#wolf pack x reader

You forced a smile, shrugging like it was nothing. “Just tired, I guess. It’s been a stressful few weeks, you know? All the patrols, Jacob imprinting on… that situation. It’s a lot.” You tried brushing her off.

Emily turned back to her muffins, humming as she pulled them from the oven and set them on the counter. “That’s true. It’s been hard on everyone.” She didn’t say anything else for a moment, but you could feel her watching you out of the corner of her eye. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” she asked gently not wanting to push too hard.

Your smile faltered. “Of course. What else would it be?”

Emily walked over and sat across from you. Her expression calm but concerned. “Well, you’ve been tired a lot lately. And you’ve barely eaten today. You won’t even touch my muffins like you always do. I also saw you push your plate away last week at dinner too.” She tilted her head, her tone as light as she could make it. “And I saw you make a face when I started the coffee earlier. You used to love coffee… I haven’t seen you drink a cup in weeks now.”

You stiffened slightly, trying to brush her off with a laugh. “I’m just… off, that’s all. It’s probably just stress or maybe a stomach bug. Nothing to worry about.” That unease grew in the pit of your stomach though.

She didn’t drop it. “Maybe,” she said slowly. Her dark eyes studying you. “But… have you thought it might be something else?”

You blinked at her, frowning. “Something else? Like what?”

She hesitated before she reached across the table to rest her hand on yours. “I don’t want to assume anything, but… you and Paul are together all the time. Could there be… another reason why you’re feeling this way?”

Her words hit you like a freight train and you immediately shook your head. Your voice pitching higher than you intended. “No. Absolutely not. There’s no way, Emily. We’re careful! I mean, mostly. But… no. That’s impossible.”

Emily gave you a patient look but didn’t pull her hand away. “I know you’re careful,” she said gently. “But accidents happen. When was the last time you had your period?” She asked the dreaded question… when was it?

The question made your heart lurch, and you froze. “I…” shit, you didn’t know, “I don’t know,” you stammered. “It’s been… I mean, I’m not great at keeping track, but…” Your voice trailed off as your mind began counting backward. The realization hitting you like a bucket of ice water on a freezing winter day. Your chest tightened. Your mouth suddenly ran dry.

Emily leaned forward slightly. Her voice soft but steady. “How long has it been?”

You swallowed hard while staring at her as the truth sank in. “I.... A month? Maybe more?” You guessed as you kept counting further back. No, it was more than a month now. It’d been nearly six weeks.

Emily’s expression didn’t change though there was a hint of sympathy in her eyes. “It might not be what you think,” she said carefully. “But maybe… maybe you should take a test. Just to be sure.”

Your stomach flipped at the thought, and you instinctively shook your head again. “I can’t. What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? What’s Paul going to say? What about the pack or my parents? Shit! My parents Em!” Your voice cracked, panic bubbling up as the possibility became more real. Pregnant. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant. No, it was just stress. You’d been so stressed lately. Periods were often late when stress was abundant. Yeah, just stress.

Emily squeezed your hand. Her calm presence grounding you. “If it’s positive, you’ll figure it out like you always do. You’re not alone in this, okay? You have me. You have Paul. And you have the while pack. Whatever happens, we’ll all be here for you.” Her voice was low and soothing as it always was. Her reassurance should have been comforting, but your thoughts were spiraling. The only thing you could focus on was the quiet truth settling into the back of your mind. You might really be pregnant. She stood with you still trying to process what was likely true.

Emily slipped out the door after giving you a reassuring smile. Her keys jingling as she walked to the front door. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” she’d said. “And don’t even think about panicking while I’m gone. Just breathe. I’m going to go buy one from the pharmacy. It won’t be a big deal if someone sees me buying one.” Easier said than done.

You sat stiffly on the edge of the couch with your knee bouncing restlessly as the minutes ticked by. Emily was right. If anyone saw her buying a pregnancy test, they wouldn’t think twice about it. She and Sam were married, in their twenties, and settled. But you? At nineteen, unmarried, and still figuring out your life, the very idea of people finding out sent a wave of nausea through you.

When Emily returned, she came through the door with the same calm efficiency as before. She held a small paper bag like it contained something perfectly ordinary. She set it down on the table while brushing the rain from her hair as she gave you a steady look. “Alright,” she said. Her tone light but firm. “No one saw me. Not that it would’ve mattered. But I figured you’d want to hear that.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Thank God. I’d die right here if word got back to my mom. Or the whole reservation.” You peeked through your fingers, your voice dropping to a mutter. “This place is like a fishbowl.”

Emily laughed softly and slid the bag toward you. “Relax. It’s done. Now, the next part is up to you.”

You stared at the bag. Your palms suddenly very disgustingly sweaty. Your heart hammered as you reached out and pulled the slim box from inside, the pink lettering glaring up at you like a warning. “I feel like I’m in one of those cheesy after-school specials,” you mumbled, your voice shaky as you tried to make light of the situation.

Emily gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “You’re not. You’re just figuring out what’s next. Go on. I’ll wait here.” With a long breath you stood and made your way to the bathroom, the box clutched tightly in your hands. The next few minutes felt like an eternity. You sat on the edge of the bathtub staring at the little plastic stick on the counter, its blank screen taunting you.

When your phone buzzed with the timer you’d set, your stomach flipped. You stood slowly, your hands trembling as you picked up the test. Two pink lines.

Positive.

Your knees felt weak as you gripped the counter for support as a tidal wave of emotions crashed over you. A strange mix of fear, joy, and uncertainty swirled in your chest, leaving you utterly breathless. You stared at the test for a long moment trying to process what it meant. Your hand drifted to your abdomen as you gulped.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Emily was waiting on the couch. Her face was soft as ever with understanding. She looked up as you stepped into the room, the test still clutched in your hand. “Well?” she asked gently. Her brown eyes searching your face for any sign of what it said.

You held up the test. Your mouth dry. “I guess I’m pregnant,” you said with your voice unsteady. Then in a weak attempt to lighten the mood you added with a shaky laugh, “Stealing Bella’s thunder, huh?” Bella’s pregnancy had been the talk of the pack ever since the group found out what she was carrying. Then the vampire human baby decided to make its appearance after only 28 days. The thought sent a shiver down your spine as you thought of what carrying a werewolf baby would entail.

Emily blinked, then burst into laughter. Her head tilting back as she shook her head. “Oh, you’ve got to stop hanging out with Paul so much. You’re picking up his sense of humor.” She grinned as she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.

Despite your spinning thoughts her laughter pulled a smile from you. She wrapped you in a warm, steady hug. “It’s going to be okay,” she murmured, her voice firm. “Paul loves you so much. More than I ever thought he’d be capable of. You’re not doing this alone.” You clung to her words like a lifeline as tears brimmed in your eyes. You weren’t sad… no, not at all. You were simply overwhelmed as this had not been in your plans. You were going to get married to Paul in a few years and maybe have some kid’s years after that. Not now. But life had a funny way of throwing you completely off. First, being imprinted to a damned werewolf. Now this.

You sat at the kitchen table with the pregnancy test still in your hand. Emily had made you a cup of tea. The warm mug sitting untouched in front of you as your thoughts spiraled. You’d stared at the little pink lines so long now that they were practically burned into your vision. A constant reminder of the new, terrifying reality that had just taken shape.

Emily leaned against the counter, watching you with a mixture of patience and quiet concern. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked gently.

You let out a shaky breath, placing the test down on the table so gently as if it might explode. “Everything,” you said. Your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean… Paul and I are nineteen. This wasn’t exactly in the plan. What if he’s not ready for this? What if he feels… trapped?” The thought made your stomach churn. You couldn’t shake the image of his face falling when you told him.

Emily frowned, stepping closer and taking the chair across from you. “Yes, you both are young, but you know he’s devoted to you. He’d run through fire for you without thinking twice. That’s the bond. It’s unshakable.”

You nodded slowly, but her reassurance only soothed one layer of your anxiety. “But what about my parents?” you asked. Your voice cracking yet again. “If they find out, they’ll never let me hear the end of it. They’ll say I’m ruining my life. That we’re not ready. And Paul’s parents… What if they think I’m irresponsible or… God forbid, trying to trap him or something?”

Emily shook her head firmly. “No one who knows you would think that. You and Paul have been through so much already and you’ve come out stronger every time. His parents will see that. His parents love you. And as for your parents…” She gave you a small, wry smile. “They’ll probably be shocked at first. Maybe even upset. But they’ll come around. They always do.”

You laughed bitterly, rubbing your temples. “It’s not just them. It’s the pack, too. What are they going to think? There’s so much going on right now. Jacob imprinting on a half-vampire baby, the Cullen drama, all of it. This is the worst time for this to happen. What if they see it as a distraction? What if they resent me for pulling Paul’s attention away?”

Emily reached out grabbing for your hand. “First of all, no one in that pack would resent you. You know how they are. They’re family, even if they don’t always show it the right way. And second, you’re not pulling Paul’s attention away. If anything, this will give him more to fight for. Plus, I think they all like you more than Paul anyway.” She added with a mischievous grin.

Your chest tightened at her words. A mix of hope and fear swirling inside you. “But what if I’m not enough?” you whispered. “What if I can’t handle this? What if I ruin everything?”

Emily’s grip on your hand tightened. Her scarred fingers warm and steady. “You’re more than enough,” she said firmly. “You’re strong and you have so many people who love and adore you. You’re not doing this alone. Paul’s going to be over the moon, you’ll see. And the pack? They’ll probably throw a barbecue to celebrate.”

Despite the storm of emotions swirling in your chest that last comment drew a weak laugh from you. “Yeah, and Embry will probably make a joke about Paul being the first one to ‘start a litter,’” you muttered.

Emily grinned. “Probably. But you’ve got to admit, they’d all step up to make sure you and that baby are safe. It’s what they do.”

You took a shaky sip of tea. The warmth grounding you for a moment. Deep down you knew Emily was right. But the thought of telling Paul, and everyone else, still felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. “Guess I’ll find out soon enough,” you murmured while staring down at your tea. “I just hope you’re right.”

Emily smiled softly, giving your hand one last squeeze. “I’m always right,” she teased. Her voice light. “Now, let’s figure out how you’re going to tell Paul. You’ve got this.”

Just as you were going to ask her how in the hell you’d drop this bomb on him the front door opened loudly, followed by the familiar sound of Paul’s laugh, low and warm, rolling through the house. “We’re back!” Quil called out, clearly in a good mood. Jared muttered something about food and within seconds all three of them were in the kitchen rummaging around for snacks.

You sat frozen at the kitchen table gripping your mug of now-cold tea. Your eyes were glued to the wall like it might have answers to the mess of thoughts tangling in your head. Emily shot you a look that practically screamed, you better handle this soon, before helping the hungry wolves to whatever snack she deemed acceptable.

“Hey,” Paul’s voice broke through the fog. You looked up just as he walked over to you. His usual easy grin faltering slightly as he studied your face. He crouched in front of you, his warm hands resting on your knees. “You okay? You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” you asked. Your voice faltering slightly as you tried to sound normal.

“The one that says you’re either about to cry or punch someone.” He tilted his head. His grin returning. “Hopefully not me.”

You forced a laugh but it came out weak and shaky. “I’m fine. Just tired. You know, the usual.”

Paul narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. His sharp instincts both as a wolf and your imprint meant there was no hiding anything from him for long. “Uh-huh. Sure babe. You’re totally not being weird. Not at all.” He teased lightly.

“I am not!” you shot back too quickly. His brows shot up.

“Okay…” He dragged the word out, standing and looking toward the kitchen where Quil and Jared were now arguing over a loaf of bread. Paul glanced back at you. His concern deepening. “Wanna take a walk? Fresh air might feel good.”

You hesitated. Your pulse roaring in your ears. You couldn’t do this here. Not with Jared and Quil’s supernatural hearing and Emily’s knowing looks. “Yeah,” you muttered finally, standing abruptly. “Let’s go.”

Paul smiled softly and walked behind you as you made your way out of the house. He grabbed his jacket and followed you out the door. The crisp air hit your skin, grounding you slightly as you led him down the gravel path toward the edge of the forest. Paul stayed quiet. His hands stuffed in his pockets as he matched your pace. He didn’t push but you could feel his eyes on you. His quiet presence making your nerves churn even more.

When you finally stopped, he turned to face you. His expression soft but cautious. “Alright then,” he said, leaning back against a tree. His arms crossing over his chest. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting… off since we got back. And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I know you better than that love.”

You fidgeted. Your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater as you avoided his gaze. Your stomach was in knots and the words felt stuck in your throat. “Paul, I… I need to tell you something,” you started. Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” he said, his tone steady but laced with worry. “Whatever it is, just say it.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a strange almost choking sound which made his eyes widen. “Are you okay? It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.” he said while stepping closer.

“I’m fine!” you said too quickly yet again. Your voice pitching higher than you wanted. “It’s just… this is… ugh!” You threw your hands up while pacing a few steps before spinning back to face him. “You’re going to freak out.”

Paul blinked slowly. His brows knitting together as a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up before babe. What’s going on?” You just had to tell him. Just do it.

You stopped pacing. Your chest tightening as you blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Paul’s face went blank, his arms dropping to his sides as he stared at you. You felt the blood drain from your face. The panic rising as his lack of reaction stretched on. “Paul?” you whispered. Your voice trembling. “Say something. Please, say something.”

He blinked, his lips parting slightly. “You’re serious?” he asked in a silky soft voice like he was trying to make sure he’d heard you right.

You nodded. Your throat tight. “Yeah. I just found out today. I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to be like this. I wasn’t even sure how I should tell you, because I know we’re young, and everything’s crazy right now, and…”

“Shh,” he said cutting you off gently. He stepped forward completely closing the distance between you. His hands finding your arms as he looked down at you. Those chocolate brown eyes searching yours. “You’re pregnant? We’re… having a baby? Our baby?”

Your heart pounded as you nodded again with tears welling up in your eyes. “Yeah.”

A slow grin spread across his face. It started small but grew until it lit up his whole expression. He laughed softly almost in disbelief and suddenly pulled you into his arms. He held you so tightly you could barely breathe. “You’re serious?” he asked again. His voice muffled against your hair. “We’re having a baby?”

You let out a watery laugh. Your hands clutching at his jacket. “Yeah. We’re having a baby.” You said softly.

Paul pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite name. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I mean it. I can’t even…” He broke off, shaking his head like he couldn’t find the words. “This is crazy, but it’s… it’s amazing. I’m so happy right now,” He grinned before pulling you in for a kiss, “We’re having a baby!”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as a laugh bubbled out of you. “You’re not scared? Or mad?”

“Of course, I’m scared,” he admitted. His hands moving to cradle your face. “But I’m not mad. Never. You’re my world, and now… now we’re building something together. How could I be anything but happy about that?”

You sniffled, leaning into his touch. “Well, I’m glad one of us is confident. Because I was ready to fake my death and disappear into the woods.”

Paul laughed before kissing your forehead softly. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me, babe. And this kid? They’re going to have the best damn parents in the world.” His hand ran over your abdomen gently.

A small, tentative smile tugged at your lips as you rested your forehead against his neck. “I hope you’re ready to break the news to the pack, though. I can already hear Embry’s jokes.”

Paul’s grin only widened. A glimmer of excitement sparking in his eyes. “We’ve got to tell them.”

Your stomach dropped, and you blinked at him. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” he said. His voice filled with conviction. “Why wouldn’t we? This is huge! It’s amazing! They’re going to be so happy for us.”

“Paul,” you said slowly while trying to reel him back in. “We just found out. Don’t you think we should… I don’t know, let it sink in first? Maybe figure out how we’re going to explain this before we say anything?”

But Paul shook his head. His hands framing your face with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “There’s nothing to explain, babe. This is good news. They’re family. They’ll support us no matter what. And if anyone has anything negative to say…” His voice dropped slightly. A spark of protectiveness flaring in his tone. “They’ll have to deal with me. But they’re going to be so excited love. So damn excited.”

You hesitated. Your doubts lingering. “It’s not that simple, Paul. What if they think it’s irresponsible? Or too soon?”

He took your hands, his gaze steady and unwavering. “Look, I know things are messy right now. The timing might not be perfect. But then again, when is it ever? What matters is that this is ours. You, me, and this baby. We’re going to be okay because we have each other.” His voice softened and the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. “I want to celebrate that with the people who care the most about us.”

His sincerity broke through your defenses, and you sighed, nodding reluctantly. “You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” he said. His smile warm and full of pride. “You’re carrying our baby. How could I not want to shout it from the rooftops?”

A small laugh slipped out despite yourself. You shook your head at his antics. “Fine. But if this goes sideways, you’re the one dealing with the fallout.”

Paul chuckled, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Deal. Now, let’s go tell them.”

As he led you back toward the house, his excitement practically radiating off him, you still felt a twinge of nerves. But the way he held your hand, so steady and unshakable, made you believe that somehow everything would work out.

The moment you and Paul stepped back into the house. Emily’s eyes flicked to the two of you. Her lips curled into the smallest, most knowing smile. Her gaze lingered on Paul who was still vibrating with energy like he could barely contain himself. She exhaled softly, relief washing over her face.

“He knows, doesn’t he?” she asked you, her voice low enough that only you and Paul could hear.

“Of course, I know,” Paul cut in with his grin so wide it was practically smug. “You really think she could keep something like this from me?” His arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His hand warm against your side as he glanced down at you. “She tried, though. Gotta give her credit.”

Emily’s smile grew. She stepped closer to squeeze your hand. “I’m glad you told him,” she said simply. Her calm steadiness grounded you in a way nothing else could.

Jared and Quil, however, were still oblivious. Quil frowned at Paul. His sandwich frozen halfway to his mouth. “What’s up with you? You look like you just hit the jackpot.”

“Yeah,” Jared added, leaning back against the counter. “You’ve got that weird, smug thing going on. Like you know something we don’t.”

Paul smirked, his fingers flexing slightly on your waist. “Maybe I do.”

Quil rolled his eyes. “You gonna share with the class, or…?”

Paul leaned against the back of the couch looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Let’s wait until everyone’s here,” he said, glancing toward the door. “Don’t wanna repeat myself.”

Jared groaned. “Dude, seriously? You’re such a…”

“Later,” Paul interrupted. His grin growing wider. Jared muttered something under his breath, but Paul didn’t seem to care. His attention stayed on you. His thumb brushing absently along your hip.

By the time Sam and the rest of the pack arrived the room was buzzing with conversation. The pack had settled in, tired but loud as usual, filling the space with their usual chaos. You could feel your nerves creeping back but Paul’s steady presence beside you kept them at bay.

Once the noise quieted enough for him to speak, Paul cleared his throat. All eyes turned toward him. The sudden intensity of his expression silencing even Quil’s usual chatter.

Emily, sipping her tea, shot Paul a look. Silently daring him to be subtle. But Paul being Paul had no plans for subtlety. He straightened while crossing his arms over his chest as he cleared his throat. “Me and Y/N… we’re not just us anymore. We’re adding one.”

The room went silent. All eyes turning toward him. Jared frowned. “What does that even mean?”

Quil looked at you both, confused. “Wait. Did you get a dog? Please tell me it’s a dog.”

Paul smirked, clearly reveling in the suspense. “Nope. Not a dog.”

Embry tilted his head, his brows furrowed. “A cat? Fish? What?”

Paul chuckled, dragging it out just a little longer. “Think bigger.”

Quil’s eyes narrowed and then he gasped. His mouth dropping open. “Oh my God! You’re moving?! Are you leaving the rez?”

Paul groaned before dragging a hand down his face. “No! Not moving, not a pet, not a damn secret stash of food.” He glanced at you. His grin softening slightly and nodded like it was your moment to take over.

And you couldn’t help it. With all their clueless guesses and Paul’s smug antics a laugh bubbled out of you, warm and uncontrollable. Everyone froze, watching you with the most curious eyes and through your laughter, you managed to blurt, “We’re having a baby!”

The room went completely still for a beat, Jared’s apple frozen mid-air as his jaw dropped. Quil looked between you and Paul. His face blank before he finally sputtered, “Wait… like an actual baby?” Even Sam looked a little shell shocked at that news.

“Yes, Quil,” Paul said dryly though his grin betrayed his pride. “An actual baby. Our baby.”

Jared blinked rapidly then burst out laughing, slapping the counter. “Holy shit. You’re serious? Paul Lahote’s gonna be a dad?”

Quil let out a strangled laugh while running a hand through his hair. “Wow. This poor kid’s gonna have your temper, huh? Better hope they get your patience.” He looked at you with a knowing grin.

Sam, who had entered the room halfway through the chaos, finally stepped forward. His expression calm but full of warmth. “That’s great news,” he said simply while clapping Paul on the shoulder before looking at you. “You’re both going to be amazing parents.”

The pack didn’t hold back after that. Quil and Jared immediately started throwing out ridiculous suggestions for baby names while Embry vowed to make the baby a tiny wolf plushie as a first gift. The teasing was relentless, but it was full of love. It was clear that they were genuinely happy for you both. Your earlier nerves vanishing in an instant at their exuberance.

Hours later when the house had quieted and everyone had left, you and Paul found yourselves alone in the dimly lit living room. You curled up against his side. Your head resting on his chest as his arm draped securely around you.

“You know,” you murmured, smiling faintly, “your announcement was terrible.”

Paul laughed. The sound rumbling through his chest. “Terrible? That was brilliant.”

“You had everyone thinking we got a dog,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. “I think Quil’s still processing.”

Paul smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Hey, I had to keep them guessing. Besides, you’re the one who cracked under pressure.”

You rolled your eyes but the warmth in his gaze softened your retort. His hand moved to your stomach, resting there gently as he whispered, “We’re really doing this, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said softly. Your voice steady. “We are.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. His voice low and full of quiet conviction. “It’s gonna be perfect. You, me, and our little one. We’ve got this.”

Paul’s lips brushed against yours, slow and deliberate, grounding you for a fleeting moment. His hand, warm and steady on your stomach, reminded you of the little life you’d just announced to the pack. But the moment his forehead rested against yours the weight of what was coming next crept back in.

Your parents. His parents.

You pulled back slightly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as your heart pounded. “Paul,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “How are we going to tell them? My mom is going to flip, and not in a good way. And your mom…”

“Hey,” Paul interrupted softly, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Look at me.”

You hesitated but the steady warmth in his eyes drew you in. His grin was softer now, tempered with something deeper. “We’ll tell them the same way we told the pack, together. And if your mom flips, I’ll handle it. I’ll handle all of it. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I don’t know if you’ve met my mom,” you whispered. Your voice wavering as you tried to find humor in the situation. “She’s going to think this is reckless. She’ll probably yell. A lot.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he tipped your chin up with his knuckle before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Then let her yell. I’ll stand there and take it because, at the end of the day, none of that matters. What matters is us and this baby.”

You swallowed hard trying to keep your emotions from bubbling over. “But what if it’s too much? What if they think we’re too young, or not ready, or…”

Paul’s grip on you tightened slightly. His voice cutting through your spiral. “Then I’ll marry you tomorrow,” he said. His tone firm but laced with tenderness. “If that’s what it takes to make them see how serious I am, I’ll do it. Hell, I’ll do it tonight if you want.”

Your breath caught as you stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I love you. I love this baby. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re my family now. You’ve always been my family and nothing, not your mom, not mine, not anyone, is going to change that.”

The conviction in his voice broke something loose in your chest. The fear and doubt unraveling as his words sank in. You let out a shaky laugh with tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just solve everything by offering to marry me, you know.”

Paul smirked, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Maybe not, but it’s a pretty damn good start, isn’t it?”

You laughed again, softer this time, and leaned into him, letting his steady warmth anchor you. “We’ll figure it out,” you murmured more to yourself than him.

“We already are,” he said, his voice low and sure. “One step at a time. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter what. You know that love.”

As his arms tightened around you, you felt it, the certainty he carried, the unwavering belief that you could face anything together. It didn’t erase all your fears, but it made them feel a little smaller, a little more manageable.

And for now, and forever that would be enough.

A soft laugh bubbles up in your throat, the sound echoing against the tiled walls. The sheer intensity of his reaction is almost comical, the way he’s treating a scent like a crime scene.

"You're being ridiculous," you tease, your hazel eyes shimmering with amusement.

Jacob doesn't laugh back. His expression remains grim, his brow furrowed as he leans in again, his nose tracing the air around your shoulder. He seems to be hunting for something, his movements sharp and focused.

"I'm serious," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding rougher, more guttural. "It's everywhere. You smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you."

His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him with a strength that feels new, almost overwhelming. He looks at you with a piercing gaze, his pupils still contracted, searching your face for a lie.

"Are you actually jealous right now?"

Jacob stiffens, his chest expanding against yours. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression a mixture of frustration and an intensity that feels almost suffocating. The steam continues to billow around you, but his focus is singular, locked onto you with an intensity that makes the small shower stall feel even smaller.

"I'm not jealous," he snaps, though the rough, strained quality of his voice suggests otherwise. He looks away for a split second, his nostrils flaring as he catches another scent. "I just know what you smell like. And right now, you smell like someone else."

He shifts his grip, his hands sliding from your waist to your upper arms, pinning you gently but firmly against the tiled wall. His skin is radiating heat, practically steaming in the humidity.

"Who was it?" he demands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.

"Yeah, well, I've been working near a lot of customers lately," you shrug, the movement causing water to spray off your shoulders.

Jacob shakes his head, his expression remaining grim. He leans in again, his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he sniffs the air around you both.

"No," he grunts, the sound rough and strained. "I mean you smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you. It's everywhere."

His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. There is a possessive edge to the way he holds you, a strength that feels more intense than usual. He looks at you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of a lie, his nostrils flaring with every breath.

"Maybe I just smell like the cafe," you suggest, trying to keep your tone light.

Jacob's jaw tightens. He doesn't buy it. He leans in again, his nose grazing the skin of your shoulder, inhaling with a sharpness that almost sounds like a hiss.

"No," he grunts, his voice dropping into a rough, guttural register. "I know the smell of coffee and old grease. This is different. It's... intimate."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and clouded. The possessive grip on your waist firms, pulling you so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, nearly matching the temperature of the steaming water. He looks completely consumed, his nostrils flaring as he searches your face for an explanation that satisfies him.

"Someone was all over you," he insists, his tone leaving little room for argument.

"Well, we did have a new cashier," you admit, a small smile starting to form on your lips. The way he's reacting is almost sweet, if you ignore the intensity of his grip. "I had to help him understand how the registers work. He might have hugged me at the end of my shift, so that's probably what you're smelling."

Jacob's pupils contract immediately, his gaze sharpening. The air between you seems to thicken, the steam of the shower swirling around his rigid frame.

"I don't like it," he says. His voice has lost its softness, sounding rougher, almost like a warning.

You try to hide your amusement, realizing he's genuinely jealous. You start to say something to tease him, but Jacob moves faster than you can react. He reaches over your shoulder, his arm a blur of heat and muscle, and abruptly twists the handle to shut off the water.

The sudden silence is jarring, leaving only the sound of water dripping off your skin and the heavy, synchronized rhythm of your breathing.

The sudden lack of rushing water leaves you shivering in the humid air, your eyes wide as you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to laugh or to ask what he's doing, but Jacob doesn't give you the chance.

With a sudden, decisive movement, he hooks an arm around your waist and hoists you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised gasp, your wet skin sliding against his heated chest. He reaches out with his free hand to snag a towel, clutching it tightly as he strides out of the bathroom and carries you straight toward the bedroom.

You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you giggle. The sudden movement and the absurdity of being carried like a sack of potatoes make the tension from the shower break into something playful.

Jacob doesn't slow down. He reaches the bedroom and drops you onto the mattress. He's not rough, but there's a certain weight to the way he lets you go, pinning you into the soft sheets. Before you can even catch your breath or scramble back, he's over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head.

His skin is still radiating that intense, feverish heat, warming the air between you. He looks down at you, his expression focused and possessive, those dark pupils nearly swallowing his eyes.

Without a word, he leans down. He starts with wet, heavy kisses across your collarbone, trailing them up toward your jaw. Each touch is deliberate, marking you as his own. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he captures your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

"You're still grumpy, aren't you?" you murmur against his lips, your voice sounding breathless and airy.

Jacob breaks the kiss just enough to look at you, his chest heaving. A small, lopsided smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remain dark and possessive.

"I'm not grumpy," he rumbles, the sound vibrating through your own chest. "I'm just making sure you remember who you actually belong to."

He shifts his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress. The heat coming off him is staggering, making the damp sheets feel warm almost instantly. He moves his head back down, skipping your lips this time to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You feel the sharp graze of his teeth against your skin—a nip that's just hard enough to make you gasp. He lingers there, breathing you in with that same animalistic intensity from the shower, before he sucks a bruised mark into the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with a desperate strength, and let out a low moan that vibrates against his skin.

The sound seems to snap something inside him. Jacob groans, a deep, hungry noise, and shifts his weight to press his entire body against yours. The heat he radiates is almost oppressive now, turning the damp sheets beneath you into a warm, clinging cocoon. He attacks your lips again, his kiss frantic and possessive, tasting of salt and desperation.

His hands slide down from the bed, gripping your thighs and pulling them wide. He moves with a sudden, focused urgency, his breathing coming in ragged hitches. He reaches down, his large hands encircling your ankles to haul your legs up and lock them firmly around his waist.

The shift in position brings you flush against him, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wants you. He looks at you for a heartbeat, his eyes dark, clouded, and utterly consumed.

"You're mine," he rasps, the words barely a whisper. "Only mine."

"Always yours," you whisper, the words disappearing into the space between your lips.

Jacob lets out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours. The heat radiating from him feels like a physical weight, pressing you down into the mattress. He shifts, his movements heavy and purposeful, as he finally slides himself into you.

A sharp, sudden intake of air escapes you, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He freezes for a second, his muscles locking tight, his eyes searching yours with a raw, desperate hunger. He looks almost pained by the proximity, his jaw tight as he fights for control.

Slowly, he begins to move. The rhythm is steady and possessive, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck again, his breathing ragged and hot.

"Mine," he groans, the word vibrating through your skin. "Everything about you... mine."

He picks up the pace, his grip on your waist tightening until it's almost bruising. The world narrows down to the heat of his skin and the sound of your synchronized breathing in the quiet room.

"I love you, Jacob," you whisper, the words slipping out as a ragged breath.

Jacob freezes for a split second, his entire body locking up against yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression raw and stripped of the jealousy that had fueled him moments ago. The intensity in his eyes shifts, softening into something aching and profoundly deep.

He lets out a sound that is half-groan, half-sob, before crashing his lips back against yours. The kiss is different now—less about possession and more about a desperate, overwhelming need. He moves with a renewed, frantic energy, his rhythm becoming faster, more urgent, as he drives you both toward the edge.

As the tension reaches a breaking point, Jacob pulls his head back, his chest heaving. He looks at you, his pupils blown wide, his voice a strained, guttural rasp.

"Inside?" he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. "Do you want me to... inside of you?"

You arch your back, pulling him closer with a desperate strength and moaning a breathless "Yes" against his skin.

The sound breaks the last of Jacob's restraint. He lets out a guttural growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you one final, powerful time. The world dissolves into a blur of white-hot heat and friction, the air in the room thick with the scent of salt and the heavy, humid weight of your combined breath.

He collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving in jagged, uneven bursts. For several long moments, the only sound is the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find a steady rhythm again.

Jacob shifts slightly, though he remains heavy on top of you, his skin still radiating that unnatural, feverish warmth. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, right over the bruised mark he left earlier.

"Mine," he whispers, his voice sounding wrecked and satisfied.

You lie there for a long while, tangled in the damp sheets and the oppressive, comforting heat of his body. The frantic energy of the last hour slowly ebbs away, leaving a heavy, syrupy lethargy in its wake. Jacob eventually stirs, shifting his weight to pull away just enough to reach for the towel he'd brought from the bathroom.

With surprisingly tender movements, he begins to clean you, wiping away the remnants of your passion with careful, slow strokes. Once you're dry, he settles back down beside you, pulling you firmly against his side. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, powerful thrum of his heart while he caresses your hair and presses light, lingering kisses to the top of your head.

Jacob tilts his head, taking a long, deep sniff of your skin. A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face. "You smell like me," he murmurs.

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“y/n,” he drawled, as if her name had any warmth on his tongue. “Been dodging me?”

She slowed her steps, stomach tightening. “Trevor, I told you to stop this. We're done”

“You didn’t mean it”

“Yes,” she snapped. “I did”

He started toward her, just a little too close. Just a little too entitled. “You're being dramatic. You always were. You need someone to keep you in check”

And then another voice cut through the air, low and thunderous. “Back up”

The ex turned just as Jacob Black stepped into view, shoulders squared, fists clenched at his sides. He’d been across the street, loading tools into the back of Embry’s truck when he caught the scent of y/n's fear. He dropped everything and crossed without a second thought.

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

He scoffed. “Oh great. The local mutt”

Jacob’s jaw tensed. He walked right up to them, putting his body between her and the asshole who had been stalking her for months. “She told you to back off. You don’t listen too good, do you?”

Her ex sneered. “You gonna play hero now? This doesn’t concern you”

“It does,” Jacob said. His voice dropped an octave, low and primal. "Because she's not yours. And if you even look at her again, I swear- ”

He shoved jake. It was stupid.

The sound Jacob made was a growl - not human. And it scared the living hell out of Trevor. Jacob didn’t swing, didn’t punch. He just stepped forward. Bigger. Hotter. Angry in a way that went deeper than fists. For a second, his eyes seemed to glow.

He stumbled back, something primal kicking in. Fear. Real fear. “You-you’re crazy,” her ex stammered, backing away. “This isn’t over”

"Yes, it is," Jacob said. “She’s not yours anymore”

Her ex turned and ran. Fast. The rain was still falling when Jacob turned around, softer now as he looked at (Y/N). She was shaking, hugging herself, lips parted like she wasn’t sure what to say.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

“I am now” she whispered.

He stepped closer, brushing the wet hair from her face. His touch was warm, grounding. Her breath hitched when he tilted her chin up, eyes searching hers.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” he said, voice thick. “You’re safe now. With me”

"Greater good for whom, you? Sam, this is bullshit. She is just going to be crushed, and I am going to be crushed by this. Even when things got tough, we always had one another. I, I don’t want a life without her." I say with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart.

"It's alright, Quil, we all had to do it. Don’t sweat it; we will be there with you to pick up all the pieces of your broken heart." Jared states sympathetically.

“Oh fuck off, Jared,” I seethe as the tears flow out of my eyes as I ask, "who is going to be there to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. We have been together for three years, Sam. I, I was going to propose to her this year; I just had to wait for my grandmother's ring to be resized. I am about to throw all of that away, and for what? I don’t want this. She is going to hate me for what I am about to do." I look up at all of my pack brothers and see them look at me very sympathetically.

“We understand that you are frustrated and heartbroken, but it’s to keep her safe from yourself; your shifting is out of control. If you don’t want to hurt her, this is how to keep her safe. She will move on eventually, and so will you,” Sam states.

“Sam, I don’t want to move on; I just want a life with my sweetheart,” I argue, but Sam has made his order, and I must follow it, no matter how much it sucks to do so.

I storm inside Emily’s house and open up the messaging app on my phone. I click on the name that reads 'my sweetheart ', I breathe out a shaky sob, covering my mouth with the back of my hand to silence it. I take deep breaths through my nose to help myself calm down. I start typing out my message, 'I'm sorry that I have to do things this way, you deserve so much better, but I can't do this anymore. It wasn't anything you did or didn't do. I just can't be with you anymore.' I hit send and toss my phone onto Emily's kitchen table before putting my head in my hands, trying to cover my sobs.

I feel a comforting hand rubbing my shoulders. I look up and see the sad face of Emily. She opens her arms as she sits next to me. I allow myself to fall into her embrace, crying into her shoulder. "It hurts so much, Em. I love her, and I just fucking broke her."

"I know, sweety, I am so sorry that you weren't left with any other options and had to do this. I wish there was another way to go about this." She gently runs a hand through my hair, calming me down.

When I finally stop crying, my eyes are red and swollen. I pull myself from Emily's embrace, and in a small voice I say, "Thank you, Emily. I’m sorry for breaking down. I think I am going to head home to process this." I slowly get up from the table and walk towards the front door.

"Quil, it is pouring down rain. Are you sure you don't want a ride home?"

"No thank you, Emily, I need to clear my head, but thank you for the offer," I state numbly before walking out of the front door.

Once I am outside again, I burst into tears as the heavy rain falls on my face. I start to slowly walk towards my house, which is about 2 miles from Emily's. By the time I get home, I am tired from crying and soaking wet from the rain. I walk into my house when my grandfather walks up to me. "y/n called for you, Quil. I want you to know you did the right thing, and I am proud of you."

"Yeah, well, it sure didn't feel like the right thing to do." I snap before going upstairs to my room. I regret it when I walk into my room because I am surrounded by pictures of y/n and I, throughout our relationship and childhood. We were there for each other to pick up the pieces when Embry and then Jake left our little friend group. I lay on my bed and put my face into the pillow that still has the scent of her shampoo lingering on the fabric. This brings on a whole new wave of tears, and I finally fall asleep.

Y/n pov

Heartbreak is one of the worst feelings that I have been no stranger to. I have had friends come and go with no explanation, no closure. However, nothing could have prepared me for the feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest only to be stomped on; to think this was all caused by some boy...well, not just any boy. The person whom I thought was the love of my life, whom I thought we were in it for the long haul, left me. I would have never imagined Quil leaving, especially since we have been friends since we were small children. I would have never thought that one day I would have to spend my life without him.

I just wished I knew the reasoning: was I too much, too little, was there someone else? I hope that there wasn’t someone else. Tears form in my eyes at the endless possibilities as to what could have caused this. I thought Quil loved me as much as I loved him, but now I am not so sure. Of course, he is dodging my calls. I just want closure so I can start healing. I deserve at the very least that much.

It has been about two months since  I saw Quil, and he broke up with me over text. Today I am finally plucking up the courage to go and give him back his stuff. We were together for three years, and it is just all a constant reminder of what I once had. I constantly miss him, but I try not to. Quil's grandpa won't tell me how he is doing with all this...I just wish he is happy because even though he broke me, I don't want him to be sad.

A few tears slip out of my eyes as I pack up his hoodies and shirts that I had 'borrowed...they still smell like him. I haven’t worn any of them since the breakup. In another small tote, I put all of our pictures that were hanging up on my wall, as well as all the little knick-knacks that he had bought for me over the years. I put the tote in the back of my closet so I can forget about it. I look around my room and see how truly bare the walls now are. Quil was a bigger part of my life than I first thought.

I pick up the box and walk it out to my car. When I come back in, I am stopped by my mother's voice. "Y/n/n, what are you up to today?" she asks.

"Um, I am finally okay enough to go and drop Quil's stuff off at his Grandpa's house," I say nervously, rubbing the back of my neck.

I see her nod sadly. She adored Quil just as much as I did. "If you need anything, please call me," she states, pulling me into a comforting hug.

"Of course, Mom," I respond before leaving my house to drive a familiar route to Quil's grandpa’s.

When I pull up into the driveway, my heart shatters all over again. I see Quil with Jake and Embry. At least they are talking to him again; he was just as hurt as I was when they stopped coming around. It’s been two years since I last talked to Embry and a year since Jake.  I decided that I was not ready to see him, and I couldn’t do this. I am not ready to confront all three heartbreaks in one day. I start to put my car in reverse, but I see Jacob standing behind my car, and Embry sadly walks over to the window, leaving Quil looking pensive on the porch.

I roll down my window and look Embry in the eyes, "Embry."

"I'm so sorry, y/n-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"Don't please, don't. I don’t want to know why you, of all people, stopped being my friend. You were like an older brother to me, and you just up and left. I am just here to drop off some of Quil's things that I had at my place. Then I am going home."

" Ok then, I won’t explain myself since you’re not ready. Just Y/n/n, he's a mess, seeing you would be good for him." Embry muttered softly

"What about me, Embry? I am also a mess. I never felt this heartbroken, not even when you and Jake stopped being my friends. And yes, that hurt Quil and I a lot. He doesn’t need me; he has you two to pick up the pieces. Do you know what it is like to go through heartbreak alone? News flash, Embry, it fucking sucks." I snap, turning off my car and unbuckling my seatbelt.

Embry opens my door for me, and I slowly get out of my car. I was just about to turn and close my door when Embry stopped me by pulling me into one of his famous best-friend hugs. I push him away slightly. I see the hurt that flashes in his eyes: “y/n/n, please just let him explain; this wasn’t our choice.” Embry said

“What do you mean it wasn’t your choice?” I questioned in anger

“I am going to let Quil explain; it’s not my place to tell. But just know I never wanted to stop being your friend; I was forced to, and I am sorry for going no contact. You were always the little sister I always wanted.” His expression is sad, but I can see in his eyes are telling the truth.

“So it wasn’t something I said or did?” I question

“No, it wasn’t; it was just how things had to be for a while.” This brings on a wave of emotions, and I feel the tears start to spill out of my eyes. Embry pulls me into another brotherly hug, and this time I don’t push him away; I let him comfort me like he used to when we were kids.

“You guys hurt me a lot; it’s going to take a while for me to forgive you.”

“I know Y/n/n, I just hope you can find it in you to forgive us.” He whispers.

After a few minutes, I pull myself together and pull away from Embry, wiping my eyes. I close my car door and go to the back door to pull out a box. "I will give you two some time," Embry says, walking away with Jake. I look at the ground, taking a deep breath before walking to the porch. I can't bring myself to look at Quil, so I settle for looking at his shoes in front of me.

"Uh, you left some of your things at my house. I thought I would finally bring them by." I put the box on the porch floor next to his feet and turn to walk away.

I am stopped by Quil's warm hand gently grabbing my arm, "Wait, y/n/n, please just, look at me," he pleads, voice cracking slightly.

I feel my eyes well up again at the pain in his voice. I close them before turning my body towards his, "What?" I ask as my gaze shifts into his own.

I see him freeze for a second before smiling at me sadly, "I have a lot of explaining to do. Would you let me? Please?" He asks, still holding on to my arm.

"You have fifteen minutes before I walk away, and I just want to know why," I state, sitting down on one of the bench chairs.

He sits down next to me, "Sam Uley made me break up with you for your own protection. I didn't choose to break up with you; I was ordered to because I wasn't stable enough yet. I want you to know that what I did that day was the hardest thing I have ever had to do."

"What are you talking about, Quil? Did Sam have a gun to your head?" I snap

"Y/n/n, the legends are true, I am a werewolf; I wasn't allowed to say anything or see anyone until I had control over my shifting. I am sorry for what I did to you. If I could ever make it right, I will do whatever it takes for you to not hate me."

"Quil, you hurt really bad, but I could never hate you. I love you far too much, but that doesn’t mean that we are just able to jump right back into things. I need time, and we will be starting off as friends again. I wouldn't mind giving us another shot eventually, but we would be starting from scratch and no more secrets about anything." I state, grabbing his hand in my own.

"I promise no more secrets, never. Hi, my name is Quil Ateara."

"It's lovely to meet you, Quil. I am Y/n."

“Would you like to come inside for a bit, maybe watch a movie, as friends, of course?” He asks, pointing behind him at the door.

“Do you have any popcorn, Quil?” I guess a movie couldn’t hurt if Embry and Jake were there; we all have a lot to go over.

“Movie theater style butter.” He responds with a smile as it is my favorite.

“That just so happens to be my favorite.” I gave him a small, sad smile as he remembered.

“Mine too. Come on, Jake and Embry are inside.” He motions to the door with his head before holding it open for me.

“Thank you.” I walk inside the familiar house and into the living room, where I see Jake and Embry sitting.

“Are you guys wolves too?” I questioned

“That is why we couldn’t talk to you; we had to protect you,” Jake responds.

“Well, just like I told Quil, we are starting everything over. I don’t forgive you guys yet. However, I do understand where you are coming from, but it doesn’t make the hurt I felt any less.”  I state as I sit down on the love seat next to the couch.

Quil comes in with two bowls of popcorn, and he hands me one before sitting down on the couch between Embry and Jake. “What movie do we want to watch?” Quil asks, going over to his grandpa’s DVD collection.

“The matrix?” I ask after eating a piece of popcorn.

“I’m down.” Embry agrees.

Jake is about to respond when his phone goes off, “Guys, I am really sorry I have to cut this short; Bella needs me for something.” I see Jake get up and run out of the house.

“Is he still hung up on her?” I questioned out loud.

“You have no idea.” They say at the same time.

“You guys will have to fill me in later, but for now let’s watch the movie before the popcorn goes cold,”  I state as Quil puts in the DVD and sits down by Embry.

“Y/n/n, can you see the tv ok from there?” Quil asks, “If not, you can sit on the couch with us.”

‘Yeah, we may be wolves, but we don’t bite.” Embry jokes before eating a handful of popcorn.

Smiling, I get up from my spot with my popcorn and sit down on the other side of Quil, “Here in case Embry eats all the popcorn.” I say, offering mine as Embry was famous for eating all of the movie snacks on movie.

“Hey, it’s not my fault it’s good.” He says in a defensive tone.

“It’s okie, Bry, I know you are on a see-food diet.” I giggle.

“But it’s popcorn, what do you mean?” he questions as my joke went over his head, but Quil gets it and laughs, “What? I want to be in on the joke too.”

“She’s saying that when you see food you can’t help but eat it, a see-food diet,” Quil explains, laughing.

“Real funny y/n/n,” Embry teases, throwing a piece of popcorn at me. I just laugh as Quil starts the movie.