I Didn't Want An Imprint (Paul Lahote x Reader)

The Bonfire

The entire car ride to Emily's place was filled with confusion while also trying to remain focused on the road, and the guys rambling on about video game nonsense. Did I just imprint? On the new girl?I noticed her right away as she walked up to the school this morning, but she only looked down, and I followed suit by staring at my phone.

Her aroma became stronger as she got closer, and she smelled of rose and lavender. I fought the urge to stare as she walked by, but my attention was stolen away once Chelsea wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me in for a hug and a kiss.

I like Chelsea. She's popular around school with lots of friends, and she was always up for going to the beach. But now what? What do I do?I couldn't just break up with Chelsea over an imprint, right? And, I never really wanted an imprint. I enjoy being a self proclaimed ladies man and playing the field.

I saw Y/N at lunch too. She was beautiful, honestly. Her face was kind, and her smile, contagious. I found myself thinking of an excuse to walk up to her and say hello while she was in the lunch line, but of course, Chaz beat me to the punch. Man, I really disliked that guy. He was always stirring up drama, and I knew he was probably telling Y/N awful things about me. But why did I care?

My thoughts were haulted once I realized we were at Emily's. I wasn't sure how I managed to make it here in one piece with all of the thoughts swirling around in my head, but I brushed aside that thought and made my way inside Emily's house.

"Paul?" I heard Sam question. Sam was the pack Alpha, and I knew he could sense something was wrong. "Everything okay?" He questioned again.

"I think....I just...... imprinted...on the new girl at school" I said, with a flushed look on my face.

I could feel the rest of the packs eyes suddenly turn and land on me with a look of surprise on each of their faces.

"Ahh man! Ladies man, Paul, is hooked!" Jared yelled while grabbing a huge muffin from the plate Emily sat down on the table. "Welcome to the club my man!"

"I don't want to be part of a 'club'. I have Chelsea. I don't want an imprint," I felt myself starting to get angry and starting to shake.

"Well, I guess now is a bad time to tell you that I invited Y/N to the bonfire tonight?" Kim nervously hid behind Jared, afraid for what was to come next after her admission.

"YOU WHA-"

"I didn't know you imprinted! I was just trying to be nice! Besides, Chelsea will be there, so you'll probably be too distracted by her to notice Y/N anyway. No big deal." Kim stayed behind Jared, and I could see him begin to tense up, ready to launch if he needed to protect his imprint.

I huffed a sigh of frustration and stormed into the living room and sat down on a couch for a moment to control my anger. I was well known for my hot headedness, but had been working hard to control my anger, especially in public as to not reveal our pack secrets and expose what we really were—werewolves or as I like to say—shapeshifters.

Sam casually strolled into the living room and stood infront of me, and looked me dead in the eyes before saying," You know you're going to have to tell her, right? And, even if you don't choose to pursue the imprint romantically, it would be good for you to have her around to help control your sudden outbursts. Imprints are usually the ones to help calm us down when we need it most."

I didn't give Sam a response, but although I was frustrated, I knew he might be right.

The rest of the pack funneled into the living room, ready for our meeting, while Kim and Emily worked in the kitchen putting together some snacks for the bonfire.