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𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 

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╰┈˚ · ° .   THE SUN WAS RISING WHEN I GASPED AWAKE. The feeling of the spell was still seeping through my bones, making them achy and uncomfortably scratching against my skin.

"I feel like I need to throw up." Was the first thing that I said. My throat felt dry, my tongue like lead in my mouth.

"Gross, gross."

"Not on me."

"Please don't."

"If you throw up, I'm gonna do it too."

From when the four girls were surrounding me, now they had all stepped as far as they could.

"Thanks for the concern, girls. I really appreciate it." I commented sarcastically, groaning in my hands.

"You're more than welcome." Kim grinned mischievously. When I looked at her, I could see the ashed tone her normal warm skin tone had taken. The rest of the witches were the same, and I was sure that if I would have to look in a mirror, I wouldn't have looked much better, probably even worse.

"Are you okay?" Layla asked when she finally saw that I wasn't on the verge of throwing up anymore.

"I feel like a bus ran me over." I said starkly.

"Not good, okay." She nodded to herself making me roll my eyes

amusedly, "Did it work? Did we break the bond?"

"It did." Maddison breathed out, there was a tinge of bitterness mixed with sadness as she let go of that part of her, "It's broken."

"What happened?" Amelia asked after a moment of silence, a moment to take in what we had done.

I opened my mind to them, whispering a single chant under my breath and suddenly all the encounters with Tayen, every world and every second, passed to them too.

"That was a lot."

I snorted loudly before falling into a fit of hysterical giggles.

"Did the spell mess with your brain?"

"Oh shit she went crazy."

"You girls are so sensitive, I swear." I huffed out the last of my giggles, burying my head in my hands, "I'm really tired."

"You spent the last what, ten hours, doing a spell. I'm pretty sure that it's normal." Maddison said softly, her fingers trailing into my hair, "You girls should rest."

My eyes were already closing as I sighed in confort, "I'm gonna fall asleep here if you don't stop doing this." I motioned lazily to her hand in my hair.

"What do you think 'You are magic, not a tool to wield it' means?" Layla asked.

"That I'm a powerful bitch and I should act like one." Amelia stated, her chin up with an air of superiority surrounding her.

"So you should act more bitchy than you usually are?" Kim snorted the question, "That is something that I do not want to see."

"I'm pretty sure the next possible step is stealing from kids." Maddison joined in the teasing.

"More so giving kids candies and then stealing them right under their noses."

"God, Mia." I laughed, "What the hell."

"Maybe it means stop hiding? Like to be more present and not just use magic for a few things?" Layla suggested.

"Maybe," I yawned around the world, "Maybe it's something else altogether, but you are right, we need to be more present and not just stay there on the sidelines."

A beat of silence passed when we let the subject drop before Layla was speaking again, "We did it Maddi." she said quite tiredly, laying her head over Maddison's shoulder "We can start to be happy again now."

"Thank you." The girl whispered close to tears.

"We are a family. More, we are a coven. We protect each other. Always." Amelia told her, uncharacteristically sweet. The sleep deprivation and the tiredness of the spell was catching up with all of us.

"We should go back." But even as she said this, Kim still didn't get up.

We were all leaning against each other in a circle, comfortable enough to not move an inch. We were here together, our coven, sisters. Happy.

"Yeah, we should really go back."

We didn't. We fell asleep there atop of each other in the comfort of our coven and the sacred space around us.

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╰┈˚ · ° .  There was a hole in my gut as I watched the two shifters accept their diplomas on the small stage in the auditorium, it got worse and worse as the day progressed on.

Paul wasn't even looking at me. He wasn't shouting, he wasn't even glaring, he had ignored me for the entire day, and when I tried to approach him, he turned around, ignoring my presence all together. From the perspective of someone that didn't know him as well as I did, one would've thought that nothing was wrong with him. He was smiling, charming people left and right, he was coming alive underneath the stroboscopic lights of the party and glowing at the attention that he was receiving by the quickly growing crowd around him. But I knew him, and there was a set to his jaw, his eyes twitching at the corners, and his shoulders were a bit too tense.

People gravitate around him naturally. They always did. Everyone was aware of his temper, that was no secret, but I always thought that it just aided in everyone's eyes to make him more enticing. He knew how to keep the crowd's attention, his smile always a slightly sharp and twinkling eyes were weapons, like his beauty. He had confidence, an ego that was only fomented by his magnetic charisma, and sweet honey dripped from his tongue as he spoke, keeping attracting people to him like bees searching for the sweet nectar. And of course, much to my great annoyance, Paul appeared like the type of guy that many girls couldn't get enough of, couldn't help but want.

Fuck me, because his charm had worked on me too in someways.

There were few people too close to him, leaning towards him with every word he spoke.

Everything was just contributing to feeding that hole in my gut. Jealousy was such a bitter emotion, and I had never felt it as much as I did when I recognized the girl that I knew had been with him before he phased.

I trusted him, I really did. But I was looking at him with them, and I was here simmering in my emotions. And my own doubts and negative thoughts weren't helping.

The last straw for my poor heart had been when he looked back at his ex with that smile of his.

Numb, numb, numb, you don't feel anything, anything at all, I spoke in my mind drowning in one big sip whatever the hell I had in my cup. I turned around directing myself to the kitchen to fill it up again, I would need more than just one simple drink.

I passed by Amelia on my way there—who was flirting with a girl—and Leah who was glaring at the back of the air witch's head.

Not my problem, not tonight.

I filled my cup once again, adding more vodka and less whatever soda I first saw, chugging it all in one go before re doing the same steps.

"Thirsty?"

"Pissed off." I replied to the boy who had spoken. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Ash blond ringlets were falling over his alabaster cheeks—the telltale sign that the boy was not part of our tribe.

"Who the hell are you?" Tipsy Beatrice is not a friendly one, alright.

The stoic boy raised an eyebrow, "Spencer Hargrove."

"And what exactly are you doing here?" He stood out like a sore thumb with his light skin and ash blond hair. I had never seen him before in my life, not even in Forks.

"I just moved here, my father is about to remarry, do you need the whole story or are we good? What's your name?"

"Beatrice Uley." I smiled for the first time that night. "I like you."

"I'm gay."

"And I have a boyfriend." I deadpanned, "I'm not hitting on you."

"Better to be safe than sorry." He delivered the line without an ounce of amusement. His dry humor was actually entertaining and I found myself chuckling. "Are you trying to drown yourself in vodka?" he asked after another cup was emptied in my mouth.

"Pretty much, yeah."

He snatched the bottle from my hand, "I'll make you something better then whatever the hell you are drinking."

"Who did your father marry?" I asked.

"You are nosy, did anyone tell you that before?"

I nodded my head with a mischievous smirk, "Many times. My brother most of all."

Spencer huffed a dramatic tired sigh, "Catelin Grant."

I whistled, impressed that someone finally melted the ice exterior around Catelin Grant's stern heart. "She is a good woman." I commented.

"She is. They seem happy. " he said monotonously, finally finishing the two drinks and handing me one. "How much do you think I should stay at this party so that my future step-brother can't whine about me leaving too early?"

"You do look like you are being tortured." I bit my lips to hide my amusement as the boy looked around him with distaste.

"Some guy already spilled all his drink on my pants, I think an hour is enough." he looked at his phone to check the time, "Which will end in about 10 minutes."

"You really need to get loose." I chuckled at the expression of indignation on his face. He looked even worse than Layla and we had to literally drag her here.

"I just don't like people and loud music and these lights are making my eyes hurt."

I couldn't help the laugh that followed, "Oh yeah, I really like you. I think I'm going to keep you around."

"Thanks but no."

"You remind me of my best friend." I said, ignoring how I had accidentally slurred the words slightly.

"Then you already have someone like me in your life, no need for another."

"The more the merrier." His lips were twitching, as if he wanted to smile but was forcing himself to no to. I was grinning, forgetting about my problems for a second. But the second ended soon when an arm was draped over my shoulders, the hand possessively grabbing the nape of my neck. "

"Who the fuck are you?" Paul asked. Gone was the carefree charming guy that I had seen ten minutes ago. He was angry, seething.

"What is with everyone asking me that question?" Spencer asked, rolling his eyes not caring about the anger in my boyfriend's tone.

"We all knew each other. The Rez is not that big." I replied, grinding my teeth annoyed at Paul's actions. Suddenly I was sober again. I scoffed internally, now he wanted to acknowledge me?

Spencer looked between Paul and I and raised an eyebrow ignoring my boyfriend's anger that spiked when the new boy's glance fixed on me with a silent question.

I nodded my head. Yes, everything is good. He is not some random asshole grabbing me. Just an asshole.

"Guess my ten minutes are finally done and I can go back home." Spencer straightened his posture, "See you around Beatrice." He didn't wait for any reply before walking steadily away.

The possessive hold on my nape increased until his fingers were in my hair dragging forcefully my head back so he could look at me, "Who that fuck was that, Little Arsonist?"

"Like you care." I spit out, heart clenching in my chest. I hated this, I hated this so much. When I felt my eyes water, I tried to yank myself away without any result, "Let me go." I said, I didn't want to cry in front of him.

"Why? So you can follow after him?" He was so close to me that I could feel his breath against my lips. "Who the fuck was that?"

I clenched my teeth, "None of your business."

A growl formed in his chest, and before I could blink, he was dragging me out of the house. The backyard was filled with even more people then inside, a bonfire lit in the middle. "Paul." I called his name. He didn't stop nor replied, "Paul!"

He stopped suddenly, "Just come with me Beatrice."

I turned my chin up, "Only because I want to." When we reached the entrance to the forest, I turned towards him, pride evaporating to rage."What the hell is wrong with you?" I was so fucking angry, that I felt like I was about to explode. "You have been ignoring me all day, actually for a week. You literally turned around this morning when I tried to talk with you. You have been flirting all night whoever the fuck you had in front of you. You don't get to be angry because I was talking with someone."

He looked so taken aback by my words that he literally stumbled back a step, "Who the hell was I flirting with?"

"This? This is what you decided to say?!" I shouted, anger rushing to my cheeks making them warm to the touch. "Everyone! You have been flirting with everyone all night. Whoever was the closest to you, even your fucking ex!" My chest heaving up and down, as I tried to expel my rage through my words.

"I wasn't flirting with anyone!" he yelled back, "Why would I fucking need to flirt with someone when-" He spoke bitterly, he didn't even finish his phrase, catching himself at the end.

This time I had to prepare myself as I asked the question. I was so fucking afraid at the reply that I thought my heart was going to stop beating altogether. "Do you want to break the bond too?" I asked. Please, please, please, say no. "Is this why you are avoiding me? I get it, you know, it's nothing something you choose, I'm not-"

His hand was shoved against my mouth cutting me off, my back pushed against a tree, the bark biting into my skin, "Don't even fucking dare to think that I would ever, ever want that." His body was pressed hard against mine, his scent of embers, leather and the wild forest pervading my sense of smell. His mahogany eyes were everything that I could see. "This is why I'm so fucking angry with you. It's not a possibility. It's not, do you hear me? You are fucking mine, Beatrice. My wolf—I hate the fact that you are touching the imprinting bond to break it up even if it's not ours. The fact that it can happen, that you could break it, it makes me go feral, because you can't. You can't touch it, it's mine, I'm not giving it up, never, I'm not giving you up." Him, his wolf, were confused, breaking Jacob's imprinting with Maddison with ours. I knew that rationally he knew, but it was all instinct.

"I need you to understand." I whispered pleadingly, "I need you to understand why I needed to do it, Paul."

"I can't." he clenched his jaw, leaving his forehead against mine.

"I'll ask you a question." I said, trying to control my treacherous body that only wanted his lips on mine at that moment, "Would you kiss someone that is not me?"

Paul staggered back as if I had slapped him, his face contorting in disgust, "What the fuck?!"

"It's hypothetical." I clarified. "Just try to actually think if you could ever kiss someone else. Please." I think that pleading with him was actually what made him ponder on my question for more than a second, but it only took him two for him to shiver in revulsion.

"Fuck no and don't ask me to think about it again. I'm not kissing anyone that is not you."

I couldn't help but smile even if I tried to suppress it, I really loved him. "You just gave yourself the reason why breaking Jacob's imprint on Maddison is a good idea." he looked lost, trying to understand what I was implying, "You can't even think about kissing someone else, Paul, and he did it. Jacob kissed Bella. He wanted it more than he had ever wanted Maddison. It's not right. Not for her and not even for him."

He stayed silent, opening and closing his mouth for a few moments before sighing, "I don't like this." he said, still feeling quite on edge. "I don't like this at all but I don't want to talk about this anymore. Not now." He came closer until I was trapped against the tree and his body, dropping this subject altogether, "You still have to tell me who was that guy before?"

I rolled my eyes, dropping my head against the trunk, "This again? I can bring out the fact that your ex was almost in your lap before."

"I was standing. And she is not my ex, just someone that I saw a few times."

"Like that makes it better." I scoffed sourly. Jealousy, jealousy... How much I hated it.

He rolled his eyes with a clench in his jaw, "I never saw him, who is that?"

I wanted to make him tick, I wanted to see him angry. With a spark of mischief in my eyes, I leaned forward so that my lips brushed against his for a moment, "Just someone that I saw a few times." I spoke innocently.

I saw his eyes darken with uncontained rage before his lips crashed with the strengths of a wolf against mine. Devouring my mouth, his tongue lapping at mine, submitting it to follow his lead as he took, took, took.

"Did you already forget who you belong to?" he grounded out, snarling like a wolf, his hand grabbing my chin harshly to make me look at him, and him alone.

"I don't know, my love, you tell me." Oh yeah, there was nothing that I loved more than making him look like he did now. Pushing his every button, making him snap. Head clouded with lust as the name of endearment fell from my lips, and rage from my not so lighthearted teasing.

He stepped back, another one, his chest having with his breathing, eyes sharp like a predator. "Run, Little Arsonist."

My pupils were wide with arousal, lust and sin, I was only half understanding what he was asking me to do. "What?"

"I said. Run." He clenched his hands on his sides as if he was afraid that he was going to reach for me before he wanted.

I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest, lips tugging into a smirk, "Are you sure you can catch me?"

He let out a breathy laugh that dripped with malice and sin, "You are not getting out of this forest without my cum dripping from your pussy, and hips bruised by my fingers. Run, Little Arsonist, go as far as you can before I'll catch you."

One second, two, three, and then my feet were slamming against the ground as I ran away as fast as I could.

Running. running, running. My feet brought me deeper into the forest, my ears attuned to every sound, every rustle of leaves, the wind, the animals.

I could see little to nothing, the roots of the trees making me stumble one too many times that made me wish to have earth magic on my side. I couldn't use fire to light my way or risk him seeing it also.

My heart was beating loudly in my ears, harsh breaths escaping my lips as I ran, ran, ran.

My skin was covered with goosebumps, shivers traveling down my spine. This was...hot. I could feel my own wetness already drenching my panties. I loved it.

I don't know how much I ran, but I couldn't do it anymore. I stopped suddenly, bending slightly to catch my breathing.

Paul's feet were silent, I couldn't hear him at all until a branch snapped under his feet right behind me.

I was not going to get catched that easily. Not without a fight at least.

I called the magic burning in my core casting a simple spell of invisibility to cloak me. I waited a minute, two before I saw him looking as if that run that almost took one of my lungs was nothing but a light jog.

Oh, that fucker.

"You can't hide from me, Little Arsonist." He spoke lowly, a gruff tone forcing itself out of his throat. I had the sudden impression that the wolf inside of him was really liking this, coming out closer to the surface underneath his skin. I saw his nostrils flare his sharp grin catching the light of the moon, "I know you are here. I can smell you. I can smell how fucking wet you are."

I'm gonna kill him. After we fucked, that is.

I let the spell fall away as I pushed us both on the ground catching him by surprise. I catched his wrist in my hands, my legs and weight doing the work to block his body. "Got you." I smiled. I knew that it could have worked on a human, for him, it was more for the surprise. Paul was a wolf, his strength was supernatural. I didn't care if my glory lasted less than a minute, I had still bested him.

I was straddling his waist, feeling all his hardness trapped between us, "Next time I'll let you ride me." Paul said before turning our positions around, and my hands were suddenly pressed against the ground.

It was all instinct, rode hard by the chase and high sexual environment when he yanked away my clothes reducing them in tatters. There wasn't softness, only primordial instincts.

I buckled my hips when I felt the material of my underwear give away, The elastic band snapping against my skin making me hiss. Suddenly my head was pushed down, and it wasn't until my cheeks were pressed against the ground that the hand left and returned to my hips.

I could see him from my peripheral view. Naked as I was, the moon reflecting against his warm tawny skin, eyes locked on my drenched cunt with a purr vibrating in his chest, his left hand caressing the bite that he scarred on my hip.

With one hard thrust he pushed inside of me, stars dancing behind my squeezed shut lids. I screamed at the intrusion, more wetness coating my thighs. Fuck, fuck.

I clawed at the ground, dirt under my fingernails as I braced myself from the pain. I was wet but he was big enough for the stretch to hurt.

He snapped his hips against mine again and again, snarls leaving his lips. And when I tried to move with him, I was pushed down, his hand connecting with my cheek before he grabbed my hips to prevent me from moving any further.

This was him, his. Paul fucking me into submission and I fucking loved it.

There was no time, only pain and pleasure mixing together with his hard thrusts and savage movements.

I was taking and taking everything that he gave me, and I cummed twice, maybe more I didn't know, everything was a blur.

I was gasping for breath, choking on my moans that had no sound at all when he emptied himself inside of me, pushing the gushing cum that dripped down my tights mixing with my own juices back into my cunt.

He collapsed next to me. "Fuck." I heard him say it but I was too tired to even think.

"Paul." I mewled when he grabbed me and turned me on my back. He couldn't go at it again, right?

He gently shushed me and I felt his lips on mine for a brief second.

I felt tears prickle my eyes when I heard the whispered words that said against my skin, or how he left sweet kisses all over my face and neck.

"You won't leave me right?" I find myself asking the raw question that haunted me. Naked in body as with my feelings.

He stopped for a second coming eye to eye with me, "Never." He reassured, brushing away the fallen tear. " You are my everything." He said, forehead attached to mine, "Always remember what I told you, Beatrice. You are what the word love means to me." 

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone! 

Okay, from the beginning! The girls are so cute omg, can I have a friendship like that in real life please! 

Spencer Hargrove hello! Who are you my guy?? Yes, he will be a recurring character in his fic. If you don't mind the spoilers, go ahead to the character page (Second one) in the beginning of this book! You will see the new characters that I added for this fic. In total there are three which I hope you'll learn to love as I do! 

Paul and Beatrice doing the deed in the forest because primal kink is real and I love to read about it! (I know that we all love it, let's be honest) I learned that I can not write light smut apparently. 

A surprise for the next chapter. Little spoiler. We have a new pov unlocked!

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

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