorite toy from the bottom of your dresser drawer, disrobed from the waist down, laid atop your bed, and set to work.

The mental images were both a blessing and a curse.

Embry was always very sweet and gentle with you, and Paul was the opposite. Thoughts flooded your mind of each of them being the inverse of their usual selves: Embry choking you and pulling your hair as he mercilessly hit it from behind, and Paul kissing you deeply as he fucked you slowly in missionary. The mental images were beautifully detailed, and each thought that crossed your mind sent you reeling – but never quite toppling over the edge. It didn’t take long for you to get close to climaxing numerous times, but each time, it was like you hit a wall. And you knew why.

Mental images of them were good, but nowhere near as good as the real thing.

You were on the verge of giving up entirely when you heard something hit your window. You stopped for a moment, wondering if it was just the wind, then you heard it again: a rock hitting your window. Scrambling, you tossed the toy back in your drawer, slammed it shut, and threw on your underwear and shorts again, before going over to the window, throwing it open, and looking down – only to find both objects of the aforementioned mental images staring up at you with shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Need some help, baby?” Paul inquired, amusement and cockiness lacing his tone.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you attempted to argue, but it didn’t come out anywhere near as self-assured as you’d hoped.

“Right,” Embry replied disbelievingly, smiling. “Well, mind if we come up anyway?”

“I mean, uh, sure, if you want,” you stammered, stepping back from the window to allow them to scale the tree between yours and Bella’s windows and jump inside. Embry was first, but Paul was hot on his trail, closing the window behind him after he entered. Both of them still wore those bemused smirks, and as they both stood directly in front of you, clad only in basketball shorts that hung low on their hips, you were reminded of how just how tall and muscular they were – which was not an unwelcome thought, but it only flustered you more.

A very poignant silence fell, but you could tell from their demeanor that you were the only one uneasy with it. They certainly acted as though they’d heard your self-service, and you had no idea how long they’d been out there listening. Logically, you had no idea why that embarrassed you, because you’d slept with them both already before, but the logic did little to outweigh the embarrassment.

Ever the more headstrong, Paul was the first to break the silence.

“So, did you know it was the two of us on guard duty tonight and you’re just that much of a tease, or were you just adorably clueless to your audience?”

Your eyes widened at the confirmation of your fears. They had heard you – in fact, they had probably heard the whole thing. But what did they mean by “guard duty”?

“I thought you were both on patrol tonight? And what do you mean by ‘guard duty’?”

Paul’s brows furrowed in confusion and he frowned as he turned to Embry. “You didn’t tell her?”

Embry sighed and explained, “I was going to, but I was worried that it would freak her out and make her really uncomfortable, so I thought it was best to just not mention it.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?”

“Sorry babe, I thought you already knew, but your house is being guarded at all times if any of you Swans are home – either by the Cullens or by the pack. An unidentified leech came to your house once already, so we and the Cullens agreed that we’re not taking any chances. If you, Bella, or Charlie are home, then at least one of us or one of the Cullens are monitoring the house. A few of the rest of us patrol the entire area regularly, but someone is always stationed here if anyone is home. We just stay in the woods so Charlie or passersby don’t notice,” Paul explained.

“And you just weren’t going to tell me?” you questioned Embry, slightly aggravated. You were glad that you, your dad, and your sister were protected, but you deserved to have known that you were under surveillance. “Fuck’s sake, what if some of the Cullens had been outside and heard me just now, instead of you two?”

“Take it easy, princess, he was just trying to help,” Paul protested, hands up in surrender as he stepped between you and Embry slightly.

Despite Paul’s competitive and aggressive nature, the two of them had done quite well at avoiding any conflict. The pack telepathy had helped a lot, because they often discussed things that way. They couldn’t hide their thoughts from one another if they were in their wolf forms, so if something was bothering them, it always came to light, and they were always quick to resolve it. Honestly, you had anticipated way more squabbling, but they both took the preservation of the strange relationship dynamic very seriously, and neither wanted to upset you at all, so they had done exceptionally well. Seeing Paul stand up for Embry like this only proved that, and it warmed your heart enough to quell your agitation.

“Okay, fine. Just keep me in the loop more from now on, okay? It sucks enough already that I can’t be of any help when you guys have to fight the newborn army, so I’d at least like to know about other stuff going on,” you acceded, and they both nodded.

“We will, don’t worry,” Embry assured you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“It’s okay, I understand why you didn’t,” you acknowledged.

“Yeah, yeah, back to the matter at hand,” Paul interjected, crossing his arms and leaning back on your dresser, staring at you with that same shit-eating grin as before, and you felt your face heat up. “We enjoyed hearing the little show you put on, but we were hoping to get front row seats.”

“Sounded like you were having some technical difficulties before arriving at the main event,” Embry said, going along with Paul’s shtick, grinning again as well.

“Yeah, so we decided to come up and see if we could help resolve any of those technical difficulties,” Paul added. “Only if you’d like us to, of course.”

Although you began to awkwardly shift your weight from one foot to the other, you replied, “I wouldn’t exactly mind a little assistance.”

“Good,” they said smugly in unison.

Dropping the shtick, Paul said, “Well, we know what you sound like when you get off, and that wasn’t it. So, what happened?”

“I don’t know, I… I had a lot of really great mental images going, but it just… wasn’t good enough. Nothing was good enough.”

“In comparison to what?” Embry prompted.

“In comparison to both of you,” you admitted, feeling your face and ears burn at the admission – and because Paul whistled lowly, grinning even wider now.

“Well, personally I’d like to know more about the mental images,” Embry noted in a slightly teasing tone, and Paul nodded in agreement.

“Me too. Come on, baby, why don’t you tell us what you were thinking of while you touched yourself?”

The tone of Paul’s voice and his choice of words sent an involuntary chill down your spine – which they both definitely noticed. Christ, he was always so good at talking dirty to you and making you putty in his hands. You had half a mind to be a little embarrassed about getting turned on by someone else directly in front of Embry, but the way his eyes darkened a little and his grin faded to a smirk as he watched you squirm seemed to indicate that he didn't mind.

“Both of you.”

“Be specific, kitten.”

With a slow exhale, you began subconsciously wringing your hands together as you explained, “I was thinking about both of you, separately, but… differently than either of you normally are.” The stern look in Paul’s eyes and the slight inclination of his head was his wordless way of urging you to keep talking, so you complied, although looking at the ground, unable to meet your eyes when you spoke the next sentence. “I was thinking about Paul being really sweet and slow, because he’s normally very rough and fast. The mental image I kept getting was me on top, with a lot of kissing and praising. And I was imagining Embry being extremely rough with me, because he’s normally very sweet. Choking me and pulling my hair, and fucking me so hard the headboard dents the wall.”

A small, involuntary groan escaped Embry’s throat as soon as you spoke and then his jaw went slack, as he wasn’t used to hearing you speak like that. Paul often coaxed you into being verbally explicit, plus the two of you would sext occasionally, so he just kept looking at you with that intrigued, confident, lustful smirk.

“I think we can probably manage that,” Paul stated, then turned to Embry. “What do you think?”

“I am – I – yes,” Embry choked out, still flustered by your words, then cleared his throat. “Yeah, we can manage that.”

You looked up at them then, confused. “Wait, how is this going to work?”

“Well, since we’re both doing the opposite of what we’re used to, I say we take turns while the other watches and chimes in with pointers if necessary,” Paul suggested with a shrug, before turning to Embry. “Call it a training session.”

“I’m good with that,” Embry said with a shrug of his own.

“It’s not going to piss either of you off to see me with the other?” you questioned hesitantly.

“I won’t even notice Paul while getting to watch you,” Embry said with a light laugh. “You’re gorgeous enough from my usual point of view when we’re having sex, never mind getting to see every inch of you from a better vantage point.”

“Ditto,” Paul agreed. “It’s like watching porn. I don’t pay attention to the guy at all, I just focus on the girl. And getting to watch you is a thousand times better than any pornstar chick.”

You smiled, then said, “Okay, good.” There was a moment’s silence, and then, the full realization of what was about to transpire hit you like a train. You immediately turned on your heels and practically kicked in the door of Bella’s room, and she nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped the book she’d been reading.

“What’s going on?” she snapped, holding a hand to her chest and breathing heavily.

“Nothing bad. I just need you to put your headphones on for, like, an hour,” you said, then began rummaging around on her desk for the noise canceling headphones you’d gotten her when she moved in. In the middle of your searching, you paused and added, “Well, maybe two.”

“Two hours? What are you doing?”

“It’s not a matter of what, it’s a matter of who. And it’s actually two who’s.”

Despite being the older sibling, Bella was significantly more sheltered in the sex department than you were, so it took her a second to catch your drift. It was quite clear when she did, because her eyes got wide and her eyebrows practically disappeared into her hairline. However, all she did was sigh and say, “Jeez. Well, use protection. And tell me when I can take the headphones off! I’m probably going to run out of stuff to listen to after two hours….”

You finally located the bulky headphones and tossed them to her before saying, “Thanks!” and heading back to your room, slamming her door shut, then your own. As you leaned back on the door and stared expectantly at your boyfriends, you noticed that Paul was now sitting languidly in the armchair that faced the foot of your bed, and Embry pushed off of the dresser he’d been leaning back against to walk towards you.

“You alright with me going first, honey?” Embry inquired, and you nodded, swallowing thickly.

“How’d you two manage to come to an agreement on that already?”

“We played rock, paper, scissors while you were out,” Paul admitted, and you snorted.

“And you’re both completely okay with this?”

“A hundred and ten percent, kitten.”

You were about to make some smart-ass comment, but you caught a glimpse of Embry out of the corner of your eye and your mind went blank. The look in his eyes was almost… predatory. It surprised you, in an extremely good way. He then stopped when he stood directly in front of you and gently caressed your cheek, ensuring that your attention was fully on him before he spoke.

“I’m not used to being rough with you, but Paul said you’re significantly less breakable than I think you are, so he advised me to just go at it. And I will, if that’s what you want, but you have to promise to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“That is definitely what I want, and I promise that I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you replied quickly, and Embry smiled slightly – but there was a subtle bit of mischief in it.

"Now, ask her a question and see how she responds. Trust me, you'll like it," Paul suggested, then smirked and smugly added, "I've trained her well."

Embry raised an eyebrow at him before returning his attention to you. He wasn't used to dirty talking, but he'd seen enough of it in porn to get the gist of it, so after a moment of thought, he grabbed you harshly by the jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he asked, "You gonna be good for me, sweetheart?"

"Yes, sir."

Embry groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder at the sweet, obedient tone in your voice. "Jesus, I've been missing out."

"That's why you've gotta stop being such a fuckin' gentleman. She can take it," Paul assured him.

Embry then looked at you again, his hand gliding down from your jaw to your throat. His fingers danced lightly along the soft skin of your neck, looking at you with a sense of curiosity, before a smirk graced his lips.

"Good," he said, then in the blink of an eye, he wrapped his hand around your throat and used that to slam you back against the door behind you, before crashing his lips against yours and kissing you hungrily. The suddenness of it, as well as the fact that Embry was never rough with you like that, forced a small gasp to escape you, but it came across as more of a moan, which only caused Embry to kiss you harder, his fingers gently squeezing the sides of your throat.

Every bit of breath in your lungs escaped you in a wanton sigh, and you immediately clutched his sides. Embry kissed you deeply, passionately, and feverishly, and it genuinely felt like your head was spinning. He had kissed you a thousand times before, but there was aggression and lack of restraint in this kiss that was very new, and it turned you on instantaneously. The way the hand around your throat tightened slightly caused a moan to fall from your lips, and it only spurred him on more. It didn’t take long for his hand to leave your throat, joining the other as they began to roam across your figure before yanking your shirt off over your head, only stopping the kiss long enough to do just that before his lips were on yours again. The shirt was quickly discarded somewhere on the floor, and your bra joined it shortly after.

Embry began trailing heated, messy kisses down your jawline, neck, and chest, before his warm mouth wrapped around your breast and your head fell back against the door behind you, sighing contently. As he nipped and sucked at the hardened bud between his lips, he pushed your shorts down your hips until they dropped to the floor and you were able to step out of them. Naturally, you expected him to then pull your panties down as well, but instead, he grabbed them at the hem with both hands and literally tore them off. You let out a surprised gasp, which he ignored by kissing you quickly once again and moving to lay on the bed, his head at the foot of it, then grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you over to the edge of the bed beside him.

“Sit on my face.”

“Really?” you asked, with more of an eager kind of surprise in your tone, rather than oppositional surprise – but Embry didn’t care. He was fully determined to be dominant and rough with you tonight.

“Did I stutter? Sit on my face. Now.”

Just like many other things thus far, the authoritative tone in his voice was completely new – but Jesus fucking Christ did you love it. You obeyed him readily, and only when you were kneeling above him did you realize that he had undoubtedly done this intentionally, considering the fact that you were now facing Paul. After all, the reason for this entire evening was that they both wanted to enjoy watching you.

You had just locked eyes with Paul when Embry began devouring you, and the sensation forced your eyes to flutter closed, leaving you with an image in your mind of the glimpse you caught of Paul’s ardent stare. The feeling of Embry’s tongue working magic on your clit was dizzying, and it was several moments later when you finally managed to look at Paul again. He looked ready to rip the arms off the chair he was in from how tightly he was gripping them, his knuckles white as he locked eyes with you again. The intensity in his eyes was enough to draw another moan from you, and he bit his lip as his eyes traveled downward, admiring the way your breasts heaved as you breathed heavily, before he looked into your eyes again.

“Spank her.”

The impact came before your mind had registered Paul’s instruction, having been too entranced by Paul’s gaze and Embry’s ministrations. The slap of Embry’s hand against your ass forced a moan out of you, the loudest yet, and Embry ate you out all the more ferociously upon hearing it, his hands now kneading the soft skin of your ass as he spread you apart to alternate between fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit. Mere seconds later, eager to hear that noise from you again, Embry spanked you again and you cried out, grasping the footboard to hold yourself upright with one hand, the other delving into his hair and grabbing a fistful of the shaggy brunette locks.

By this time, you were steadily coming undone, and both men could sense it by the way you were subconsciously rocking your hips, fucking Embry’s face as he continued to eat you out. He began focusing on your clit, tracing circles over it with his tongue and sucking harshly on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you met your release quickly once his intensity increased.

“Fuck, I’m gonna – I’m – fuck.”

“That’s it, princess. Be a good little whore and cum,” Paul urged, then commanded in a stern, gravely tone, “Look at me.”

You did as he bade you, and the zealous, fiery look in his eyes sent you over the edge. You cried out and likely nearly ripped Embry’s hair from his scalp as you came, but he only moaned in response, the vibrations of it sending shocks through your entire system and forcing you to shudder. When the fog cleared from your mind enough to move, you moved off of Embry and kneeled next to him, holding yourself upright with a hand on the bedpost as you struggled to catch your breath. He was quick to sit up, licking his lips to clean them of your essence, then stood to grab a condom from your bedside table and kick off his boxers and shorts. After rolling the condom on, Embry rejoined you on the bed, grabbing you roughly by the hips to pull your rear close to him and pushing your top half down onto the mattress by your shoulders – again, still ensuring that you were looking at Paul. Without warning, he entered you, and as always, you meweled at the sensation of his impressive length filling you up. Unlike usual, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust to him; Embry immediately set an extremely hard, unforgiving pace. His grip on your hips was harsh, and you knew you’d have bruises there the next morning – but you absolutely loved it.

Eventually, Embry grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you upwards, still mercilessly fucking you from behind, all while leaving open-mouthed kisses and bite marks along your neck and shoulder. The new angle also allowed him to hit that sweet spot deep inside of you, and the feeling of him hitting that spot over and over again had you moaning so loud that you were practically screaming. You half worried that the neighbors would hear you – but you couldn’t have cared less at that moment.

A mixture of moans and curses fell from your lips like an incoherent mantra. Eventually Embry’s hand moved from your hair to your throat, squeezing gently and drawing more moans from you, before traveling lower, groping your breasts briefly before settling on your clit, his other hand still gripping your hip for leverage. The absolutely delicious sound of Embry moaning in your ear, the feeling of his fingers working your clit, and knowing that Paul was hungrily watching every second of it – all of that sent you over the edge again. You came hard, trembling all over as you cried out, and the sensation of your walls squeezing and quivering around him had Embry following suit immediately after, spilling into the condom with a long, deep groan that you hoped you'd never forget.

When Embry pulled out, he flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he tried to catch his breath. You laid down beside him, and you were still recovering by the time he kissed your forehead and hesitantly asked, "Was that okay? Did I hurt you?"

"That was more than okay, and no, I'm fine," you replied with a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too," Embry replied, returning the smile before kissing you on the forehead, standing, grabbing his boxers and shorts, and heading to the bathroom down the hall.

You were in a trance, not quite back down to Earth from the high of the mind-numbing orgasm, when you felt the bed dip down beside you and gentle kisses along your jaw and neck. Paul wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, his ever-present body heat a wonderful contrast to the cold of your room that had begun to set in now that Embry had stepped away. Paul’s large, warm hands laid flat against your back, and the warm, comforting feeling of your bare chest against his was enough to draw a small sigh from you. His lips eventually met yours with an uncharacteristic gentleness, and the softness of his touches kept you floating on that cloud nine you’d been on. You were so lost in that unyielding haze of pleasure that you didn’t even notice Embry slip back into the room, quietly closing and locking the door behind him, before taking Paul’s previous seat in the armchair facing the bed.

After kissing you slowly and sensually for several minutes, Paul shifted so he was sitting in the middle of the bed, then gently moved you to sit between his open legs, your back resting against his warm, muscular chest.

“Fair’s fair,” Paul muttered, and you knew exactly what he meant: Embry had been equitable enough to fuck you in ways that ensured you were facing Paul, so now he was going to return the favor. Kissing along your jawline, Paul stopped to whisper in your ear. “Can I touch you, beautiful?”

You nodded wordlessly – which typically would have prompted Paul to command you to “use your words,” but he reminded himself that he was supposed to be very gentle with you tonight. So, his hands caressed your knees and the tops of your thighs before slowly pulling your legs apart, and you immediately heard a low growl-like sound from across the room.

“Is she wet?” Paul asked, tracing abstract patterns on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

“Dripping,” Embry replied with a hint of strain in his voice.

Paul hummed in approval, then kissed your temple, murmuring, “Good girl.” With that, he began circling your clit with expert fingers, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, brows furrowed together and mouth hanging open. He toyed with your clit for a few moments before using his other hand to dip his index and middle fingers into your core. Paul fingered you gently for a couple minutes, but when you began squirming, he knew you needed more, so he picked up the pace and began curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you. That was when the moans began tumbling from your lips, and you could feel Paul smirk against the skin of your neck as he peppered your sensitive flesh with kisses.

Already fairly sensitive from the previous two orgasms, you met your third relatively quickly, fingertips digging into Paul’s thighs as you cried out, head still thrown back against his shoulder. Meanwhile, he was fighting for his life against the urge to bite down on your neck and mark you up, but he somehow managed to resist the urge – partly because he knew you hated having to worry about covering them up, but mostly because, again, he was committed to the challenge of being soft with you this time.

You didn’t even have time to regain your footing before Paul was moved back slightly to kick off his shorts and boxers. He reached for the bedside drawer, but hesitated for a split second – long enough for Embry to notice.

“Nope. Uh-uh. I know what you’re thinking, but no,” Embry said immediately. “Trust me, I want to know what she really feels like too, but you heard the legends about her ancestors. I’m pretty sure if we fuckin’ sneeze on her, she’ll get knocked up.”

That shit-eating grin reappeared on Paul’s face as he glanced at you, then back at Embry. “Would that really be such a bad thing?”

“Paul, your breeding kink is showing. Shut up and grab a condom.”

Embry snorted at your remark, and Paul just rolled his eyes at you, then snatched a condom from the drawer. The sight of him rolling the condom down over his thick, leaking cock was enough to silence you and refocus you, and he then returned to you on the bed, smiling slightly after noticing the way you’d been watching him. Paul laid flat on his back, his head at the foot of the bed, and he grabbed your hips to wordlessly instruct you to move to the position he wanted you in. His touch was gentle, yet still with a hint of dominance, barely contained below the surface. He moved you to straddle his hips – once again ensuring that you were facing Embry. He gently reached up to caress your cheek, looking at you with pure adoration for a moment before his free hand grasped his length and situated it at your entrance. Without hesitation, you lowered your hips, taking him in slowly.

"Fuck," Paul breathed out, "God, you always take my cock so well, baby girl."

Paul usually focused so heavily on degradation that hearing such sweet praises from his gruff voice forced a moan from your lips and your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him stretching you. His grip on your hips tightened even further as you began to rock your hips, taking him fully again and again. His grunts and your breathy moans filled the air, and you heard the now-familiar sound of two impossibly strong hands nearly ripping apart the armchair. You spared a glance at Embry – and was immediately trapped there. His eyes bore into your very soul, intense and full of longing and desire. His bottom lip was tugged between his teeth and he had a death grip on each arm of the chair.

When you began rolling your hips, thrusting in a more fluid gyration of movement, the praise from Paul increased in frequency, intermingled with groans and growls of pleasure from the wolf between your thighs.

"You look so pretty riding me, princess."

"I love watching my cock disappear into that perfect pussy."

"You're so fucking good to me, aren't you, baby girl? Ugh – so fucking good."

"You feel so incredible, babe. Every single time. Like fucking heaven."

"Goddamn, she's beautiful, isn't she, Embry?"

"She most certainly is," Embry chimed in. "She’s fucking perfect."

"She is," Paul agreed, reveling in the way you vigorously fucked yourself on his cock, mewling at the feeling of him and the sound of his and Embry’s praise. Paul's head fell back against the mattress, eyes closed and mouth agape. When he let out a low groan, rumbling deep within his chest, at the feeling of you constricting your lower muscles around him, you immediately decided you wanted to hear it again, so you repeated the action. However, that was the last straw for Paul. You already felt like heaven without even trying, and he'd spent too damn long watching you get railed by Embry, your perfect tits bouncing each time you were impaled, moaning and beautifully fucked out – there was no way he could hold back for a second more. So, he planted his feet on the bed, gripped your hips harshly, and began thrusting up into you, meeting the rhythm you'd already set and sending you spiraling.

You were a goddamn mess, moaning and cursing, trying and failing to meet his thrusts to maintain some shred of control, before ultimately giving in and letting Paul fuck you senseless from beneath you. His face contorted into that snarl you loved so dearly, a mix of concentration and determination, teeth bared slightly and lip curled, brows furrowed as he watched his cock disappear into you over and over.

Paul could tell you were getting close, from the increased pitch and increased frequency of your moans, and the way you had to support yourself by planting your hands on his chest. He released his grip on one of your hips to begin rubbing your clit, the ungodly amount of wetness there enabling him to rub you in fast, small circles that had you practically screaming – and he loved it.

"Go ahead, beautiful – cum on my cock. Come on, baby, I want to see you come undone."

The gravely, rough sound of Paul’s voice practically made you dizzy, so you forced yourself to open your eyes and look around the room to ground yourself – only to lock eyes with Embry, who was stroking himself through his boxers, seemingly fighting the urge to fuck his fist while watching you. The way his sweet face looked almost pained, brows furrowed together and jaw slack – all because he was watching you – truly did it for you. You came harder than you ever had before, nails raking across Paul's chest, head thrown back, toes curled, entire body shaking.

The sight of you so destroyed sent Paul past the point of no return. He threw the steady pace you'd set out the window, fucking you hard, fast, and ruthlessly as soon as your orgasm began, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making him positively feral. Just as you began to come down from your high, he met his, spilling his seed into the condom with a roar and a vice-like grip on your upper thighs.

Drained and weak, you dropped forward, supported by your hands on either side of Paul’s face, as you both panted. Paul leaned up to kiss you, before gently lifting you up and off of him, onto the bed beside him. The absence of him between your legs made you whine, which earned a low chuckle from him. He kissed your forehead before stating, "I love you. So much."

"I love you too," you replied instantly, and Paul smiled warmly, which you mirrored. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before grabbing his clothes and heading to the restroom.

Your eyes remained closed, reveling in the tranquility coursing through your veins – until you heard a strange rummaging noise from the corner of your room, and looked up to see Embry holding the black silk tie from the waist of the robe in your closet. You watched silently, wondering what he was up to as he tied it in such a way that it resembled handcuffs, tightening whenever he pulled one end of it. He then walked over to you and in the blink of an eye, he pulled both of your arms upwards, looped the ribbon through the footboard and tightened it around your wrists.

"What are you doing?" you questioned, genuinely confused. He'd already had his turn, yet he seemed as though he was setting you up for another round. But when he met your eyes, they still had that dark, desperate look to them, and you felt heat rush to your core all over again.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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Checkmate (Part I)

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Request: "hey! i wanna request a paul imagine, maybe something about him leaving the reader in order to protect her from something happening in the area. rather than keeping her safe, it made them a target to the vampires (maybe Riley and victoria) and they attempt to change the reader in front of the pack and the Cullens to weaken them during the battle. thank you!" -Anon TW: Injuries (for now, I'll update it as part 2 comes out :)! ) A/N: I really actually liked writing this and it did take a bit out of me to think of a perfect scenario but this is what I thought would fit best! Please enjoy everyone :) feel free to comment too because I love interacting w ygs 😭

Paul Lahote x GN!reader

NOTE!: The prompt list that I had posted will be ending this Sunday so please send in your last votes and I will be adding the most popular to my list. However it doesn't mean I won't be posting other prompts too as I really do love a lot of them, the most popular will just have the priority first and followed swift by the second most popular, etc.

112 days, 16 months, 4 months. It's been 112 days since I've seen Paul.

His face no longer graces the halls. His stupid laughter doesn't reach my ears anymore, I don't see his stupid smirk whenever I blush anymore. It's frustrating just to see him go like that. Did I mean nothing to him? Was our friendship just a joke to him?

Thoughts raced in my mind as the road blurred. I huffed out a breath to see the window fog up before I saw the school entered my peripheral. I swung my backpack over my shoulder before whispering out a small goodbye to my mom. Walking to the school, the gloomy sky and wet pavement seemed to reflect my mood pretty well. Upon entering, I walked with my head down, speeding to history class. I dared not to spare another look at the halls that Paul and I used to walk through. Tears pricking my eyes at the mere thought before blinking them away. I needed to be strong, reminding myself.

The ringing bell prompted the arrival of my dull teacher.

Expecting a boring monologue from him again, I laid my head down trying to salvage what little sleep I could get.

"Hello class, before we go on with our scheduled program, we actually have someone new today!"

Intrigued, I lifted my head.

"Hi, I'm Riley and I just transferred here from a school a couple cities away, I hope that you all can treat me well." A pale rather young boy with chocolate hair, similar to that of Paul's, stood in front of the class smiling and waving.

He strode over to an empty table right next to me, ignoring the intense stare of the girls in the class. He smiled at me and waved, maybe this was a chance for a new friend. Maybe he was the remedy I needed for Paul.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," I said curtly before turning my attention back to the front.

"What's your name?" His chin resting on one arm while staring me down ignoring the droning voice of the teacher.

"U-uh-uhm my name is Y/N," stuttering due to the sudden question that popped on me.

The more I stared at his eyes, I noticed that those brown eyes looked, lifeless.

"Let's hang out today, that is if you're not busy?" Questioning me as he leaned closer promptly causing me to lean away more, I leaned away to make room.

Hesitation swarmed my mind, I was torn between getting fresh air for the first time in a while OR coming back to the comfort of my tear-stained sheets. Looking back at it, I should've just gone home.

"Sure, I'll be free for the most part. Just gotta be home before 8pm y'know, curfew." Chuckling nervously as I fiddled with my pen.

"Yeah no problem, we won't even be out for that long." He beamed before giving me an odd stare and turning his attention back to the board.

School passed by seamlessly, as I walked out of the school I saw Riley waiting by the stairs, right where Paul would wait for me.

"May I have the honor of taking this lovely person out somewhere?" He said jokingly as he took my hand with an equally charming smile plastered on.

"Why yes, you can Mr. Pillsbury," poking fun at his unnaturally pale skin. Finding it funny myself, I let out a giggle only to be met with a dead stare from him before he seemed to snap out of it. Weird.

I hopped in his car before being driven off to Port Angeles for a much-needed night.

We explored all that Port Angeles had to offer, movies, dinner, a small photo booth, and even a dress shop. The night sky filled with our laughter and stupid stories as we ran down the street.

For once in my life, I felt alive again. I felt like myself, not a husk anymore.

Driving home with the window down, the cool breeze whipped in my face prompting me to close my eyes for a moment. Opening my eyes again, red eyes seemed to stare back at mine decorated by pale red hair in the dashboard mirror. Reeling back from shock, the seatbelt tugged on me as I almost hit Riley on the arm whilst he was driving.

"Yoooo, chill out what's got you so freaked out?" He laughed before I readjusted myself in the seat.

"Nothing, just a bug." A curt response left my mouth, feeling my body tense up under the awkwardness.

After what seemed like hours, I noticed that we were in the middle of the woods, thick trees blocked my vision and the road that seemed to lay ahead.

"This is a shortcut but the road gets thinner here so we're gonna need to get off and walk," Riley said whilst unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.

I felt my stomach flip upside down as a wave of nausea washed over me, my gut told me to run and my gut was never wrong, ever.

I hopped out of the car slowly, seemingly walking with Riley while he was cracking jokes. Noticing my cautious demeanor, his face dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to me.

Rolling his eyes and cracking his neck, he stood there peering at my eyes, he reached towards his eyes before seemingly peeling his brown eyes off. He was wearing contacts this whole time, hiding the blood-red eyes under.

"This really would've been much easier if you were more gullible, sorry it has to be like this." He sighed before walking towards me at an alarming pace.

Turning around, I sprinted for the end of the treeline. My lungs burning while my muscles strained under my desire to run even faster. Weaving in between trees and ducking under branches, I hoped to lose him.

Seeing the lights up ahead, I sprinted towards it even though my lungs were pleading for me to stop. I checked behind me to not see Riley anywhere close before looking forward again. Red, red hair, red eyes, pale skin. I stopped dead in my tracks before turning right hoping to find an escape.

Riley stood there instead.

I turned left, the woman once again.

I was trapped. There was no way out.

"Well done Riley, I knew I could rely on you." A silky-soft voice spoke, I turned frantically towards the woman. Seeing her closer now, I noted her immense beauty, she looked like she hasn't aged, unnaturally young almost.

"Do you think this will really work Victoria? Will the mutt really come for her?" I whipped my head back again, bewildered by what he said. Mutt? Come for me?

"I think you have the wrong person, a mutt? come for me?" I questioned furiously thinking it was some sick joke.

"No, we're sure we have the right person, you'll just have to cooperate to make this easy and painless." The woman who I presumed to be Victoria, her red eyes eerily staring at me.

"Painless? what the fuck are you on lady, I'll call 911!" My voice rising as I threatened her hoping it would scare them off while waving my phone around.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance before holding me by the neck and hoisting me into the air causing the phone to fall out of my hands and be crushed. My legs flailed around as I fought for air, nails clawing at her hand in hopes she would let go.

"You really need to shut up," annoyed at my previous statement, "you know mouthing off won't get you anywhere in life right?" Scoffing before increasing the grip on my neck.

I gasped for air desperately before she dropped me to the floor, my knees hit the forest floor, gasping for air as the world around me spinning.

"I can smell their mutt stench from here, they're close Riley. Remember what I told you, kill that one mutt and we'll have free reign." Victoria lulled to him, her hands holding his face as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Gross.

I got up, attempting to make a dash for it once more before being knocked down again.

"Uh uh uh, not just yet little pawn. Be a bit more patient and I can dispose of you painlessly," her haunting laughter mocked my failed attempt at escape.

I whipped my head towards the forest as a snarl could be heard in the thick foliage. Yellow eyes peered through the thick trees as a pack of wolves trudged through.

My eyes widened at the sheer size they were, the size of a bear or even bigger. More and more came out of the woods, probably about 8 or so as they approached us.

"Took you long enough you horrid mutts," Riley sneered as he pinched his nose.

A dark silver wolf looked at me, its eyes were reminiscent of someone I knew. It seemed to know who I was, and deep down, I had a feeling I knew who it was too.

Feeling myself being hoisted into the air again, Victoria held me by my neck once more.

"One more step and I'll make sure your beloved here, dies." Laughing as the wolves seemingly understood her, backing off whilst still snarling.

"It's simple really, give us permission to be on this land and your love here, lives, or give us the Swan girl. A soul for a soul." She licked her lips as she finished her sentence. Goosebumps formed on me as she stared at me intently.

It clicked, this was a big game of chess to her. I was her pawn. Riley was a pawn too, he was played. We were disposable pieces and it was all falling into place.

Snapping out of my thoughts as a dark brown wolf stepped up a bit but my attention was soon turned away when I felt a sharp pain nearing my collarbone. She had snapped it with her bare hands. My collarbone was broken.

A horrid cry escaped my lips as I struggled to escape her grip.

"I told you, one more step and they die. I wasn't playing Black." Sneering as she seemingly got closer to my neck.

The mind-searing pain distracted me from the moment the black wolf pounced on her. I was dropped to the hard floor with a thud, the air being knocked out of me.

Tears streaked down my face from the pain and as I opened my eyes, the silver wolf was staring back at me, right in front of me.

Realization hit me.

"Paul?"

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szchaql · 4 years

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Total Opposite (part 8)

Paul Lahote x Swan reader

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Hi!! I'm back with Chapter 8! Sorry took so long hehehe hope you enjoy❤

(Y/n) could never imagine that her boyfriend and friends try to kill Bella. They, out of people, the one who know about her close relationship with Bella, try to kill her sister.

She's been thinking to call Bella. But she's scared of what will happened next. So she decided to just call Seth and ask him about Bella.

"Well... she's not good.. but she'll be fine.. the Cullen always be there for her." He said over the phone. (Y/n) sigh. "What happened, (y/n)? I heard from Leah that something happened with you and Paul."

"Uhh.. it's actually the same problem like Jake.. you know.. regarding my sister..."

"Ohhhh.. i'm sorry.."

"Why say sorry? You didn't do anything wrong.. me and Paul just didn't agree on a same thing... it's okay.." (y/n) say softly to her best friend on the phone.

Seth sigh heavily. "He didn't hurt you right? He didn't phase in front of you right?" He frantically ask as (y/n) chuckle.

"No. He just shaking. There're the others to prevent it. It's okay, you don't have to worry. By the way, I hope i can see Bella. But i don't feel safe and comfortable around them.. the cullen." (Y/n) confess how much she miss her older sister. It's been a month, she think, that she hasn't meet Bella.

"Don't force yourself.. and there are me, Jake ans Leah to protect you. And besides, they won't hurt you. They are vegetarian, remember.." Seth always knows a way to comfort the young Swan and (y/n) glad that they are best friend.

"Well.. maybe after all of this is over. Me and Paul have to reconcile too. Seeing Bella with my condition, doesn't sound great at all."

Then she heard the voice of Jake calling Seth name from a far.

"Yeah, that's right. Well, i have patrol. Will talk to you again. Okay?"

"Yeah, text me okay? And tell Jake and Leah that i say hi." Seth hum and hang up.

(Y/n) feels a lot better after a talk with Seth. But the knot on her heart still there. She still feel hurt after the fight with Paul and the pack. She want to talk to him and reconcile. But she's scared. And she don't want to give up just like that. She want to teach Paul a lesson. He hurt her, he has to try to accept her decision. He know very well about her and Bella and how close them two.

She lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought when her dad open the door.

"I'll go to the town. Want to come? You haven't go out since your fight with Paul." He said with a tone full of worry.

"No, thanks Dad.. maybe later." (Y/n) give him a small smile. Charlie nod his head, knowing that his daughter still need some time to collect her mind and heart.

"Call me if you need someting, okay? I will be home before 6." Then he close the door and go out.

As much as she love to be home alone, with the situation of supernatural things make her feel uneasy. She can's ask Seth or Leah. Heck, she can't even ask Emily. In this situation, she hate how her house is close to the forest. She decided to sit up and look out to the window, hoping that one of the boys have patrol around her house.

When she look out, she caught a glimpse of the wolf. But she can't tell which one since it's so dark. Part of her hope that it's Paul, but part of her hope it's someone else. But when the wolf walk closer to her house, she knows that it's Paul. His silver fur shine from the moonlight, making it more beautiful. His deep brown eyes meet her one, making her shiver.

Paul lay down closer to the house, watching her in full alert. Seeing how her boyfriend is watching her, make (y/n) feel safer. But the memories of how he and the pack want to kill her sister make her hurriedly close the curtain. She still can't look at him.

She decided to just doing her homework before she go to sleep.

Paul keeps watching the house for days non stop. Sometimes Embry watch the house at afternoon. But Paul always keeps watch at night until dawn.

Today is the day where (y/n) finally can enjoy her day. She is sitting on the sofa, eating snacks while watching a movie. Charlie is at work, as always.

In the middle of her movie, the sound of someone in the front door make (y/n) turn her head in alert. She stand up and walk toward the window to look outside. There are Embry and Quil, standing in front of the door. She sigh, knowing very well what they want. So she walk back to sit on the sofa and enjoy the movie, doesn't care about the 2 wolves outside the house.

They knock, but (y/n) doesn't even give them a mind. She keeps continue watch the movie, until Embry speak up.

"Hey. We know you are in there. Please let us in! There's something we want to talk about!"

(Y/n) keeps silent.

"Come on, (y/n)! Please!" This time it's Quil who yell.

(Y/n) groan before she yell back. "What! I don't care anymore! Now leave!" Her mood crush down. She didn't want to watch the great movie she watched anymore. She just want to be alone.

"Please! This is about Paul! He need you!" Embry yelled while banging the door mercisely. But (y/n) being a stubborn woman doesn't even give them a mind. She walk up to her own room, locking the window and closing the curtain.

But even then, the boys has another idea. They barged into the house, breaking the door. Hearing the sound of door being broken make (y/n) readi to smack them with a bat on her hand.

"OW!!" Embry yelled in pain as (y/n) smack his head with a bat, strongly. Quil couldn't believe his eyes as he retreat slowly.

"Get out! Now! Before i call my Dad for breaking the house!" She yelled angrily, ready to smack him again.

Embry hold his hands up, trying to calm the girl. "Please, (y/n). Just this one. He really need you." He said in desperate.

(Y/n) snort. "Need me? Need me?! After what he had done?! Unbelievable! Do you think i will easily get back to him?! Or to all of you?! You try to kill Bella!" She didn't know why she cried. Tears just pours out from her eyes.

"He regret it deeply, (y/n).. he's been sick since you left. And he won't eat anything. We are worried about him..." Quil speak slowly, trying not to get into her nerves.

"Still no. Now get out. I won't be back to him until you all, the pack decided not to kill Bella. That's it. If you still manage to try to kill her, it's over. It'll be done with all of you, including Paul." (Y/n) shoved the boys out of her room, even her house, with a bat still in her hand. Of course Embry and Quil still not give up to persuade her to meet Paul and reconcile. But it's no use as (y/n) bang the door in front of their face and lock it.

Regret? So now he regret it? He didn't even think about the consequence when he try to kil Bella.

Feeling tired of the situation, she decided to call her mom and spend some times with her, until everything is over.

"What happened?" Rene ask with worried tone over the phone.

"Will tell you later... I.. I just want to be back with you and spend time with you, mom... i really need this.. please?" (Y/n) voice is shaking, ready to cry in no time. She's so tired. She just want to live a normal life for a while.

Rene sigh, knowing very well about her youngest daughter. "Okay. Tell Charlie okay? I'll be waiting for you at home. Be carefull, dear one."

After speaking to her mom, (y/n) call her Dad about it. He agreed immediately. "Go. Rene will help you. Okay?"

(Y/n) hurriedly purchase the earliest plane and get her things. She just pack her clothes and bring some book. She also call Seth about it. "Do you need me to take you to the airport?" He ask as he help me pack my things.

"No.. it's okay, Seth. Dad will take me. Sorry for bothering over this. I just... i just want to live a normal life for a while.. this is too much for me.. i don't feel safe.." (y/n) said as she take out some of her clothes and put it in her suitcase. Seth helping her with the books.

"I'll inform Bella about this. Do you want to tell Paul and the pack?"

"No. Don't. Just tell Jake and Leah. And of course Bella. And i don't know if i'll be back after all this over...." Seth frown.

"You will be leaving for good? What about Paul?? Didn't it hurt you two?" (Y/n) sit down on her bed, Seth following to sit beside his best friend.

"It hurt of course. But what he did really hurt me. I know it's excessive. But.. Bella... she means so much for me. I can't let her die... it's okay even if she get turn into vampire. But at least she's alive and i can see her. And the most painful thing is that they didn't even hesitate to kill her..." (y/n) sigh heavily.

Seth nod, looking at her. "If you miss me so much, call me. I'll go to see you. Okay?" (Y/n) smile listening to it. Seth is always a cheerfull guy. He always try to make me feel better despite the circumtance.

"Thankyou.. for always being there for me..."

"Do you need anything?" Charlie ask (y/n) as they arrive at the airport.

"No. I'm fine.. thankyou, Dad..."

Charlie smile softly and hug her. "It's okay, dear.. as long as you are happy. Tell your mom i said hi. Get a full rest and enjoy it as long as you need. It's okay if you con't come back, I still can come see you."

After the hug, (y/n) get ready to go boarding. They hug for the last time and she receiving a goodbye kiss from Charlie before she leave. Sitting on the plane, she sigh. She knows sooner or later the boys will know. And of course Paul will do everything in his power to reach her and get her. She decided not to think further of it and just enjoy her quality normal life with her mom.

On the other side, Sam's pack has been restless. Bella's due date is almost there. Sam can't even rest his mind for a single bit. He think about Paul and (y/n) condition, and the Bella thing. He knows that when they decided to keep trying to kill her, (y/n) will never back and even forgive them. This will be bad for Paul. But he just can't let that baby do something horrible affer they are born. They almost kill Bella on the way.

The night comes.

Bella is in labor. Paul is watching the Cullen, despite his protest. As soon as Jake is running out of the house, crying, he know that Bella is dead. So he retreat and head back to inform Sam.

Billy try to stop Sam from doing what he want to do. Aa soon as they know that Bella didn'f make it, Sam immediately decided to fight the Cullen to kill the baby. It's getting out of hands.

Sam's packs are fighting the Cullen and Seth and Leah, when Jacob running in between them to stop. He even shift to talk with Sam.

Suprisingly, Jacob imprinted on Bella's daughter, Renesmee. Sam can't do anything about it. He can't kill her. That's against the law. So he and his pack retreat. But before they get to fully leave, Jacob inform that they didn't regret what they did. Because (y/n) surely won't come back.

"What do you mean?" Paul asked as he heard Sam's thought.

"She's back to Phoenix, living with her mom. Once she heard that you still tried to kill Bella, she won't forgive all of you and she won't come back. That's what she told us before she left. You knew about the consequence, Sam. But you still did it. You knew that the baby wasn't a harm to anyone, but you still tried to killed it. And now, see what have you done. To Paul, to (y/n), to us. I don't mind about us, but think about how hurt (y/n) will be when she knows. Just prepared yourselves then." Jacob said to Sam in warning tone, before he with Leah and Seth leave them.

Sam couldn't believe his ears. (Y/n) leave?

"What?!" Paul yelled in shock after he heard that his imprint leave. "Sam! Tell me!"

"Let's get back first and change." He and rest of his pack retreat. Paul forcefully follow him.

Once they back to Emily's and shift, Paul immediately ask Sam. "What do you mean that (y/n) leave?!"

"Jacob told me that (y/n) leave to meet is mom in Phoenix. She leave a week ago. Seth said that she want to have short normal life with her mom, that she's tired of all of this. She didn't feel safe at all. And there's a chance that she won't be back here anymore. And knowing that we tried to killed Bella... make things worse between us and (y/n)..." Paul couldn't believe at what Sam had said.

She leave just like that? She didn't feel safe? Why? Why did she just give up like that?

"I.. i have to see her! I have to ask her! I.. she can't leave!" Paul yelled angryly and feel hurt, then he leave. He have to see her no matter what. He feel so guilty for hurting her to this extent. He didn't imagine that (y/n) dare to leave him.

Jared and Embry go with Paul, for mental support. "Make sure he or she didn't do anything stupid. Make sure you two help them.." Sam said as they all in the airport, waiting.

"Of course. Don't worry Sam. We will do our best." Jared said.

When they heard that they need to get ready to board the plane, Paul without second thought leave first. Jared and Embry follow him after. Sam just hope that Paul and (y/n) can reconcile faster and make the best decision. He hope that (y/n) will back to Paul.

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