DISCLAIMER- I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.

This story is in Paul's POV (it will contain lots of swearing, so be warned)

It was already a shitty day when Sam told all of us that we needed to go get Jacob for a pack meeting.

Why the fuck did all of us need to go wake up the damn baby alpha? It wasn't my damn problem that the pup overslept. I was the one who patrolled all fucking night so that he could get his beauty rest.

We stepped out of the clearing, looking at Jacob's small red shack he called a home, but I knew something was off. The girl was there. The leech lover.

I huffed in disgust as she came rushing out of the house, directly for us. I shook my head and felt the anger rising in me as this little leech-loving tiny girl pushed Sam directly in his chest.

"What did you do to him?!" She yelled. I was fed up with her already.

"What did we do? What did we do?! What did he tell you?!" I nearly growled at her, wanting to know how the baby alpha bypassed the damn alpha order Sam had passed out like fucking girl scout cookies.

"Nothing! He tells me nothing because he's scared of you!" She yelled, seemingly focused on my chest instead of my face. I couldn't help myself from laughing. Baby alpha, afraid of us?

Before I knew it, her eyes were staring right into mine and I felt the ground fall out from under me, not literally of course, but my whole sense of gravity was gone. Vanished into mid-air. I felt my whole being latch itself with a million steel cables to this tiny wisp of a girl standing in front of me. Fuck.

I didn't even have time to think about it though, because her hand was coming right at my face. I felt the impact, but it honestly felt like nothing, physically at least. She wasn't nearly strong enough to hurt me.

But something else inside me snapped. My wolf was pissed as fuck. I could feel my body vibrating and I knew I was going to phase, yet my mind was screaming at Sam to get her out of the damn way.

"Too late now." I vaguely heard Jared say to my right.

"Bella, move back now." I heard Sam say. Good. She needed to move. "Paul, calm down." Sam told me, but it was too damn late. I felt myself growling already.

Once I knew for sure that she was out of the way, I phased on the spot. I growled and bared my teeth. My wolf was angry. My imprint just hit me. Wait, WHAT?! Imprint?! Oh fuck no.

Now she was running away from us. More like running away from me. Really?

Fuck. I saw Jacob running out the door and he jumped right over Bella, phasing directly over top of her. That pissed me off even more. He could have hurt her.

Wait, when had I started referring to her as Bella instead of leech-lover? Oh right, when I FUCKING IMPRINTED ON HER.

"What did you just say?!" Great, just what I needed, baby alpha phasing in at just the perfect moment.

His wolf stood in front of me, ready to challenge me.

"Bring it on, pup." I thought back to him, ignoring his question.

He charged at me and we began to brawl, possibly breaking a few things in our path. Who the fuck cared? I always loved a good fight.

I had to admit the kid had gusto. Not that I cared, he fucking phased right over top of my damn imprint.

"FUCK" I'd thought it again as the kid bit down into my shoulder.

"There's no way you imprinted on Bella, no way." Jacob thought to me angrily as he continued to snap at me.

"Wanna see for yourself, baby alpha?" If my wolf could've smirked, I definitely would have. He growled when I replayed my memory of just how it felt to look into her chocolate brown eyes for the first time. Dammit why do I keep thinking that way?!

"It must be some type of sick joke! Bella would never be with someone like you." The thought made me furious. Or more like my wolf.

I began fighting back with a vengeance, showing him my superiority. He might have the alpha bloodline, but I'd been phased over a year. I knew how to handle myself. I was the best fighter we had.

I felt the shimmer of Sam phasing in and I cursed. I wouldn't get to tear baby alpha apart. At least not today.

"Both of you, stop, NOW." Alpha ordered and we were dead on our feet, my teeth still wrapped around the pup's leg, biting down. "Jake, phase out." Sam told him but he growled, not wanting to. "That's an order."

Jacob knew he couldn't fight it and finally phased out, leaving Sam and I to discuss things.

"Show me what happened." Sam ordered and I growled at him before replaying the whole scene another damn time. "You imprinted on her." Obviously.

"Who the fuck cares? I'm not going to do shit about it. She's a fucking lee—god fucking hell, why can't I even think bad about her? This is some fucked up shit, man." I grumbled, angry as hell now.

"You won't be able to resist the imprint pull, there's no use trying to fight it." Sam thought to me. The fuck I can't.

"I'm not going to let some damn supernatural soulmate bullshit dictate who my fucking life belongs to, boss. Not gonna happen." I told him straight up.

"I tried to fight it with Emily and you saw what happened. Do you want the same thing to happen with Bella, too?"

Not a goddamn chance I would hurt her. Fuck. Hadn't thought about that. Why the fuck did I even care? I just met the chick. But she's mine. I was fucked to hell.

"I'll just stay away, simple as that. Won't hurt her and won't hurt me." I argued before taking my chance to phase back before he could respond.

I hadn't even realized we'd managed to end up right next to Emily's house. She's inside. I scowled at the voice in my head.

"Apologize to her at least." Sam told me as he walked up beside me, heading toward the house.

I didn't say anything more as I walked inside, headed directly toward the plate of Emily's muffins.

I could smell her, and fuck if she didn't smell amazing. Like a fucking drug. I just wanted to soak it in and cover myself in it. Wait. What the fuck am I saying? Get it together, Paul.

I looked over my shoulder to her. She was watching me apprehensively. "Sorry." I muttered to her, obeying Sam's wishes as I flashed her one of my signature smirks.

I didn't look at her again while she was there, afraid my carefully constructed self-control would somehow fuck up. I could smell her the whole time and listen to her speak like music to my ears. But I wouldn't let myself look at her.

I left without a word shortly after she did and made my way to my house in the forest. I lived alone since my worthless piece of shit father left and my mom passed away. No one cared that I was only 17. I could take care of myself.

I took a hot shower and all I could think about was her. She invaded every one of my thoughts and it was driving me insane.

I felt this tight pulling in my chest and throughout the night, it got worse and worse. I couldn't sleep at all, and I was pissed the fuck off. I hadn't slept in nearly 48 hours.

I needed to follow the pull, but I didn't want to. What's the harm in it?

"Fuck it." I muttered to myself as I discarded my shorts and phased right out of my back door.

"What's wrong, bro? I thought you weren't supposed to patrol 'til tomorrow?" Thank fuck that Jared was the only one phased in.

"Nothing." I growled with my mind focused on getting to one place and one place only.

"Imprint getting the best of you?" Jared joked.

"Fuck you, Cameron." I yelled through my mind before focusing back to the task at hand. I made it to the woods outside of her house and the tug lessened to nearly bearable.

Did this shit have a fucking radius or something?

I heard her window open and her head popped out, looking directly where I was hiding behind the trees in the forest before she pulled her head back inside and closed the window.

There, I saw her, she's safe. I'm leaving.

As soon as I was a fucking mile away, I felt the damn tugging again. This time I pushed through it. I wasn't a damn lapdog. I'm certainly not going to camp out at her fucking house all night.

By the time I got home, the pain in my chest was hurting like hell, but I powered through it. Not that I got any sleep, but I at least rested my eyes for a little while.

A/N- Welcome to my new story!

This is a prequel to my one-shot Twenty Years Later (which will act as an epilogue to this story). The poem I have posted is also based on this story.

To those of you who are my avid readers already, I'm trying something new by writing in Paul's POV instead of Bella. I thought it would be cool to see an imprint through the wolf's POV and I absolutely love Paul. The way I wrote how he speaks and thinks (with all the swearing) is definitely based on my husband. I could totally imagine Paul saying and thinking these things.

Don't forget to check out my other Twilight stories! :)

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