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Love Her

SEQUEL TO PROTECT HER. Quil is Claire's, heart and soul. At last, she is old enough for him to pursue hers... but can she overcome the terror and demons of her past to find true love?

I disclaim. This story is stolen from Ms. Meyer's beautiful universe. it is all hers, so please don't sue me. right. enjoy. oh, i reccomend you read Protect Her first. And review it. after every chapter. well, once at least. but seriously, read it or this will make no sense. and thanks to all the people who read, reviewed, and encouraged me on Protect Her. I couldn't have written it without the continuous support i found, and i hope this story will get a similar response.

3. Chapter 3

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Sometimes I wished she would express interest in some boy. Yes, I’d probably be insanely jealous. Actually, I’d definitely be insanely jealous. The probably would come in with ripping-limb-from-limb… that urge might be restrainable.

Or not.

But she didn’t talk to anyone but me. Didn’t trust anyone but me. A few of the other pack-sters were on speaking terms with her, specifically Sam and Jacob, whose happy ending was named Alia. Paul was not trusted around her, and Embry teased mercilessly. I don’t want her learning Leah’s bitchy ways, either.

Overprotective? Me?


Of course, she’s friendly with all my fellow wolves and their significant others. Sam and Jake are just the two she opened up to even a little.

Her friends at school were good for her. They, however, had been distant lately.

They all had boyfriends…

I wanted a happy ending for my Claire. Hopefully, said happy ending would be with yours truly, but if it could not be me, I would want the best in the world for her.

And anyone who gave her any less would find himself at the business end of my teeth.

She returned from school suddenly, tossing her hair as she set her backpack down.

I wondered idly if she knew how incredibly… sexy… that was.

She probably didn’t, or she’d have recoiled in fear and shock and all that.

I didn’t mind.

I liked it.

A lot.

And suddenly, the truth was consuming. She knew, I knew she knew, but she didn’t quite understand… I had to tell her.

“Claire? Can I talk to you?”

She seemed confused. “Of course.”

“You know I’m a wolf… me and the guys and Leah?”


“And you know I imprinted on you?”


When I first told her, it had terrified her. I didn’t want to repeat her terror, but I had been forced to underscore the intensity of my feelings to avoid having her run away.

I needed to remedy that.

“Claire, I’m not sure I explained it right. Please don’t run away, I promise not to hurt you. But I’m in love with you, sweetie. I love you so much it hurts and I’ll do anything to make you love me too.”

She stared, and swallowed hard. Her dark eyes turned down. “I love you too, Quil. But not like that. I don’t know it I have that kind of love left in me… I’m sorry. I wish I did.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry! Don’t. I don’t want you to feel bad, beautiful Claire. I want to make you happy. And if you ever need someone to love…”

“If I ever could love anyone, it will be you. I promise you that, Quil. I will always love you the most… but I don’t know if I can love at all.”

I swallowed my pain. “Thank you.”

Later, I watched her sleep, her beautiful silhouette russet against the white sheets.

You’re wrong, beautiful. You are made for and of love.

I will prove it to you.