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Wolf's Girl

This is a sequel to A CHANGE IN MONSTERS, so I would suggest reading that first. Bella/Sam

Remember, No Emily.

12. Denial

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I could not deny that I had some feelings for Marcus. Now, I still loved Sam more than enough, but there was just… something about Marcus that drew me to him. You’re going to have to believe me when I saw that I am one hundred percent faithful to Sam. No matter what, I always will be….


No, there was no question. I was going to be faithful to Sam. I had no feelings whatsoever to Marcus. Sam. Sam was the only man in my life now. Sam. Sam Sam Sam.

“Hey, Baby,” Sam murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist and then proceeding to nuzzle my neck. I leaned into him and threw my head back, giving him more access to my neck.

“Sa-am,” I moaned. “Not now. Mmm… I’m not joking.”

“I completely believe you, Bells. I can tell that you really, really want me to stop.”

“Yes, I do,” I persisted and turned around in his arms to push him off of me. “Come on. We should probably head out anyway. It’s nighttime, and they’re having that celebration today!”

“I don’t want to go to no stinkin’ celebration!” Sam groaned. “Why? Can’t we just stay here?” I turned around to see him waggling his eyebrows at me. I cocked my head to the side and put on what I hoped was a stern expression.

“No, Mister Uley. We are going to get dressed up and march out there and have fun. Got it?”

“But,” Sam started, “I’m positive that we can have more fun up here on this bed then down there in front of people.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fine, fine. But, you owe me.” He got up off the bed and kissed my lips softly.

“Do you want to know something?” he asked against my lips. I nodded my head slightly. “I love you.”

“I know that,” I told him, kissing him harder.

“And,” he said, pushing me back a little and resting his forehead against mine. “I already have a dress picked out for my beautiful woman.”

“I’m jealous,” I growled. “That woman is so damn lucky!”

“I know you wish you were here,” Sam said and then began walking toward the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Going to find my damn lucky woman!” I scoffed and narrowed my eyes.

“So not funny, Mister Uley!”

“Really? Because, I thought that it was super funny! Maybe our sense of humor is just different!” Sam continued toward the door and out it. I stood there for a few seconds, dumbfounded. Then, I ran out the door after him and saw him walking briskly down the hallway. I smirked and ran full speed toward him. I jumped around to the front side of him and threw myself into his arms.

“Don’t go to that other woman, Sammy! I love you!” Then, I kissed him. Passionately. When we broke apart, we were both breathing heavily and Sam pulled my head against his shoulder, resting his head on top of mine.

“Wow!” he panted. “That other woman can—and will—never get to those standards. You have convinced me to stay. I am your slave.” I smiled broadly and him and kissed his neck.

I giggled when he started nuzzling his face into my hair. “Sam,” I laughed. “Stop.” I tried to pull my head away, but I was not going to lie and say that I did not enjoy the attention.

And that’s when I felt the eyes. I could feel them boring into me and Sam, but mostly me. I paused from my struggling, but Sam did not seem to notice. I tried peeking over Sam’s shoulder. And, for the first time that day, I saw him.

He was in the shadows, but I knew that it was him. I could tell by the way that he was standing and the length of his hair.

It was Marcus.

I was embarrassed. And, I didn’t know why. Why should I be embarrassed that he saw me and my fiancée kissing? There was nothing wrong with that. I had caused no problem or committed a crime!

And, yet, I was still embarrassed.

“Stop, Sam,” I muttered, and he noticed the change in my voice.

“What is it, Bella?” he asked, suddenly anxious.

“Nothing,” I replied quickly. “I just think that we should be getting ready.”

“Bells,” Sam sighed. “There is sill a couple of hours till the party starts. You don’t need to worry about time.”

“I need to hunt,” I blurted without thinking.

Sam chucked and kissed the top of my head. “We just hunted yesterday, Sweetie! You should be fine.”

“I know, but I’m worried. There will be people there tonight. Human people. I do not want either of us to… slip.” I bowed my head ashamed of my lie to him.

“You won’t slip. And neither will I,” he told me, mistaking my being ashamed.

“Just to be safe,” I murmured. “Please.” I was begging. And, I knew it, but I just didn’t want Marcus and Sam in the same room together. It made me feel like I was suffocating.

Sam eventually agreed and went hunting with me. I only picked a few small animals because honestly I was not hungry at all. My stomach was too full of butterflies.

“C’mon, Bells!” Sam called running ahead of me.

“I’m going to walk home,” I informed him. “You run ahead and start getting ready. You take forever to get ready and I can get ready in mere minutes.” He chuckled and nodded his head.

“You’re right, Bella.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine quickly. “You still owe me!” he called as he ran out of the forest. I smiled lightly to myself and started heading in the direction Sam had just went.

While I was walking, I daydreamed:

I kissed Sam’s lips passionately; he flipped me over on the bed so that I was now underneath him. He licked his lips and dove in for another kiss. I moaned delicately into his mouth and threaded my fingers through his hair.

Then, Sam broke away from me and lifted my shirt slowly over my head, kissing the naked skin as he went. Once the shirt was off I reattached my fingers to his hair. That was when I noticed that his hair was not his usual length. It was longer. Real long.

I gasped as I looked into Marcus’ eyes.

But, surprisingly, this did not faze me in the slightest. I kissed Marcus again, more enthusiastic this time. My hands gripped at Marcus’ shirt, prying it off. I moaned as my lips worked their way down Marcus’ chest. I heard a low rumble coming from his chest and that made me growl.

The door burst open and I thrust my head up toward the open door.


When I came out of my reverie, I was panting hard. That daydream seemed too real. Scarily real. Almost like a… vision? I had to call Alice. Just had to. She would be able to help me… I hoped.

I ripped my cell phone from my pocket and I dialed Alice’s number as quickly as possible.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” I muttered while waiting.

“Hello,” Alice’s cheery voice said from the other side.

“Alice—hi! I need your help—,” I started.

“I’m not here to answer my phone. If you’re in a hurry run here, because obviously you’re what I am. Otherwise you wouldn’t have my number. What was that, Jazz? No, I’m recording—seriously? Eek! Oh, leave a message, bye. Ja—.”

I sighed noisily and bowed my head. Why, why, why?! Why did Alice choose not to answer her phone now? She always answered her phone!

I wondered for a brief second if something was going on back at the Cullen home, but I thought barely anything of it, too preoccupied with my own problems. I only knew that Alice had recorded that recently. She had nothing before, just a beep.

I pushed all of these thoughts aside as I saw the Volturi castle gates in front of me. I readied myself and pushed the gates open without waiting for them to be opened. I marched into Sam and my room without even looking up.

I got ready quickly and ran to the stairs where I would be meeting Sam at the bottom, ready to leave, to head to the party.