Author: BoldBlondeBeautiful PM
Ryan was the unattainable dream of Jessica's teenage years. He didn't know she existed, but what happens when he saves her from a potentially deadly incident and he imprints? Will he deny the imprint or can there be a happily ever after for them?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,388 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 12-22-11 - Published: 12-18-11 - id: 2980557
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A huge thanks to everyone that alerted and reviewed the first chapter! I really appreciate it. Hope you like chapter 2, let me know what you think!
Also, I feel like I need to change the rating of this story to M due to the strong language I'm using for Ryan's character. I don't feel like he would be developed properly if I didn't use this language. Is it okay to still be under T or do I need to change it to M? Please let me know if you would!
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Jesus freaking Christ. I cannot believe I just fucking imprinted. I felt like tearing something to shreds, or at least knocking down a few walls. The shitty hotel I was currently charging through was not safe from my wrath.
But she was so perfect. She literally looked like an angel sent down from heaven. Golden blonde hair that seemed to go on for miles, huge doe blue eyes. Like I said, an angel. Too bad I was the fucking devil. There was no way in hell I was settling down. I didn't want to imprint. Back from where I'm from, I bang girls like I eat breakfast. EVERY day. I was not good for my beautiful Jess. She deserved better than the likes of me. I couldn't get her mixed up in the pack shit either. I wanted her to be blissfully unaware of the dangers that surrounded her. So I was going to deny the imprint, even if it felt like my heart was going to explode any second. The moment I sprinted away from her, my heart felt as though it had been set up into flames. I knew she experienced it too because of the bond we shared. It killed me that she was in pain, but I was doing this for her and I guess for myself as well.
I slammed my room door shut behind me and saw the bed shake violently. The chair that innocently sat in the corner of the room, was thrown to the other side in a matter of seconds. I hurled everything I could get my hands on just to desperately attempt to rid myself of this pent of frustration. I was pissed. Pissed at whoever decided it was my turn to become an imprinted pussy, pissed at myself for not being enough for Jess, and pissed at her because I knew I couldn't have her. One day, she would marry some douche bag and he would have her, forever. That thought alone, sent me into another fit of rage and the bed was flipped over at a dangerous angle. I knew if I didn't stop, someone would hear me and I would more than likely be escorted from this crap hole but I couldn't find it in myself to calm down. I just kept seeing her ever trusting eyes and adoration for saving her from that damn dune buggy.
I shook my head roughly, expelling any thoughts of what could have happened had I not been there when I was. She was okay, and that's all that mattered. I thought, trying to assure myself.
My wolf was clawing it's way up chanting, MINE. Our imprint. OURS. MINE. MINE. He was frantic to be near her again and I whimpered in agreement.
I steeled my resolve. I was the fucking alpha. I could do anything I wanted and I didn't want her. That was that, the end.
I wanted him, bad. Everywhere I went, I looked all around myself to see if he was nearby. But no luck yet. It was like he had vanished like a ghost. Gone in the wind.
I wanted to scream out of frustration! I couldn't believe the way I was feeling, there is no way to describe it. I didn't understand why all of the sudden it hurt to be away from him. My whole body was in pain. After a day of helpless searching for him, I holed myself up in the hotel room. Only eating when my mother forced the food down my throat. I felt like my regularly blissful life suddenly had no purpose. I didn't know what to do with myself. So I just slept.
I was in agony. Sheer, excruciating agony. If there was a way to kill myself right now, I would have gladly done it. I cursed my existence and I cursed the powerful wolf inside of me. It's that dumb mother fuckers fault I'm in this mess anyways. Maybe if I didn't have the ability to morph into an overgrown fucking dog and imprint on some girl, I wouldn't feel like ripping my head off my shoulders.
I had been in the hotel room, laying on the bed for I think three days now. My vacation was flying by and I didn't even give a shit. I could feel my girls pain through our link and all I wanted to do was run to her, gather her in my arms, and take away the hurt. But I couldn't.
The guys had come in every so often to check on me like I was a fucking four year old. I threw the night stand at Jake and told him to get the fuck out. I knew they were worried but fuck em, I didn't care.
My beta, Luke barged in about an hour later. "Get. The. Fuck. Up." He roared at me and flipped the lights on. "You're not going to lay on this bed anymore like a goddamn pussy."
"Fuck off." I groaned, my head buried in the pillows.
He yanked the covers away from my body, oh well, I run a toasty 104 degrees anyways, I didn't need them.
Next, he did something he probably shouldn't have, he flipped the fucking mattress over. My body toppled down to the floor, and I jumped back up, enraged. "If you value your life, you will put my bed back together and get the hell out." I bellowed.
He narrowed his eyes at me, "No."
None of my guys had ever blatantly disobeyed an order and it infuriated me. I charged at him and knocked to the floor, I punched him in the face and smirked when I heard the very satisfying crunch his nose made when my fist connected with it.
"Dude, what the fuck is your problem." He screamed, gripping his bleeding nose and popping it back into place.
"You disobeyed me, you little shit." I helped him up off the floor.
"Well someone needed to come in here and give you a good kick in the pants, the other guys were too chicken to." He told me. "If you're really that miserable, go fucking talk to her man."
"I can't." I told him miserably.
"Why the hell not?"
"Because this life is too dangerous for her, I can't let her get hurt. And I'm not enough for her, I'm no good dude. She needs better, no she deserves better." I said.
He looked at me stunned for a second, "Are you joking with me right now? My alpha, my fucking alpha, the bravest and toughest man I know is telling me this? Yeah, maybe you used to sleep around a lot but now that she's in the picture, you won't be doing that. I can already tell that you love her, go get her man." He thumped me on the back and for the first time in days I felt, hope.
Hope for Jess and I. Maybe it would work with us, maybe I could be a better man and I would always protect her. There was no fucking way anything was going to hurt her while I was around. No sir, not on my watch.
I told Luke thanks and apologized for his nose, even though it had already healed, super fast healing powers will do that you know.
I proceeded to jump in the shower, washing off all the grime and grease from not showering in three days, put on some decent clothes and set out to find the love of my life.
My mother had literally dragged me from bed this morning, not even caring about my cries of protest. She had told me to get the hell up or she would get me up. I shuddered to think of what she might have meant by that. My mom looked all sweet and innocent but she had her ways. Lord help the poor soul that dared to cross her.
After I had successfully gathered enough strength to get up, she had happily informed me that we would be doing a little bit of shopping. Her code for retail therapy. Usually, that would be the absolute best way to cheer me up, but even a new Juicy Couture purse couldn't transform my gloom and doom mood today.
I slumped around the various stores she forced me into and pretty much preformed like a mechanical Barbie doll, nodding when needed and saying yes and no when appropriate. I could tell she was getting frustrated, but what did I care. It was her fault anyways; she should have just left me to my misery.
I was thinking of ways that would get me out of this little adventure and allow me to get back to that big comfy bed. The only possible options I could come up with were fainting but I knew she would see through that one, stabbing myself with a clothes hanger but that would only put me in the emergency room, or chugging down a bottle of hand sanitizer which would again just put me in a hard hospital bed and then possibly the loony bin.
I was just about to go with choice 3 and down some nearby hand sanitizer when I felt a heated tap on my shoulder.
I spun around to come face to face with that same damnable wall of muscle as before. The source of my distress, was not two inches from me.
"Hi." He drawled down at me with a heart stopping grin.
I'm pretty sure a hole could have opened up in the ground and swallowed me whole and I wouldn't have even noticed because of the giant hunk of hotness standing in front of me.
My brain wasn't functioning properly so all I could manage to squeak out was, "Hello."
"You're Jess right? We live in the same town back home?" He asked.
My life was complete, he knew who I was. "Yeah I'm Jess, you're Ryan correct? You used to work at one of my favorite stores." I told him.
"Yeah I remember seeing you in there a few times. Hey listen, I was wondering if maybe you would want to hang out today? You know, maybe go hit up the beach with me or get some ice cream? I know there is a really awesome parlor down the street." He asked, almost pleading with his eyes for me to agree.
Could I say no to this Greek God? The answer to that question my friends is NO. Helllllll no I was not going to turn down a hang sesh with him. But I had to remain calm. Cool as a cucumber, with this in mind, my response was, "Sure."
After the word was out of my mouth, I could have slapped myself in the face. In fact, I mentally did. Sure? What the heck. My 4.0 GPA brain couldn't come up with something a bit more witty and intelligent than that. My response however, seemed just fine with the lovely picture before me because he smiled so widely I was positive his face would split in two. "That's great! Wow I didn't actually think you would say yes to me." He said and then grimaced heavily when he realized what he had just told me. I don't believe he had meant to say that out loud. I giggled and told my mom where we were going so she wouldn't fret, looped my arm through his, and strutted towards the ice cream shop feeling as though my world had suddenly become whole once again.
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