Pretty Little Star (Sam uley)

The aroma of warm chocolate and baking dough filled the cozy kitchen of Star Lahey's small cottage-like house. Music, a lively mix of R&B and pop, pulsed from the speaker on the counter, creating a rhythmic backdrop to her movements. Star, her long braided hair neatly tucked away under a bonnet, hummed along as she gently kneaded dough into small, perfect circles, her pink apron — a gift from Atlas, emblazoned with 'PISS OFF I'M COOKING' — sporting flour smudges like badges of honor.

She was in her own world, head bobbing, as she sprinkled the last chocolate chips onto the formed cookies. Her younger brother, Atlas, was out with the pack. The Lahey family had been part of the La Push pack for generations, and Atlas had recently, dramatically, phased. It had happened in the dead of night, scaring the living daylights out of her, prompting an immediate call to Billy Black, who in turn, had called Sam.

Sam Uley. The Alpha. The man who had been undeniably, persistently, and charmingly present in her life ever since their first meeting. He had been pining after her for months, a silent but palpable pursuit that Star couldn't help but notice.