Chapter One: The Major's Jailbreak
I sighed heavily and looked at the pouting eyes of my wife.
"Alice…" I warned, tired of her manipulations. Alice and I have been together for half a century but it was only recently that my irritation made itself known.
"Please, Jazzy," She begged. My irritation spiked at the damnable nickname she threw at me. The Major rattled the bars of his carefully constructed cage and growled irritably, fueling my own anger.
"No, Alice," I snapped. "I said no and I meant no!" I paced ion agitation. "I am not going on another one of your damnable week long shopping trips! It's bad enough you dress me and control me like a fucking puppet! I'm never enough for you! You always want more, more, more!" I was shaking in rage and the Major was pacing and snarling eagerly. It had been 50 years since I'd let him free, and every day for the past three months he'd been weakening his confines.
"Fine, Jasper! You know what? We're not even mates! If you don't like how I treat you, then leave! Go right ahead, I'll find someone else to love! Goddamn it, Jaz, I thought we had an agreement when we got married the first time!" She roared, throwing up her hands in exasperation and running them through her hair, nails scratching her skull.
"No, Alice!" I roared back at her. "We didn't! You caged The Major and I agreed to marry you if you kept him away! But I have news for you, he's still there! In the back of my mind, he's there; and I really prefer him to you. So, congratulations; we're getting a divorce and I'm leaving the Cullens. The Major is going to look for our real mate!" And with that, I let the beast free, dissolving the mental bars of his prison and allowing him to merge with Jazzy.
And Major Jasper Joshua Whitlock was reborn. I was fucking exstatic.