"Don't you understand how much trouble I could get in if Jacob found out?" Seth sat next to me on my bed, his brow furrowed. This was definitely not the first time we've had this conversation. And I was less than eager to have it again.

"It's been five months. If he doesn't know by now I doubt he's going to find out any time soon." I reached across the space that separated our naked bodies and covered his large russet hand with mine; pale, small. "Besides," I started, teasingly, "You're making it seem like you don't even want to be with me." I pouted, theatrically and batted my eyes.

"I'm being serious Ren. You're his imprint. And… And I might lose the pack." He pulled away from me and stood up, all in one fluid movement. He was beautiful in all his naked glory. Beautiful tan skin; strong, defined muscle. "Fuck. Ren. I can't keep doing this, he's my alpha." He pulled his boxers off my bedroom floor and slid them on. In my lustful paradise I hadn't even realized where I had thrown them.

I stayed where I was. Half insulted. Half saddened by Seth and I's constant fighting. I couldn't find my words to express my feelings.

"I'm sorry darling, Ren. Really. Please say some-" Seth stopped halfway through his sentence and straightened his posture. Listening.

"Nessie?! I'm home!" It was Jacob. A quick glance at the clock revealed how much time I had spent with Seth. Normally Seth was long gone by the time Jacob got home.

"Fuck." Seth hissed. "Get dressed." He started rummaging for clothes in between the piles of my junk on the floor. Within seconds he was dressed. Now he was looking for my clothes- with no luck. I was the first to undress and our heated make out session began downstairs on the couch. My skirt and panties were by the couch. My shirt was somewhere in the hallway, and my bra… well that was lost among the sweet chaos.

"Nessie? Is this one of those scavenger hunts?" Jacob laughed, deep, dark. Robust like a cup of coffee. I melted at the sound of it. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He sang from somewhere downstairs. My heart sank as I pictured him: excited by some change to our lacking, monotonous love life, finding his imprint's undergarments strewn across the house.

"Ren. Get dressed, please, I'm begging you." Seth pleaded. He was frantic, no longer caring about how much noise he was making. Opening and slamming my dresser drawers, throwing random clothes at me in an effort to avoid his alpha seeing us in a compromising position.

I looked up at him, tilted my head. "Why?"

Seth only stared at me. Mouth agape.

I swear I could almost hear his heart beating from across the room.

"Nessie?" Jacob opened the door. His belt was undone, the buckle hanging down against his leg. His button down shirt hanging open. His eyes were lustful, and there was an obvious tent in his pants. Until he was Seth in the corner. Jacob's gradual realization seemed to play in slow motion. He looked from me: completely naked, laying on the sex-strewn sheets of my bed; to his beta, clothed, pale, and frantic.

"…What?" He stared at me, "What the fuck is going on?" He turned to Seth.

I thought Seth was going to pass out.

"We fucked." Was that me speaking? I had a sudden adrenaline rush of confidence. I was cool, calm and collected. This situation gave me some kind of sick power rush. I knew I had the upper hand.

If it was possible, Seth turned a shade whiter.

Jacob seemed to stumble a bit, almost like he lost his footing simply by standing there. "You… You two had sex?" He turned to Seth, his beta, hoping this was some big joke. Jacob looked half way between laughing and crying.

"Jacob. I'm so sorry." Seth moved in between Jacob and I. He was obviously scared, his hands were shaking, and I wanted nothing more than to hold them in that moment. But he stood between my imprint and I, still wanting to protect me.

Jacob moved forward in such a swift movement that I didn't see it at first. His hands were around Seth's neck. Screaming in his face.

"Jacob Black! If you hurt him… I'm gone." I stood up, putting my hand on Jacob's arm.

He stopped, looked from Seth to me and dropped him. "Nessie," He pulled me to him, "He hurt you." He whispered.

Is this what he thought? Jacob thought I could never willingly love anyone other than him. That the obvious thought for my imprint was that I must have been taken advantage of. That I was forced into this scenario. That no matter what, I was the victim.

"No, Jacob, we're in love." I whispered.

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Love, Joplin.