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╰┈˚ · ° .  MY HEART BEAT AT THE TEMPO OF A WARNING SIREN, thudding in my chest in an ache that spread all over my body.

The blood had long dried on my hand and lip, my left arm on which I landed on hurted like crazy, from the quick look that I had taken, the bruises were soon gonna bloom— but I felt nothing... I could only focus on the sound of my heart as it beated crazily in my chest. I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to believe. The action of my mother had been long forgotten at that second as another stone dropped on me that night.

What I had heard, what I had understood... It took a single moment and my life was forever changed. I wasn't supposed to know it yet, I wasn't supposed to find out like that, but I did, and I was frozen, I couldn't move, my eyes could just stare at the quick darkening forest in front of me as I sat on the steps of the backyard of my home.

"You are doing it on purpose!"

I had just arrived on Kim's driveway when I heard Jared's voice coming from inside. The living room of the Caldwewll residence was made with many sliding doors, one of them just on the right side of the couch was open— barely, but enough for the voices to be carried outside.

Jared and Kim were laying on the couch, as the earth witch tried to get closer to her boyfriend with a blinding bright grin on her lips, he blocked her from coming any closer with his arm, a fake pout on his lips.

"But I love it, and you love it too! I know you do!" Kim laughed, her hair falling on her back as she tilted her head. Her laugh was contagious and made my lips twitch upwards. She laughed with her whole body, feeling it from the inside.

I was mesmerized by the scene of complete happiness, the air was light in that moment, lifting slightly the heavy weight from my arms.

"Admit it that you are doing it on porpoise, Flower."

"Never!"

"Fuck-" I mumbled, passing a hand on my face. I had suddenly remembered that even if I had gone to her house, I had bolted out there before she could even talk nor see me.

I fished the phone from my bag, noticing dozens of messages from said girl, others coming from the other girls, some even of my brother. None of him. Not that I was expecting them, he had both a shift for patrolling and at work.

I replied with a single message to the earth witch, not going into details but apologizing from my missing presence and promising to help her another day before the phone was returned completely off.

"But-" Kim had said, her eyes holding a softness that made even me melt. "I will admit that I love when you purr."

"You had already admitted that." he tried to sound annoyed, but Jared was everything but that with the way he was gazing at her totally and hopelessly in love.

And then, my heart skipped a beat at the following sound.

"It's yours, only yours" Jared said to his imprint, his chest began to vibrate in a similar way that Paul did when we were together, "You can make me purr whenever you want."

Purr. That was purring. But wolves could do it only for one person, their imprint.

For a second I thought that I was mistaken, that they were two completely different sounds, but no, even if at a different pitch, sounding almost completely different— the purr were different from wolf-to-wolf from what I knew— the similarities were unmistakable.

And without a doubt, at that moment, I understood what had been under my nose for months.

Paul imprinted on me.

Maybe it was the day that made everything feel worse—I definitely wasn't feeling the best— but there was a knot coiled tightly in my gut that spoke louder than any words. Betrayal.

I wasn't mad at him for imprinting on me, he couldn't choose it, I was mad because he had months to tell me but keep it a secret— even if we were in a relationship. That hurt the most. Because I lov—

My train of thoughts got cut off as a silver furred wolf emerged from the shadows of the forest, his mahogany eyes holding a glint as the slowly rising moon shined its lights in them. His nose twitched, the topper lip lifting into a snarl and revealing the row of sharp teeth. He was gone for a second before the man took the place of the animal.

The blood. He had smelled the blood. It was only then that I remembered the wounds. They were all superficial, small cuts and a few bruises, but it was who had made them that stinged more. I brushed those thoughts away focusing on one problem at a time.

In silence he stalked forward with the grace of a raging predatory. His shoulder lifted with his increased breathing pattern, trembles shook his entire body, anger barely contained. His eyes scanned my face, he titled my chin showing him better the sure cut cheek— that damn wedding band and engagement ring had sure done some damage.

"Who did this to you?" He breathed out through a growl that was all his wolf. "Tell me, Beatrice. Why is your lip and cheek cut? You still have fucking glass in your skin!" He took my hand— the one with the small cuts from the glass— making me winch when he touched the area of the bruises. His gaze moved back to me when I flinched, before he shoved up the sleeve of my—his— hoodie revealing the red spot that was quickly blending into a bluish-purple bruise as more time passed, "I'll kill them. Who was it?"

"You imprinted." Words that had nothing to do with what he had asked me. Those were the only things I could muster to say.

Paul freezed, as if caught off guard by my words. Even his rage simmered down slightly, at least enough to not make him tremble as much and be on the verge of phasing into his wolf.

"You imprinted." I repeated, cold, hollow words. I had no strength to even be angry. I wanted to go back to that morning, when we were in bed together and we were smiling, laughing, and kissing. "You imprinted on me."

"Beatrice–"

"All this time, and it was just because you imprinted."

"No-"

"Did you wish it wasn't me? Is that why you never told me?" I asked him, breaking my own heart in the process.

Paul sighed, clenching his jaw, "You didn't want it." He said, "You never wanted someone to imprint on you, if you remember correctly you and Amelia said that you would turn anyone that dared to imprint on you in fur carpet, that speak loudly on how much you wanted this."

"Don't put this on me." I snapped, "We are in a relationship for fuck sakes, I want you!"

Paul shook his head."It's different."

"How!"

"Because you are like the air that I need to breathe! I would cut my own heart to give it to you if you only wished for it. This is not a simple relationship, you are my fucking everything!" He looked defeated, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, shoulders slumping afterwards his shout.

He was right, it wasn't the same. This was so much more and he was right, I would have run as far away from him as possible– at first— but I would have come back because it was him.

Now I couldn't get past how he lied to me while starting a relationship knowing that I was his forever. I was scared and hurt. But I was back to the beginning, I was not letting anything show. I guess it has always been a defense mechanism after all.

"Don't do this, please."

"I can't talk with you right now." I told him. This hurt more than whatever I would have.

"Beatrice..."

"I can't. Just– just leave me alone."

A second— two passed in complete silence before he nodded his head. I caught the stray tear that he brushed away with his hand from his cheek, and then he was talking, "I understand, I'll leave now but I'm not going away, I'm not leaving you, little arsonist."

That made so much of a relief course through me that made me almost feel lighter. Abandonment issues— apparently were a thing in the Uley family.

Paul took a step closer, then another until he could cup my cheek in his bigger hand— the one that wasn't hurt— and he kissed my temple, lingering there as much as he could. He hesitated a second when he moved back, gaze moving to my cheek and hand, he didn't want to leave, most of all when I was hurt. His wolf was fighting him on the decision, I could see it clearly but I needed space and he understood that.

Paul sighed a pained breath, and then he was gone, his clothes ripping as he shifted into his wolf.

My legs trembled and before I could fall, I sat down on the stairs. Moments later a howl pierced through the air and my brother arrived minutes after, catching me in the safety of his arms as my heart ached for the wolf that had imprinted on me.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

Beatrice finally knows, of course she found out in a very traumatic days and in a not so happy way because I really can't have anything good happen to my characters I guess. They need to always suffer before the happy ending. I guess I wasn't liking the November air lol, sorry. (The fact that it was November while I wrote this makes it even more real tbh, I hate November with all my heart) 

Anyways, how many broken hearts? Mine definitely is.

The parts in italics are the flashbacks of what happened in between this chapter (8) and the one before this (7) btw, I hope you easily got that!

Thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Tuesday!

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