When I finally woke up, my eyes felt dry and scratchy from tears. I was still wearing, well, nothing. Clearly my pack mates believed in yelling at me to get the story, but not protecting my modesty. But then, I'd lost any modesty I'd had long ago. Phasing uncontrollably isn't exactly a good way to keep horny teenage boys from seeing you naked. There was a split second, right before you became full wolf, that after your clothes shredded, you were standing there naked and shaking. And that split second, that little, tiny glimpse, was all the material they needed. Disgusting. Grabbing a big t-shirt and some shorts from my dresser, I wrapped the sheet from my bed around me and made my way to the shower, wincing at the still lingering pain between my legs. Apparently, wolf healing healed rape wounds about as fast as a crushed bone. Lovely.

Walking into the bathroom, I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. I paused mid-step, turning to look at myself. My medium length black hair was tangled and filthy, my eyes red and puffy. Blood was smeared in various places. Tears tracks could be seen on my dirt smeared face. Raising my fist, I slammed it into the disgusting image.

Glass shattered.

Pain exploded in my hand.

Blood ran down my arm.

I smiled.

This, this felt good. I stared at my bloody fist in wonder. I barely felt the pain that would have caused me tears yesterday. Of course I wouldn't feel this. Small slices and cuts were nothing next to the physical and emotional pain Jacob Black had caused me. Jacob. His name ran through my mind over and over again. Where was he? How was he? Did he feel guilty? He should. I hate him.

But no. I could never hate him. Not my Jacob. Yes, my Jacob. He is mine. I don't care who he imprinted on. He chose me, loves me. We made love yesterday in the forest. Yes, that was it. What was everyone freaking out about? So Jacob and I had goodbye sex and it got a little rough. Nothing serious or crazy. No big deal. I'm fine. Perfectly okay. Nodding my head and smiling, I proceeded with my shower. As the blood and dirt washed down the drain, I smiled. I would remember yesterday forever. It was a damn shame that Jacob had imprinted, but I understand. He can't help it and there is no fighting an imprint. Sam proved that to me long ago and there was no doubt in my mind that if Jacob could fight for me he would. He loved me.

I don't understand how he does though. He is amazing. Perfect, full lips, shining black hair perfect for running your fingers through, and warm, brown eyes. A winning personality. And then there was me. Ugly. Bitter. Bitchy. Unworthy of someone so wonderful. Yanking on my t-shirt and shorts, I was ensured I stepped on the broken mirror pieces, harshly punishing myself for being so horrible. It made no sense that he would love me. But he did. I sighed, life would be so boring from now on. I was alpha. I had control of the whole pack. I could feel them, they were here. Sitting in my living room. Smiling, I walked into the room.

"Morning boys. You better have left me some food or I'll beat your sorry asses. No, wait. I'll alpha order you to beat each others sorry asses," Chuckling, I walked to the fridge and pulled out eggs, cheese, and butter. I could feel there eyes on me. "You know, no matter how much you glare at me, I won't combust. I'm alpha now. Deal with it." As soon as my eggs were scrambled and on a plate topped with cheese, I turned to face them, "Look, I know this will be hard to adjust to, but none of you have a choice and I promise to be fair when deciding who my second is. So I think I'l-" I stopped my little speech abruptly. "What's with the weird looks?"

"Leah..." Seth said, looking horrified.

"What little brother? Spit it out!" I snapped, getting irritated. These fuckers were ruining my good mood.

"Um...Alright... Do you not remember anything? Like what happened with Jacob?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah. Trust me, I do. And you all need to chillax, just cause I like it a little rough and asked from more then I could handle, doesn't mean you guys get to jump all over my case." Everyone gasped. "Real dramatic guys. Synchronized gasps. Just lovely. Get the fuck out of my house."

"Leah!" I turned to Sam, "You're in denial. Its okay. We understand, but you need to realize that acceptance is the first step towards recovery and-" My laughter made him stop short.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy... you sound like one of those goddamn self help books! You've been watching to much Oprah lately. Don't worry, I'll tell Emily about your strange little addiction and we'll get you some help," Resting my hand on his shoulder, I fought to keep a straight face, "Together we can find a cure."

"Damn it! Sam's not the one who needs help!" Jared shouted.

"Whoah, down boy!" I yelled, throwing up my hands. God, they're all innocent virgins! "Look, I had sex, big deal! I'm 22! Its not like it was my first. Sam, you of all people should know that!"

"It wasn't sex! It was r-"

"Seth Harry Clearwater, if you say it was raped I will kick you out of the pack and order you never to phase again. Now, I'm going to patrol since none of you morons thought it was necessary to send someone out. News Flash! We don't have the energizer-bunny-pixie-seer to warn us anymore. We're on our own without the lovely leeches!"

I ran out, ignoring there yells.

Song for this one: 3 Days Grace: I hate Everything About you.

I own nothing!

Kinda pointless, but this is my venting story. I'm using personal experience and feelings for this one. So it might be kind of crazy. And yes, Leah is totally losing it. Thanks for reading! I really hate to be the writer that begs for reviews but... please please please? With a pack of sexy wolf boys on top?-

Selene.