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Chapter 3 The Agreement

I sat on the edge of my bed, covering my eyes with my hands, wondering what I had done to deserve my fate. Had I killed someone? Starved a third world country? Started WWIII?

Not to my knowledge.

I lay my back on the tangled sheets that still smelled like Jacob with a groan, willing myself to go to sleep. It had been the worst Saturday in the history of the world because I only had three months left to be a virgin.

Like I said, worst Saturday ever.

My eyes smarted horribly. The tears that I had shed last night, combined with the lack of sleep, left them dry and sore. My arm still hurt and my lips felt swollen.

Could I even go to sleep? Now that I knew what lay in store for me?

Sam had interfered at the last second, managing to save me from Jacob and a butt-load of pain, but only temporarily. I suspected that he only stepped in to save Leah, really. As soon as Jacob had started to take my shorts off she had attacked him. She was in wolf form and he was still in in human, but he had still gotten the upper hand.

I winced, remembering the encounter.

A growl shot through the clearing as Leah charged Jacob, still on top of my frozen body. He had turned me over and had been about to remove my shorts. As she reached him he grabbed her by the scruff and heaved her across the small space. She crashed into the trees, Jacob starting towards her, still in human mode, when Paul growled threateningly at him.

Paul and Leah had been pretty much best friends since they were kids, never advancing past that stage and content for it to stay that way. They never dated, only hung out, and never got jealous if the other one had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Paul had even gone through a stage where they both had boyfriends and Leah was perfectly fine with this.

She accepted him even when he had been gay, however temporarily.

In a way, I guess they were only friends because they could put up with each other in a way that no else could. She was frank and sharp-witted, almost to point of insulting, and he was as sarcastic as the day was long and dumber than a board. He teased and she retaliated, he tripped, she punched. It was almost as if they showed their affection for the other by fighting and knew that, no matter what was said, it was never honestly meant.

They just laughed whenever people told them that they should become more to each other; they were happy in their relationship and didn't want it to change.

I knew all of this from just observing it as a human and it was only confirmed when I saw it in their minds.

They were living proof that opposites attract and if there was one thing that the big-mouthed jerk hated, it was to see anyone to physically abuse his BFF.

"Shut up." Jacob snarled at the silver wolf. Paul's mouth snapped shut with a click but the hair on the back of his neck remained up. He struggled against the gag that Jacob had put on him and started forward.

I wondered what he would be saying if he had been human. Probably none of it would have been below a rated-R movie.

"Stay were you are." Jacob shouted, running towards Leah as she struggled to regain her footing. Paul froze in place, watching them with panic on his wolf face. As Jacob neared her a shiver ran down his spine and I realized that he was about to phase. I tried to cry out but Jacob's order even applied to my mouth. I knew that if Jacob could do that to Leah in human form, she stood no chance against him when he was in wolf mode.

He phased into the russet brown wolf and was charging her. The order hadn't just been directed at Paul. He had meant it for everyone, even Leah. I could tell she was panicking as he came closer to her.

A whine from Leah was all I heard and Jacob had her down.

Cheater.

He had ordered her to freeze and he was going to hurt her. I couldn't watch, like the coward I was, I turned away.

Where was the voice when you needed it? I tried to focus as Jacob closed the distance between himself and my sister. I had to relax my body, to somehow get rid of the bonds that Jacob had put on me just a few minutes before and move between them. I had to save her.

There was the sound of teeth tearing into flesh...

I sat up with a gasp, pain shooting through my arm. Damn, it still hurt. I had moved it only an inch or so, but enough for it to react.

I had managed, somehow, to get between them, but at a price. Jacob's claws had gotten into my arm and it were still healing, a day later.

A knock on the door.

I turned away from it willing whoever it was to go away.

Not that it had ever worked before.

"Seth?" Emily peeked around the open door, looking around at my trashed room.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, glancing at her as she walked in, kicking aside the shoes and clothes that littered the cramped space.

She was gorgeous, as always, with straight black hair that reached just past her shoulders. She had perfect skin that looked like the color of toasted cinnamon, only marred by a bright red scar on her neck that still hadn't healed completely, like my arm.

Only a few people knew that the scar went the length of her body, and still fewer knew that the scar was the consequence of having a werewolf imprint on you. Sam had lost control a few years back and he had hurt her without meaning to.

He still blamed himself for it, although Emily told him that it wasn't his fault. The scar on her neck and the one on my arm were proof that even imprints weren't completely safe from the one who did the imprinting.

"Hey," I murmured, looking away from her. I was ashamed of what I was and I didn't really want to spend time with anyone.

"Do you want some company? Or some chocolate chip cookies?" She held out a plate full of chocolaty perfection. She was a chocoholic's dream cook and I was the worst one on the planet.

"I'd appreciate both," I said, feeling the weight of the night before lift off somewhat. Still, I wanted to spend more time alone. Jacob had given me a lot to think about, and I was feeling nostalgic. But she had baked me her award-winning confections and I was willing to put up with a little company in exchange for them.

She smiled slyly. "Liar."

"What do you mean?" I asked as she crossed the room.

"I mean that you're not telling me the truth." She set the plate on the bed next to me and, sitting down next to them, took one.

I grinned; she could lift the mood even when she was being sarcastic.

They had a great relationship, Sam and Emily. She was the laughter and he was the solemnity. They were polar opposites, like Paul and Leah, only they had something helping them cope: the imprint. Sam had met Emily when she was sixteen and he was eighteen. She had been visiting a cousin and he had gone head over heels for her. And that was before he had phased.

I could totally understand why he had fallen for her. She was bright, cheerful, and a great cook. All of these were essential in an intimate relationship with my big brother. He was way too intense and serious and he ate like a bull. She helped him get through times when he was discouraged and he loved her more than life itself.

It helped that he was already in love with her when he had imprinted. She was a little more willing to go into a relationship with him than most imprints were at first. In most cases, the one who imprinted started to bug the object of their affection until the person broke down and went out with them.

Like Sam had said, it's hard to resist that level of commitment.

"What am I lying about?" I asked, following her example and taking a cookie.

"You tell me, you're the one doing it." She said, finishing her cookie and starting on another.

"Well, you seem to be the one who's jumping to conclusions and making unfair accusations." I pointed out, my words sounding thick from the cookie that I had stuffed in my mouth.

She sighed, then got up.

"You just want to spend some time alone. You don't want company."

I blinked in surprise. Was I that transparent?

"Get some rest," she continued making her way past the clutter. "I'll call you when supper is ready."

I watched her shut the door and felt a rush of affection. If not for the fact that she was my sister-in-law I might have had a crush on her when I was a kid.

I lay back on my bed, overturning the cookies. Several of them clattered onto the floor adding to the mess already covering it.

I didn't feel the need to pick up my room. The only thing I felt was despair.

Despair and resentment.

I didn't know why I was in this situation but I would let Jacob claim me with a completely, with willing heart, before I submitted. I would fight it; I would fight him, even if I ended with a missing arm.

Like the plate and its contents, my life had been overridden by forces that were beyond my control.

But, unlike the cookies, I wouldn't let my fate rule me. I would go against it, even if it killed me.

I closed my eyes and continued in my reminiscing.

*FLASHBACK*

"Jacob agreed to wait until you're sixteen before he mates with you."

I stared at Sam as he sat across me on the log, shock mingling with disgust.

"Mate with me?" I squeaked. "As in..." I couldn't go on; the thought was too gross for me to process with too much detail, even if I had been a hairsbreadth from it not two hours ago.

Sam nodded, looking exhausted.

I could totally understand why he looked tired. After dragging the three of us apart he had been faced with the prospect of having to get Jacob to talk when he was still determined, as Sam had put it, to "mate with me."

He had accomplished that task after some time and had come back without his leader and looking like Jacob had punched him. He had some source less blood running down his lip and a slightly purple eye. Even these small injuries had faded by the time he had reached me, squeezed between Paul and Jared on a fallen log.

This had been Jacob's only stipulation when he had agreed with Sam to negotiate my virginity.

Smart move on his part, since I had been seized by several bouts of cowardice in their absence and would have left somewhat sooner than Jacob would have preferred if not for my body guards.

They were careful not to touch me though. They had seen what Jacob done to Quil when the chocolate wolf had tried to help me up. The scar the alpha had given his friend wouldn't be healing any time soon.

"We need to talk." Was all Sam had said.

I had followed my brother to a small clearing that he and Jacob had apparently just vacated without much enthusiasm on my part. I wasn't too excited about finding out what my fate would be.

It was a small space, about ten feet across, that was well shaded from the evening sun. Two boulders sat in the middle, perhaps five feet away from each other, looking like large cubes of gray ice.

When we reached it Sam had turned to me and said, before sitting down, "I want this to be a normal meeting, if you please."

There were claw marks all along the trees and one of the two ton boulders looked like it had been freshly rolled into the small space for someone to sit on. I could see why he had made that request.

That was when he had told me the news. Which brought us to our current situation.

"It took some persuading," he said as I sputtered in front of him, "But I got him to agree that he would wait until you were sixteen to claim you. He accepted my proposal on the condition that I agree to sex if it was willing on your part."

I started to speak, angry denial of me ever willingly becoming intimate with someone who had almost raped me in front of the entire pack, flooding into my mouth and threatening to explode out of me.

Oh, please, not this again, the voice in my head said, calm down, you should be glad that he managed to get you three months of virginity instead of just backing down and letting Jacob have you.

I tried to think of an angle to argue from.

I couldn't. The voice was right. Three months was better than none.

I tried to think.

Impossible. My thoughts were so jumbled I couldn't think at all.

I tried swallowing.

No success. My mouth had tightened when I recalled all the things that Jacob had imagined doing with me, making the simple act of gulping impossible.

I tried breathing. I needed to stay alive, in any case.

Even less so.

I tried not phasing.

At last, victory. The voice was still there; calmly talking to me as if I were a child afraid of the dark and it was my mother, comforting me.

"Is that all?" I managed to say with difficulty. The tremors had faded but I had ripped my left short leg to pieces in the process of calming down.

Sam looked surprised that I hadn't phased and attacked him but kept his composure.

"Yes."

I nodded and started to get up.

"Seth," Sam suddenly looked a million years old, give or take a century. "Don't condemn him."

I stared at him. He was asking me not to hate Jacob?

Then I started to get angry.

"Oh, I wouldn't think of it," I snapped sarcastically, "That would be unfair of me. It's not his fault that he nearly raped me on the ground and is still determined to follow through with his dirty work. It's all my fault for being born."

"You should be glad he agreed to wait." Sam's face had turned into a mask-like state, the only sign that he was angry.

"Why?" I shouted, throwing my arms up.

"Because he's the Alpha."

"So?"

"Alpha's are hardwired to mate the moment they imprint," snapped Sam. "It's a part of who they are; they can't control it. He kept a grip on himself when you were unconscious for the sake of your sanity but when he saw you human and then later naked, it kind of hit a nerve. You started a chain reaction and his instincts took over. Every minute of the next three months are going to be torture for him. Every time he sees you he'll want to claim you, but he can't stay away from you."

"Then I'll leave him alone." I shouted. Actually, I'd make a point of avoiding him if I could help it.

"Have you ever seen me truly happy when I'm not around Emily?"

I scowled.

"Please, Seth, don't antagonize him. I don't know how long his control will last and I'm not about to have my brother pounded into submission on Jacob's sheets."

I didn't say anything. There was nothing left to say.

Sam stood and led me back to the clearing where the rest of the pack was waiting for us, Jacob mercifully still absent. I didn't think that I could have stood another minute in his company, so it was a small blessing that he was still missing.

Leah, in human form now, walked up to me. Without a word, she took my hand and led me away from the watching eyes of Paul, Jared, Quil, and Embry.

We reached the road where Sam's car lay idly on the side of the road, and Leah gestured for me to get in, still not speaking.

She drove, I was still miserable and she must have sensed it, not trying to make conversation.

Dinner was almost normal. The only differences being that Sam was absent and that I ate nearly twice as much as normal. I just felt ridiculously hungry and Sam never missed a meal if he could help it.

The evening passed slowly, almost lethargically. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, except for my accidentally breaking a glass in my abnormally strong grip. I still wasn't used to my strength, unfortunately for Emily's favorite mug.

It was eleven when I got sick of waiting for Sam to come and headed for my room, hoping for a few hours of sleep.

I wasn't really surprised to see Jacob sprawled on my bed, waiting for me. I wasn't surprised, but I was disappointed. There went all hope of getting a good night sleep.

I stood in my open doorway, my arms crossed. I felt his eyes rake over my body and resisted the urge to shiver. I was wearing jeans and an olive green t-shirt, thankfully, so at least I had some protection against his lustful stares.

He was dressed much the same, albeit with a black t-shirt that clung to his body much more than mine did. He patted the spot next to him, inviting me to sit.

I scowled and shook my head.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

He moved off the bed and walked over to me. I somehow stopped myself from running away from him.

He pulled me into my room before closing the door.

"I would think that it was obvious." He said, turning around.

I said nothing, just crossed my arms again.

He reached for my face, touching my cheek with his middle finger. "Beautiful." he whispered.

I growled and knocked it away.

His face darkened.

Suddenly, I was against the wall, Jacob hands pressing my shoulders against the blue painted surface.

"Remember whose you are." He snarled in my face.

"Leave me alone," I said through my teeth. Probably the stupidest thing I could have said since the last time I had said it I had ended up on the forest floor.

He chuckled.

"And if I don't?" he asked more quietly, removing one hand from my shoulders and running the back of it across the side of my neck.

I couldn't think of anything to say. There was really nothing I could do.

He smirked, an amused chuckle creeping in at the end.

"I thought so." He said huskily, lust in every syllable.

Then his lips were against mine, one hand under my chin, the other on my neck.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't fight back and risk setting him off. On the other hand, I wasn't about to just let him make out with me whenever he wanted.

The problem was solved for me as I was suddenly on the bed, Jacob kissing me even more passionately than he had in the woods. I felt his lips leave my mouth and run along my jawbone and then my neck, kissing the flesh. I was petrified with fear, that much I could admit, and if I hadn't been so stiff I might have shook.

"You taste so good." He moaned against my throat. As if to prove his point, he ran his tongue over my skin, coating it in a trail of saliva as he moved upward.

Okay, if I had been merely sickened by his behavior before, I was totally disgusted by what he was doing now.

Then I felt his swollen erection pressed against my stomach.

He was turning on.

That was it. I wasn't going to put up with this.

I opened my mouth to shout and bring Emily and Leah when my cellphone rang on the bedside table. I had brought it in from the car and had left it charging. Jacob's head snapped up, and shot for the phone.

I tried to grab it out of his hand but Jacob had already flipped it opened and put it to his own ear.

"Hello?" His voice was hostile.

He listened and I felt him stiffen. He glanced at me, still trapped by his body. I gestured for the phone but he ignored me.

"No, I'm afraid he isn't available right now."

He paused as the person talked on the other end of the phone. As they continued, his pose became gradually more rigid before the tremors started. Whatever the person was saying, it was starting to get him mad.

"I'll be sure and tell him that," he snarled into the phone. "Good-bye."

As I watched, he crushed the phone in his hand and flung it to the side, turning his attention back to me, his face livid.

"Do you know who that was?" he snarled, regaining his grip on my shoulders.

"No," I squeaked.

"Kim," he spat the name out like a curse word.

I gulped. That could not be a good sign.

"And do you want to know why she was calling?"

I thought about it. Survival instinct overrode curiosity and I shook my head.

His gaze softened and he let his torso drop onto his elbows.

"She wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tomorrow."

"Oh."

He chuckled.

"Can I go?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He stiffened again and his eyes flashed with anger.

"NO." He snarled.

I glared at him, annoyance getting the better of common sense.

"Why not? She's just a friend."

He snorted. He didn't believe me. It was true; really, she only pretended to be my girlfriend for the sake of her image.

"That's not what she told me," he sounded accusing, as if I had lied to him.

I was silent, deciding that pretending to be a mute was the best option at the moment.

He sighed, then pressed his lips against mine, more gentle this time. I kept still, not letting myself feel him.

After several moments he pulled away.

"Seth," he said, "I want you to break up with her. You belong to me, and I don't want to see you talking to her."

I opened my mouth, about to refuse to his demands, when his grip on my shoulders tightened, inflaming the partially healed wound on my arm. I managed not to gasp in pain but a wince escaped me.

"You can't..." I started before he interrupted me.

"Break up with her." He was using the alpha voice.

I would have to.

I was about to make some sort of rebellious comment when I felt his erection pressing into my leg. I felt the color race out of my face.

He smiled.

"No one is ever going to touch you again." his voice was light, conversational, "You belong to me and I'm not going to let anyone take you from me. I'm going to be the only one who ever kisses you and I will be the one to take your virginity." His smile vanished and his tone became sinister. "And if anyone ever tries to be more than a friend, I'll rip them to pieces."

I shivered.

"And if you ever try anything with anyone..." He trailed off.

"You'll what?" I asked, though I pretty much knew the answer.

He smiled coldly and, next thing I knew, my legs were on his shoulders and his crotch was pressed to my butt. I could feel his clothed erection straining to break through his jeans.

"I'll make you mine." he growled lustfully.

Then he let me slid back into my previous position before reaching over and flicking off the bedside lamp. He lay down next to me and pulled me against him until my back was against his chest. He held me tightly so I couldn't wiggle free and occasionally kissed the nape of my neck.

In the darkness that followed, as he slept beside me, I began to cry.

*END FLASHBACK*

I fell asleep on my bed, trying not to cry again.

I didn't hear Jacob come in through the window.

I didn't feel the gentle kiss he placed on my cheek.

I didn't hear him whisper in my ear. "No matter what you think or want or plan, Seth Clearwater." I didn't hear him pause before he kissed my neck. "I will claim you."