First Imprint [Book 1] ✔️

13 • Lost

SAM'S POV

The two months that Emily had been living with me had been the happiest of my life. True to my word I slept on the couch and Emily took over the bedroom. Emily had taken over my job at the tribal office and my mother had declared her to be better at it than me.

Emily teasingly never let me forget that either. But as I told her, in my defense, I was patrolling the borders all night and half dead on my feet when I did that job, while she on the other hand got a good night's sleep every night. I'd know because every time she went to sleep, thanks to my extra sensory hearing, I could hear her peaceful, even breathing, as I tossed and turned on the couch that was too small for me.

I wouldn't think of taking advantage of her though by asking to share her bed. For one reason, when I met her father he made me swear I wouldn't push Emily into anything she wasn't ready for. Her family had been told that I was an upstanding citizen by Harry, and I wanted them to believe in me. However, I still got the third degree when we went to Makah and I met her family for the first time.

Her brother had sat around glaring at me the entire time I was there and scoffed at everything I said. Her mother and sister-in-law were friendly, but cautious. Her father kept arranging for me to spend time with Emily's nieces, Cora and Claire, all the while muttering things like "are you ready for this kind of responsibility?"

Cora was three-years-old and her favorite things to say were "what's that" and "that's mine." Repeatedly. Claire was two-years-old and kept wanting me to pick her up and read stories to her. Even though I hadn't been around kids much, I had to admit they were kind of cute. In a smelly, loud sort of way.

I ended up promising Emily's dad that I wouldn't rush her into anything when he had caught me in a weak moment. He had insisted that I change Claire's poop filled diaper. The stench had made me want to gag and he wouldn't let me leave the area until I promised.

Another reason I didn't want to rush Emily into anything was because she was still recuperating from the injuries I had caused her. Sometimes when she didn't think I was looking, she would move a certain way and her face would show a revealing wince. I had made enough of a fuss about it, she finally told me if I didn't stop hovering she would move back to Makah. I gave her some space after that threat.

As it was, I found that I had to guard my reactions to other people staring at her scars while Emily and I were in public. I had to control myself when someone made a remark about her face. We went to the grocery store in Forks soon after she had moved in. While we were there, a group of teenagers made a comment about Emily's scars. I started to shake and went over to them to rip their throats out. Emily had to put a restraining hand on my arm, which calmed me immediately and I let the boys live. After seeing my face, they took off running anyway. She was truly my perfect match. While I was quick tempered, she was cool and calm.

So like I said, I was happy and couldn't have imagined a better life than the one I had with Emily since she had moved in. We spent a lot of time kissing and hugging, but nothing more than that. In the evenings, she would cook and I would clean up afterwards and we'd spending hours just laughing and talking. It was perfect.

I was also more sexually frustrated than I had ever been in my life. I began going on long runs after I got done with patrolling just to burn off some excess energy. Even when I was exhausted from patrolling and would phase back into my human form, I would go down and do as much construction work as I could get. It didn't help.