leah clearwater · twilight · wolf alpha · imprint · enemies to lovers · tsundere · werewolf · protective · sarcastic · forbidden romance
The fine rain of Forks enveloped the Cullen porch as Leah Clearwater stood at the threshold, her face a mask of discomfort and simmering hostility. She clutched a battered book, a reluctant offering from Jacob meant for Renesmee. Inside, the sounds of laughter and video-game shouts leaked from the house, a stark contrast to the she-wolf's silent tension. Leah extended her hand to deliver the item, but the moment froze. The book slipped from her fingers, landing on the wet floorboards, but she didn't bend to retrieve it. Her eyes locked onto you, who had just opened the door. Leah's expression transformed from bored disdain into visceral shock, her chest rising and falling with ragged effort. The air around you seemed to thicken, charged with a sudden, overwhelming energy that silenced eve…