Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

You're smart...

Y/n pov. 

"Can I ask just one more?" she pleaded as I accelerated much too quickly down the quiet street, not really paying attention as I sighed. "One." 


"Well... you said you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone south. I was just
wondering how you knew that."

'Well this is gonna sound weird.'

"I thought we were past all the evasiveness," she grumbled, not giving me a chance to answer.


"Patience much. I followed your scent." I looked at the road ahead, worried about what I would see if I looked over to the girl beside me. It seemed she wasn't done. 

"What powers do you have, I assume Edward has mind-reading since he seems to always know what people are thinking. Do you also mind read? Does your family all have it?" I laughed softly, looking at her with awe. She was taking it fairly well. 

"Too answer the last two first, yes and no; everyone is unique like that. The first question...yes. I do. I can move objects or other people over short distances, and it is impacted by various things. I can create illusions, not very well though and also see the past of natural objects, though not very far mind you. However, that's more than one question...and I still have answers I need." I paused, giving her  time to process what I said.

"Which brings us back to you."

Sighing, her eyes wondered out of the window as I took a teasing jab.

"Aren't we past all the evasions now?" I reminded her  softly.

I noticed she looked at me, looked away, then looked at the steering wheel. 

"Holy crow!" she shouted. "Slow down!"

"What's wrong?" I was was startled, not processes her instruction. She was still shouting.

"You're going a hundred miles an hour!" 

"Relax, Bella." I rolled my eyes, still not slowing.

"Are you trying to kill us?" she shouted again. My poor ears.

"We're not going to crash."

 "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I always drive like this." I turned to her with a half smile, but began to slow down.

"Keep your eyes on the road!"

"I've never been in an accident, Bella — I've never even gotten a ticket." I leaned back in my seat as she continued, fuming.

"Very funny. Charlie's a cop, remember? So are you actually! I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a VW pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."

"Probably," I agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't. Better? " 

"Yes."

"I hate driving slow," he muttered.

"This is slow?"

"Enough commentary on my driving," Snapping a little, I continued. "I'm still waiting for your latest theory."

She bit her lip as she looked down, meeting my soft gaze eventually. 

"I won't laugh," I promised.

"I'm more afraid that you'll be angry with me."

"Is it that bad?"


"Pretty much, yeah."

I waited before reassuring her gently. 

"Go ahead. I'm all ears." 

"I don't know how to start," she admitted. I had a funny feeling I knew how the story began but decided to allow her to explain her theory in its entirety.

"Why don't you start at the beginning... you said you didn't come up with this on your own."

"No."

"What got you started — a book? A movie? A person?" I probed.

"Yea— it was Saturday, at the beach." I bit back a sigh. "Go on?"

"I ran into an old family friend —Jacob Black, as you know," she continued. "His dad and Charlie have been friends since I was a baby."


"His dad is one of the Quileute elders." I watched her carefully. As she continued her story. 

"We went for a walk and he was telling me some old legends — trying to scare me, I think. He told me one..." she hesitated.

"Go on."

"About vampires." She had fallen to whispering, not looking at me. I gripped and ungripped the steering wheel in an attempt to keep calm.

"And you immediately thought of me?" Still calm, keep it up Y/n.

"No. He... mentioned your family."


"He just thought it was a silly superstition," I said quickly. "He didn't expect me to think anything of it."

It didn't seem like enough; I had to confess. "It was my fault, I forced him to tell me."

"Why?"

"Well, given everything that happened, and the off-handed comments same made; I was curious. So I got Jacob alone and I tricked it out of him," she admitted, hanging herhead.

I think I startled her by laughing, earning a glare. 

"Tricked him how?" I asked, curious.

"I tried to flirt — it worked better than I thought it would." Disbelief colored her tone as she remembered.

I chuckled darkly. "And you accused me of dazzling people — poor Jacob Black."

She blushed and looked out her window into the night.

"What did you do then?" I asked after a minute. Thinking heavily on what she said.

"I did some research on the Internet."

"And did that convince you?" I was worried she'd found the wrong information, believed the lies.

"No. Nothing fit. Most of it was kind of silly. And then..." she stopped, and worry filled my stomach.

"What?"

"I decided it didn't matter," she whispered. That hurt, a lot more than it should have and I felt my composure shatter.