Disclaimer: While the wonderful characters of Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, this story is based on original characters that I've created. Please do not copy anything without my permission.

This story is Rated M. Per site rules, if you are under 16, you shouldn't be reading this story. It will contain strong language and adult themes. There will also be some dark themes in this story which might be uncomfortable for some readers. You have been warned.

Other Notes

1) While I typically stick to writing in one POV, this story will contain five. And as this story is about my original characters, I'd really like your feedback.

2) This story is the fifth of my Imprint Saga. The others are, in order: First Imprint (Sam's Story), Early Imprint (Quil's Story), Forbidden Imprint (Embry's Story), and my story that's still in progress, Absent Imprint (Leah's Story). I've also written two one-shots, Tempted Imprint (Collin's POV) and Apologetic Imprint (Paul's POV). While you don't have to read these stories to understand the characters and concepts I've created, it might help you as all my stories are connected. You might find it helpful to have at least read Early Imprint.

Children of Characters

Sam and Emily (Young) Uley – Nate & Gracie

Jacob and Renesmee (Cullen) Black – Gabe & Meena (twins)

Paul and Rachel (Black) Wakeh – Devlin & Sean

Embry and Rebecca (Black) Call – Luke & Maggie

Quil & Claire (Young) Ateara – Kayley

Jared and Kim Becknell – Hanna and Hayley (twins)

Collin and Lindsey Paden - Expecting

And children from three of the seven unnamed wolves from Breaking Dawn:

Mac and Olivia Pachena – Jason, Lucy, Joe, Alison

Rafe and Manda Elwah – Arabella, Taurin, Maya

William Samson – Kyran

Stormy Imprint (Second Generation)

My only love sprung from my only hate. To early seen unknown and known to late. Prodigious birth of love it is to me. That I must love a loathed enemy.

Romeo & Juliet

William Shakespeare

Chapter 1 – Wedding Heard Around The World

April 29, 2023

Nate's POV

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked Devlin Wakeh and watched him jump.

We were in the kitchen of the reception hall pigging out on leftover food. Earlier today, I watched my cousin, Claire Young, get married to the love of her life, Quil Ateara. Those two had been through hell together, but they'd made it and now were joined forever in the bonds of holy matrimony.

Claire had lived with my parents, Sam and Emily Uley, since she was 15. In the five years she had stayed with us, she had become an older sister to me. I was glad for the happiness she had finally found with Quil.

And yet, I'd been feeling unsettled all day, but couldn't put my finger on why. There was a nagging at the base of my neck that wouldn't ease up. I decided to solve my restlessness by doing what I did best…eating. But Dev's fidgeting was getting on my already agitated nerves.

Devlin was the son of Paul Wakeh, a former wolf. He was also the great-great grandson of Ephraim Black, thanks to his mother Rachel's side of the family. He had phased a few months ago and joined the pack.

For all intents and purposes, Devlin could have been our Alpha. It was in his blood after all. But the rightful heir, his uncle Jacob Black, had turned his back on the Quileute pack a long time ago. We don't pick and choose who becomes Alpha. The power has to develop naturally. And the power was never given to Devlin. Instead, I got it.

My father had been the first wolf of his generation and was made Alpha by the powers that be. When Jacob had refused to accept his rightful role, my father retained his Alpha power which I then inherited. My pack was a mix of older wolves from my father's generation and newer wolves from mine.

It was funny. The Uleys were never supposed to be Alphas. It shouldn't have been my responsibility. But after Jake imprinted on a half vampire named Renesmee Cullen, his fate and mine had pretty much been sealed.

Jake had broken off from my father's pack before I was born and created a new one, although that pack had dissolved several years ago. Jake and his family were currently living in Vermont with the Cullen coven, though he and his wife Renesmee came back for the wedding. I knew he had a couple of kids who'd also come back with them.

Apparently, I used to follow Jake's daughter around when I was a kid, but I didn't remember her. Neither she nor her twin brother had made an appearance at the wedding, though I'd overhead Jake say that both were expected at the reception. I rubbed the back of my neck as my restlessness got worse. Maybe my uneasiness was due to the fact that Jake's half-breed family was running around on my rez. Although they weren't full leeches, vampires, especially Cullen vampires, weren't exactly welcome here even with our truce.

The Cullens were the reason a majority of my father's generation changed into wolves in the first place. Anytime a leech was around, it triggered the magic in our blood which caused us to phase. Though the Cullens moved away years ago, we still had bloodsuckers occasionally come to the area. Thanks to the Volturi bringing a large group of "witnesses" to Forks to see Renesmee Cullen when she was a baby, the area had seen more than its share of bloodsuckers over the years. The witnesses liked the woodsy region and came back from time to time.

And it was up to me to protect the land. Shortly after I'd phased, my father's Alpha powers went dormant and I inherited the throne at the ripe old age of 15. My father and the other pack members were startled by how much power I'd been given. I didn't get it myself, but they said they could "feel" my power.

I knew I was physically strong, stronger than any of the other wolves including my dad. And I knew I could command easily…not that I ever used that power. The only time I used my Alpha power was to stop Quil Ateara from killing a man who had physically attacked Claire. Quil was acting in the heat of the moment, and I didn't think he'd want murder on his conscience so I had stopped him.

I hadn't even really "ordered" him. I told him to stop and he dropped to the ground, but I didn't feel any heady rush of power when I'd made the request. My father said he could always feel it when he used the Alpha power. I sometimes wondered what would happen if I ever did use my full ability. Even in human form people reacted to me. Case in point, when I asked Devlin what the hell his problem was, he had immediately flinched. I softened my tone as I looked at him again.

"Seriously dude, you've been jumpy ever since the wedding," I tried to joke. I looked cautiously at Claire's brother Nick who had joined us in pigging out on the leftovers.

I lowered my voice and said in a tone only Devlin could hear, "Did you imprint or something?"

Imprinting wasn't as uncommon as it was once rumored to be. Put a bunch of wolves together at another wolf's wedding, throw in a bunch of women, and imprinting usually occurred.

"No," Devlin answered immediately…it was a little too quick actually. I frowned at his response.

He was really acting weird. Maybe he was finally acting his age. Devlin was one of the youngest wolves in our history. He was technically 11, though he was a few months shy of his 12th birthday.

The youngest wolf ever was Ryan Spencer, my sister's imprint. He had only just turned 11 when he phased the first time. Ryan was one of seven wolves who changed when the Volturi came to Forks to attack the Cullens. Ryan was 29 now, but looked to be in his early 20s. Though thanks to my sister's poor treatment of him lately, his face was beginning to show a lot of strain.

When Ryan was 15, he and his family moved across the country. When he turned 18, he moved back to La Push, saw my sister Gracie for the first time when she was three, and imprinted on her. They had always been extremely close. Ryan worshiped Gracie and she'd always felt the same way about him. Things changed between them when I phased for the first time. My sister and I had been arguing that day over something stupid. Now I'm for the most part a pretty laidback guy, but for some reason I got really pissed that day. Before I knew it, I had phased.

My father had been coming back from patrol when he'd run into me. I had tried to attack him in return. It wasn't that I wanted to hurt him. I was acting on pure instinct. I was an Alpha in the presence of another Alpha. Two Alphas can't be near each other without wanting to kill one another. My father had read my thoughts and immediately phased back to his human form. It hadn't been enough to stop me from wanting to attack him though. I had been about to lunge when Ryan had phased and moved protectively in front of my dad. Ryan and the rest of the pack had then explained to me what was going on.

But my sister had witnessed all of it. Her brother, father, and more importantly, her best friend Ryan, had all burst into large, furry, snarling beasts right in front of her. She'd been hysterical and even my mother's comforting embrace couldn't calm her. It took weeks for her to even look at me and my dad again.

Unfortunately for Ryan, she wouldn't have anything to do with him. Today was the first day I had seen any sort of softening in her attitude towards him in the eight months since I'd first phased. Gracie had been paired up with Ryan for the wedding party, so she didn't really have a choice but to acknowledge him. I hoped it was a step in the right direction though. Patrolling with Ryan right now was a pain in the ass. His thoughts were constantly consumed by Gracie, which was just a tad bit uncomfortable for me.

Thank God they weren't dating yet. If they ever got over Gracie being a shit and moved on to the next phase of their imprint, I'd have to schedule Ryan and me to patrol on different shifts. No freaking way was I going to be in his head if he and Grace had just spent a day making out…or worse!

My disturbing thoughts were suddenly distracted when I caught scent of the most incredible smell I had ever encountered. It was a mix of forest and wildflowers. It was addicting and overpowering at the same time. I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the food in front of me. The restless feeling was getting worse, and I began to feel sharp tugs on the base of my spine. I rubbed my back, but the nagging didn't ease up. I wanted to leave the kitchen. I wanted to go into the reception area. The urge was too strong and I finally gave into it.

"I'm going to get back to the party," I told Nick and Devlin.

Nick was busy shoving food in his mouth and only nodded. Devlin was playing with the olives on his plate with a frown. I'd seriously have to figure out what the hell was wrong with him later. For now, I had to get back to the reception. I felt like I had an invisible lasso tied around my waist, and I was being pulled in that direction. As I walked into the room, I saw Quil and Seth Clearwater standing together and I walked over to them.

"So you guys clean out the kitchen?" Quil asked once I joined them. I laughed in response.

"Almost…I left Devlin and Nick to finish off the rest. I just felt like I had to be out here. The feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, so I decided to come and check things out."

"Any reason why you were feeling that way?" Quil asked me with concern.

I went to answer, but as I turned my head I caught sight of the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. She had dark brown hair that went past her shoulders and eyes that sparkled like bright green emeralds. She was laughing at something and threw back her head. Her laughter was like music to my ears. My eyes immediately flew to the man she was talking to, quickly scoping out my competition. My body relaxed when I saw it was Jacob Black. He was sitting next to his wife Renesmee.

I turned my attention back to the girl. The lights from the room changed her luscious locks of hair into liquid bronze. I wanted to feel its texture underneath my fingers. I couldn't look away.

"Nate? You in there?" I heard Seth ask.

I shook my head, trying to clear it from the daze I was now feeling.

"Who's that girl with Jacob?"

"That would be Meena Black," Quil answered.

"Meena," I repeated, committing the sound to memory before practically begging, "Quil, will you introduce me?"

"Sure," Quil responded with a smile in his voice.

We walked over to the table where Meena was sitting. I thought I heard Jacob mutter something that sounded like "well, shit," but I couldn't be to sure. How could I concentrate on anything when I was within a couple of feet from the girl of my dreams?

"Meena, Ness, this is Nate Uley," Quil said. "Nate, meet Meena and Ness Black."

"Mrs. Black." I nodded politely in Renesmee's direction, before turning to officially meet Meena. In a tone I didn't recognize, I said softly, "Meena."

"Please call me Ness." Renesmee insisted. I nodded, but didn't take my eyes off her daughter, even as I felt Jacob's glare. Meena stared back at me and the rest of the world disappeared.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked.

I suddenly became nervous. What if she said no? How would I survive it? I relaxed though as Meena smiled shyly and placed her hand in mine. It was incredible, the feel of her skin against mine. It was like the world had been spinning crazily out of control and the moment we made contact, everything made sense again. I couldn't look away as we finally made it to the dance floor. I pulled her to me, resting my hands at her waist. I knew in that moment that nothing in my life would ever be the same again. And it didn't even matter as long as I had Meena by my side. I had found my imprint…my soul mate.

"So…uh…what do you think of La Push?" I asked, holding my breath unconsciously as I waited for her answer. If she didn't like it, I didn't know what I was going to do. I couldn't leave my pack.

"I love it here," Meena responded, her lips forming into a soft smile and I felt myself relax. My eyes were drawn to her full lips. I badly wanted to taste them with my own.

She continued, "My family has always been fond of this area."

"Oh right…the Cullens," I said, forcing myself to concentrate.

"You say their name like it's a bad thing," Meena replied with a slight frown.

"Do I?" I asked. Shit! "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I don't remember the Cullens, but my dad always had nice things to say about Dr. Cullen."

"Great-Grandpa," Meena smiled again. "Who's your dad?"

"Sam…Sam Uley," I responded, staring at her mouth again.

"Oh…" Meena said and this time it was my turn to stare into her eyes with a frown, but the moment she returned my look, I forgot what we were even talking about. I felt a sudden shove and I was forced away from my imprint.

"Stay the hell away from my sister," someone yelled right before I felt a hard fist make contact with my face.

I went flying back which said something for whoever punched me.

Meena screamed, "Stop it Gabe!"

She ran to help me, but I was already on my feet, trembling all over as I looked at the bastard who just sucker-punched me. I knew who he was…a Cullen freak! He looked like a paler version of Jacob, with short hair and the same matching dent in his chin. I also quickly picked up the fact that this guy was a wolf. More importantly, he was an Alpha like me. Instinct kicked in and before I could stop myself, I flew at the guy.

I grabbed him by the waist and shoved him through the side emergency door. As soon as the cool night air hit my face I exploded, my white fur standing on end. My opponent also burst into wolf form, revealing a dark red coat. He was smaller than me in size but just as powerful. It probably had to do with his dirty vampire blood. Furious heat ran over me as I stared at my enemy. I was only slightly aware that some people followed us outside as we stood snarling at each other.

Gabe lunged at me, ripping his claws down my side which made me howl furiously. I hip checked him and sent his ass flying. I was a little surprised that I could even touch him. With his hybrid blood, he should have been more powerful than me, but we were equal in strength. The imprint gods must have seen that I was going to imprint on a psychopath's sister, and they made sure I had enough power to match him.

"Girls, get back inside," I heard Quil shout.

Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that Meena was there for the first time. She glanced in my direction before heading back inside. I went to follow her, but Gabe tackled me. I kicked him before biting into his shoulder for good measure. Gabe yowled furiously. We stood facing each other again, like boxers in a ring. That's when I saw Gracie hit Ryan on the back.

"You're monsters…uncontrollable MONSTERS," she yelled.

And then the air got completely quiet. Even the dickhead I was battling didn't move a muscle as we stared at each other, absorbing the change in the atmosphere. I heard a slight whimper and both Gabe and I turned our heads at the same time. What I saw infuriated me more than the Alpha wolf standing next to me.

Ryan Spencer, my sister's best friend and imprint, was kissing her against her will. Gracie's hands beat against his sides, her body straining to get away from him. The true Alpha power I had always kept in check erupted inside me like a volcano.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" I ordered, the double timbre coming out which such force, everyone around me including Seth, Gabe, and Quil jumped slightly. Ryan shot back away from Gracie like he'd suddenly been set on fire.

I was startled myself. I had never felt such raw power. My body was filled with it making me feel invincible. We were only supposed to be able to order our pack in wolf form. We could tell our brothers what to do as humans, but to feel the full effect of the Alpha power, we needed to be wolves. For me to get a successful order out to a human in my current shape was completely unheard of.

I was still reeling when I saw Gracie run in the direction of our house. Ryan watched her leave before punching the side of the building. He offered a quick apology, never once meeting my eyes, before taking off in the opposite direction that Gracie had just run. I was half tempted to go after him, but I was becoming aware of Gabe's Alpha presence again, and my mind was slowly going back into attack mode. Gabe looked at me and just like that we were circling each other again.

"Enough," Jacob Black suddenly yelled out of nowhere. "This isn't the time or place…think of the pack. Think of protecting our secret. Gabe, go get dressed. There are some clothes in the back of the car you can wear."

Gabe looked at his father for a moment before looking back to me. His lips curled over his teeth and he let out one more growl before backing slowly away. He continued to walk backwards until the shadows of the night swallowed him up. While a part of me was tempted to finish off the Alpha that was on my territory, I forced myself to snap out of the uncontrollable kill mode I felt myself teetering into.

I looked towards the building Meena had disappeared into. I wanted to desperately see her again. God, what did she think of me? Was I now some monster in her eyes like Ryan was to Gracie? And what about Gracie? I felt my eyes turn towards the direction she'd run off to. I noticed before she left that her mouth was bleeding. She was bound to be upset. I needed to make sure my little sister was all right. I looked back at Quil who was staring at me. I was so dazed by the night's events, I couldn't even make a simple decision.

"Gracie needs you more now," Quil said with a shrug.

I knew it was true too. With a sigh, I ran in the direction of my house. As soon as I got close by, I went into the backyard where my mom always kept an outside chest full of sweatpants for the days when we phased on the fly. Pulling some shorts on, I ran inside and went straight up to Gracie's room where I could hear her crying.

"Gracie?" I called out, knocking on the door.

"G-g-go a-away," Gracie sobbed.

"Please open the door," I pleaded, trying the handle but it was locked.


"Grace, if I have to break the door in, I will," I said in a serious tone.

I heard Gracie's feet move across the floor, followed by the door unlocking. She threw back the door and stared at me with hate-filled puffy eyes.

"What do you want?" Gracie asked bitterly. Her tone was ruined by the tears streaming down her cheeks.

I gently lifted her chin and examined the bruised flesh of her lips. The corner of her lip was split open, dried blood formed in the cracks.

"C'mon," I ordered.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom. I took a washcloth out of the cupboard and wet it down before handing it to her. Gracie held it to her abused flesh with a wince. Once her lip was clear of blood, I rinsed off the cloth in cool water and folded it up. She took it and walked back into her bedroom, lying down on her bed, and putting the wet cloth over her eyes. I followed and leaned against the doorframe.

"I hate him," Gracie whispered.

"I know," I sighed. "You hate all of us as you so fondly like to remind me. But just in case you're wondering, I'm not too happy with Ryan right now either."

"How could he do that to me?" Gracie asked in a wobbly voice.

"Believe it or not Grace, he loves you," I responded.

"He loves me? Then he has a funny way of showing it!"

"Look," I said. "I don't know what Ryan was thinking tonight. He's put up with more shit from you these past eight months than any one person should have to deal with. You've treated him like garbage for so long now that I think he finally snapped."

"I asked for it?" Gracie questioned furiously. "Is that what you're saying?"

"No, he was in the wrong for doing what he did. Correct me if I'm wrong though, but weren't you hitting him and calling him a monster?"


"Violence is violence."

"He shouldn't have forced himself on me!"

"You shouldn't have hit him in the first place."

Gracie scoffed. "It's not like he felt it."

"Gracie, you can hurt Ryan far easier than I ever could."

"I knew you would take his side." Gracie went on the attack.

"I'm always on your side, even when your acting like a brat," I told her and smiled as she huffed indignantly. "Just don't think too many terrible thoughts about Ryan, that's all I'm saying. Trust me…I've been in his head since you stopped talking to him. All he ever thinks about is you. All he ever worries about is you. He's your best friend. He's looked out for you since you were a toddler."

"It's not just tonight though," Gracie said heatedly, finally venting eight months worth of anger. "He lied to me. All these years, he's been a you-know, and he never once told me. How can I ever trust him again? It's like I don't even know him anymore."

"A 'you-know'? Gracie, what the hell is your problem with the pack?" I said furiously. "We're born with this gene! It's not like any of us can help it. Do you think any of us wanted to phase in the first place? Do you blame people who get cancer just because it's hereditary?"

"Of course not," Gracie whispered in a shocked tone.

"There are plenty of things I'd like to do with my life besides being a wolf, but this is a part of who I am," I snapped as the night's events began to take its toll. "The pack is out busting our asses every night for ungrateful shits like you and what do we get? Freaking attitude!"

"Nathaniel Harrison Uley!" My mother's stern voice interrupted us. Oh hell, when did my parents get back from the reception?

My mom continued, "I better not ever hear you speak to anyone that way again, especially not your sister. Is that understood?"

"Sorry," I apologized, not meeting her eyes.

"Fine, why don't you go downstairs and let me talk to Gracie," my mom instructed.

I did as I was told and met my father in the family room.

"So what happened tonight?" My dad asked.

"Nothing much…Gracie and Ryan got into a huge fight. Oh and I imprinted and almost killed my soul mate's brother."

My dad whistled. "Wow, what a night. So you and Meena Black, huh?"

"Yeah," my mind instantly drifted back to Meena. I could already feel the longing to see her again. "Dad, what am I going to do? Her brother's an Alpha. I felt it. We couldn't even be around each other for a few minutes before we attacked one another."

"I don't know son…there's been a lot of bad blood between our pack and the Cullen clan. We put it behind us for the most part, but Jacob and I still can't be around each other for too long before the old animosity resurfaces. I guess you'll have to figure it out though for the sake of your imprint."

I nodded before making my way towards the family room's slider door which led to our backyard.

"Hey," my dad called out. "Devlin Wakeh imprinted tonight."

Oh great…another one. Well, that certainly explained Dev's distracted attitude earlier.

Sighing, I asked, "On whom?"

"Hanna Becknell."

Jared and Kim's daughter. The one who attended a private school in Michigan for gifted artists. Last I heard, the girl's biggest goal in life was to become a world famous pianist, which meant she'd never be around. Fan-freaking-tastic!

"I'm going to go for a walk," I muttered, opening the door and stepping outside into the cool night air.

I decided to head towards the beach. Before I even got halfway there, I ran into Ryan. He looked horrible. His eyes were wild and it looked like he'd pulled out some of his hair.

"I'm really sorry for how I acted," Ryan said immediately.

"You want to explain to me what the hell you were thinking?" I asked, crossing my hands over my chest.

"S-she shut me out so many times. I-I just didn't know how else to reach her. When she called me a monster, I just lost it."

"Is that how you're going to solve all your problems in the future? If you don't like how my sister is acting, you'll get physical."

"No! You know I wouldn't do that to her…it's j-just that she looked so different tonight…so grown up and I-I--"

Oh sick! This was one conversation I really wished my dad could be having instead of me.

"Are you saying you suddenly discovered you have the hots for my 14-year-old sister?" I asked warily.

"No! It's just that--"

Ryan's shoulders slumped and I felt slightly guilty. Quil warned me. When you imprint on someone young, every time an imprint hits a new stage, a layer of their relationship gets peeled away. Tonight, a new stage was set into motion for Ryan and Gracie. All I could do was sit back and hope I didn't have to witness it in too much detail.

Looking sick, Ryan finally spoke up. "I wanted to find you so that I could tell you I'm leaving."

"What?" I asked in shock.

"I'm going to move back to D.C. for awhile. My dad said he could get me a government job there."

"What about Gracie?"

"I think after tonight, she could use the break from me. Maybe she can learn to forgive me while I'm away."

"How long are you planning on being gone?"

Ryan shrugged. "As long as it takes, I guess."

I shook my head. "Ryan, are you sure you want to do this?"

Ryan looked in the direction where he probably felt Gracie's presence, even from a distance away.

"Yeah…yeah, I think this is for the best."

"Well, I can't stop you," I told him sadly. "Just don't be a complete stranger, all right?"

"Sure," Ryan said, sticking out his hand. I grabbed it before bringing him in for a brief hug.

I watched him walk away. He looked completely broken. A chill raced down my spine as Ryan disappeared from my sight.

What if I couldn't work out my problems with Gabriel Black? Would I end up like Ryan someday? Completely rejected by my imprint?

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