Forbidden Imprint (Paul & Emmett)

PAUL's POV

I have always hated patrol but I loathed it even more now. My jaw clenched, my hands curled into fists as his scent reached me before he appeared. I groaned in annoyance when he walked out of the bushes, his skin shimmering in the morning sun, his face lit up with that same annoying smile as he walked up to me.

"Hey Paul, lovely day isn't it," Emmett said, his head tilted sideways with a boyish smile on his face.

I scowled, my shoulders tense, mind on high alert as he stood beside me. He was too damn happy, a vampire shouldn't be this damn bright and alive. He talked too much, hummed songs that I've never heard and he moved in the forest like he owned the fucking place.

"So what are we doing today? Have you finally decided to loosen up or is it going to be the same old routine?" He asked

"Do you ever shut up?" I snapped.

He raised his hands in mock surrender and chuckled, a deep wound that made something twist inside me. He laughed like my anger was nothing.

"Why should I when keeping quiet is boring? I'd rather annoy you to the point where you feel like chopping my head off and even then I know that deep down you enjoy my chatter more than you'd like to admit." He smirked

I huffed, "I might not be able to kill you because of the treaty but it never said anything about cutting off your wind pipe now did it?" He smiled wider, his fangs dropped slightly, it was a warning but somehow seeing it didn't unsettle me like it should. Instead I found it dare I say charming.

I shook my head, what the fuck was wrong was wrong? I hate him, the only reason I was here was because I didn't have a choice, I hated his stench, hated his happy go lucky attitude. There was nothing good about him, I was barely tolerating him. I reminded myself.

Werewolves and vampires were never meant to get along. We loathed each other and seeing him being so unguarded around me felt odd. I'd seen him with the others and even though he was friendly then too it looked like he was more chatty with me. It always made me wonder why.

"Are you finally going to tell me about yourself? Your frown only makes me want to know more about you." He grinned.

"My name is Paul and I will chew your stinking head off if you don't back the fuck off. You're blinding me with your disco body." I snapped

Emmett grinned, his head tilted back slightly as he laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine, his golden eyes caught the light, his black hair a sharp contrast to his pale skin as he laughed.

I felt something shift, my breath hitched as our eyes locked. It felt like gravity was pushing me down and the only thing holding me down was him.

Emmett.

Fear gripped me, my chest curled something binding and unexplainable as I stared at him, my feet hit a rock, I stumbled forward, my body rigid. He shot forward in a split second, his hand instinctively wrapped around my waist and I gasped as pleasurable tingles rushed through my body.

My wolf howled in my mind, the sound so loud and deafening that I physically shook in his arms. He surged forward, and something ignited within me, I felt my wolf reaching out to him and in a snap, I felt the bond pulse within me.

I had imprinted on him.

"Paul, are you okay?" He stared down at me with worry-filled eyes and I jerked backwards, as if his touch burnt me.

My chest rose and froze, my heart beating rapidly as the titter clenched, my wolf pushing for me to reach out to him, to hold him tight against him.

"No," I mumbled under my breath.

"Fuck no!" I growled. My eyes snapped back to him, and my eyes glistened with mushed tears as I stared at him. Not him, fuck not this annoying glistening creature.

He was a vampire for fucks sake! How could he be my fated one? How could he be my mate?

"It can't be! There must be a fucking mistake somewhere." I tried to glare at him but my eyes softened, my hands instinctively reached out for him but he stepped back.

I felt a pang in my chest. And his eyes widened as a tear rolled down my face.

"Paul, what's wrong?" His warm voice washed over me, I shivered as the bond hummed in satisfaction. His scent wafted through the air, curling around me and invading my senses. I closed my eyes for a second as I basked in it.

It was warm and sweet. Like sunshine and earth, a beautiful combination just like him. It calmed my rapidly beating heart but my mind was in turmoil. How could I accept this? He was a fucking vampire and to crown it all he had a wife.

His chosen one whom he had been with for centuries. Why did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else? Why did it have to be this perfect ball of sunshine?

I tore my gaze off him as I fought the heat crawling up my spine, I wanted to pounce forward, to wrap my arms around him and bury myself in his scent. My wolf was pacing in my mind, forcing me to claim him, to mark him, and take him.

I flinched, shivers ran down my body as he held my shoulders, our eyes met and I felt the dam broken. "Fuck!" I hissed. "Stop looking at me! This is so fucked up." I growled as he pulled me into his chest, his arms wrapped around me and I shivered at the feeling. I felt whole, my body thrumming with contentment as I melted into his arms.

"Hey...whatever it is, it's all going to be fine." He whispered as he ran his cold fingers through my hair.

I let out a bitter chuckle, my heart twisted in pain as I held him tighter. If only he knew, if only he knew how hard it was for me to just hold him and not do anything. If only he knew how crazy my wolf was going for him.

If only he knew how hard he was making everything by being so nice to me when he should push me away. I wanted him to push me away. To curse me out then maybe, maybe I might be able to walk away.

If he would just push me away and stomp on my heart then maybe I would silently walk away and grieve until I gave up from a broken heart but he was too cruel.

"You're so cruel." I choked out. Fuck why couldn't he just hate me? Why was he so nice?

My chest heaved in pain, my insides burning with need as he gently pulled away with a soft expression on his face. I shouldn't want him. I should hate him, want to kill him but the bond had already been forged. Even if I wanted there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"And you suck at pretending to hate me." He said softly, there was something in his eyes, I couldn't decipher what the emotion was before he quickly covered it up.

I couldn't deny that I wanted him. Even when it felt like treason, even though my feelings for him were against every single law that I knew I wanted him. All of him. He was my imprint and my soul yearned to be connected to his.

I let out a bitter chuckle. "You're right, I don't hate listening to you. Even though your voice sounds like a dying cat."

He laughed, the sound so rich and warm that it made my wolf go crazy. Is this what it means to crave someone that could never be yours? To ache for a touch you have no right to?

I wanted him. Gods I wanted all of Emmett, even if it hurts. Even if he belonged to another.

My throat felt raw from swallowing words I wanted to say but knew I'd never be able to. Not if I wanted to still be able to see him. Even if it was just like this I would be happy. It was better than not getting any part of him at all and that fact cut me like a blade.

I wanted to see the world in his light, but I knew I was doomed to live in his shadow.

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