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Chapter 6 The Changes

A boy of fifteen with purple shadows under his eyes stared back at me as I looked myself over in the bathroom mirror.

He had slightly protrusive gray eyes, spiky black hair that was a mortal enemy of brushes and hair gel. He had a fairly decent face, though somewhat young in appearance and his body was okay, too, lean, with a fairly nice abdomen that showed all of his stomach muscles.

But the thing that was confusing me was the lack of hair.

I was sure that a few days ago there had been some curly black pubic hair around my crotch and hole. Now it was completely smooth, not even an eight o'clock shadow was visible on any part of my skin, even on my armpits. My face hadn't needed shaving and it was this that had alerted me to this mysterious change in my body.

I ran my hand across my jaw, feeling how completely smooth my face was. There wasn't a trace of hair to be found on me except for the rebellious clump on the top of my head. Hell, there wasn't even any on my knuckles.

Okay, I was officially freaked out.

"Seth! Get your ass out of the bathroom or you're going to be late for your first day of school!" Sam's roar on the other side of the door made me jump and I nearly slipped on the floor that was still covered in water from my shower.

"You know, the freaking world won't end if I'm a few minutes late!" I shouted back, feeling my temper rise. Who was he to tell me what to do? Why should I listen to someone who was going to let...no, I wasn't going to think the deal he had made with Jacob

I wasn't about to phase in the bathroom of all places. Jared and Quil would never let me hear the end of it. That was another reason I was so worried about going to school today. I had either one or both of them in every one of my classes, making my life one of the best cases of complete and utter despair ever been recorded.

Those two had recently been put under instruction by Jacob, to watch me and, needless to say, they had been looking forward to humiliating me when Jacob wasn't around to stop them.

The high, mighty, and overly-hormonal alpha had been unwilling to let me go out of his sight in the outdoors, let alone in a school, so I knew that he would have me watched at all times.

Perfect.

I turned my attention back to the mirror and wished yet again that I knew why my body was behaving like this, changing in subtle ways that made me look even more feminine than I already did.

But, like so many other things in my life, I had no real, satisfying answers to my questions.

Jay had given me the hows last night but he hadn't given me the why's and this bugged me.

There were so many questions I had wanted to ask him.

Why did Jacob imprint on me?

Why was I able to have kids?

Why were all signs of puberty vanishing from my body?

Is there any way to get out of this mess I'm in?

But these were questions I would probably never have the answers to.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I looked at the bruises that adorned my arms and neck.

The one on my arms were from when I had gotten out of his grip and made a run for it but he had caught me, pinning me to a tree. He had squeezed my arm so hard that it was back to stinging whenever I touched it.

The one on my neck was from where he had bitten me after he had finished violating my mouth's privacy. It was almost gone but it was a reminder of how determined Jacob was to have me.

Like I needed another thing to remind me that I was the alpha's property, or was going to be, however unwillingly.

I was even more pissed about the knowledge that I was able to have kids. The look on Jacob's face when he had heard the news was like a cross between a kid on Christmas day and a sadistic rapist.

Jacob might think that he was being fair to me but I could honestly say that he was either the biggest jerk in the world or just plain stupid. But the idea that he was both was more likely.

I winced as I remembered the animalism and possession in his growl as he attacked my lips. I was still furious at him for marking me, however temporarily, so it was a good thing that he hadn't been around this morning.

I had woken up alone in my bed, alone for the first time since I had phased and would have liked this fact if not for two other annoyances.

One: I had my first day of school today. Well, first day as a werewolf anyway, and I wasn't exactly looking forward to breaking up with Kim. She was a good friend, if a little talkative, and I didn't like hurting her, knowing that she would be hard-pressed to find another boyfriend with her braces.

Two: I had a major headache. I mean seriously, it felt like a hangover or something. I had never actually gotten drunk but I had come across Jared when he had consumed a few thousand too many drinks. I had to drag him to my house so Sam could look after him and his migraine the next day while we were on patrol together was enough to give me one.

Shoot, the last thing I needed on my big return to the realm of mortals was a jackhammer in my head and a three hundred pound werewolf raping me in the school hallway.

But the fates apparently had other plans, seeing as I had more of both than I would have otherwise preferred.

I sighed and wrapped a towel around my skinny hips, securing it tightly in my left hand before turning off the light.

I opened the door only to see Jacob waiting for me, leaning against the wall a few feet in front of me, his hands in his pockets, his jaw set in a sort of half-smirk, half-scowl. He had a pair of worn jeans and a dark gray t-shirt that showed every muscle of his massive torso in high definition.

Jeez, was it really so hard to wear a shirt that wasn't three sizes too small?

"Hey baby," he murmured, walking towards me, his eyes racing over my body and stopping at my hand as it kept the towel from coming apart. He licked his lips and I gulped, feeling fear rush though my chest as I saw the lust in his eyes.

"Don't call me that." I snapped, tightening my grip on the piece of cloth and resisting the urge to shiver as he neared me.

He continued until he was a few feet from me, reaching past me and closing the open bathroom door before putting his hands flat on the wooden surface just a few inches from the sides of my head.

I backed into the door instinctively as he moved his head forward, realizing my mistake too late as I saw that I was trapped by his arms. His lips brushed mine briefly before he ran them across my cheek as he made his way down to my neck, his hot breath running across my skin and making me shiver.

"My mark is fading." he grumbled into my skin as he kissed the exact place that he had bitten me.

"Thank god," I muttered, clenching my hands into fists and wishing that I had the strength to actually cause some damage to his stupid weight-lifters body.

Then, before I could close my mouth, I blurted, "Wouldn't want Paul to get the wrong idea."

His head flew back up until he was facing me again, rage in his pitch black eyes. His hands came down and gripped my shoulders, his grasp so tight I could feel my bruises moving aside to make room for some new ones.

"What?" He shouted as he shook me, causing my hand to bang against the door several times. I could feel a goose egg start and vanish each time it left the wooden surface, only to be replaced by another when my head came back down.

"I was being sarcastic," I yelled back, shoving against his chest, trying to get him off me. "Get a grip you stupid jerk!" With that I pushed him away and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I seethed as I went around my room, grabbing a pair of boxers and an outfit that would state: I am a person, not a sex toy.

I managed to find a nice navy blue t-shirt and a pair of white khakis when Jacob kicked open my door, his eyes dangerous as he shoved me against the wall.

"I should fuck your tight little ass right now." He muttered darkly, his right hand sliding down my shoulders until they were on my hips while his left moved to the center of my chest, keeping my body against the wall.

I gulped and started to squirm as he began to move the towel that was still on my waist aside. This was the last thing I wanted and I wasn't going to go down willingly.

"Such a nervous little submissive," He murmured, his breath rushing across my face as he moved his mouth towards mine. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He chuckled and I could feel his burning hand just inches from my cock." At least until you beg me to move faster."

Oh crap.

"Jacob!" Sam's voice made me jump again but I was glad to hear it none the less. He stood a few feet away from us at the entrance to my room, shooting daggers at Jacob.

"What?" Jacob snapped, his left hand still holding my torso to the wall and his right still in the towel.

There was a moment of silence as Sam took in the scene in front of him, me in nothing but a towel and Jacob with his hand inside of it, the alpha's intentions painfully obvious.

"Your dad wants you home." Was all my brother said before casting him a warning look.

A growl went through Jacob's chest but he removed his hand from the almost completely exposed region between my legs.

I breathed a sigh of relief but it was caught in my throat as Jacob brought his hand up and gripped my face, forcing me to look at him as he glowered down at me.

"We'll finish this later, baby." he growled threateningly, kissing me roughly before leaving, muttering to himself under his breath.

He paused at the door, glancing at me in a way that made me feel even more naked than I already was.

"I promise," he growled, a smirk on his face before he left.

I waited until I heard the front door slam before I allowed myself to breathe again.

I slid down the wall until I was in a sitting position, practically hyperventilating as the realization of how close I had come to having him touch me in the last place I wanted him to came over me like a tide.

I sat there for several minutes, trying to relax or at least stop breathing like I had just spent an hour underwater, both of which I was in the middle of doing.

Good luck with that, I thought. How can anyone relax when you have a dominate who wants nothing more than to rape you until you don't have the guts to even breath without his say-so.

Dominate.

The title suited Jacob. Everything about him was dominating and possessive. And not in a good way.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I waited for my heart to stop its hyperactive beat. It finally got bored of thumping out the beat to Hot n' Cold and calmed down.

I groaned as I got to my feet and collected the clothes I had dropped and pulled them onto my body before throwing my bag over my shoulder. I was still sore from last night and I was almost positive that what had just happened hadn't been the best thing for my bruises.

Oh well, there was nothing I could do about it, except pray that I would get run over by a truck. Not that it would kill me; just make me black out long enough for my bruises to heal.

Phft, I should be so lucky.

Or better yet, why not ask for Jacob to get run over, then maybe he would go into a comma for a while and give me time to escape.

I finished with my preparations and staggered down the steps in a manner that would have led a stranger to believe that I had been enjoying myself a little too much at a bar the night before.

"Morning, sleepy-head." Emily's voice was bright and cheerful and I blessed her with a weak smile before attacking the dishwasher, looking for a clean bowl.

After reminding me to take my lunch money from the counter and wishing me a good day at school, she left to get ready for the day, humming to herself as she went.

She was so lucky to have such a positive outlook on life. The only outlook I was able to have was ridiculously negative.

Then again, she had a bright future to look forward to, whereas I only had a life of submitting in my future.

"Billy said that he's giving the pack a ride to school so be sure that you're outside when he arrives," Sam said absentmindedly as he scanned the paper as he ate what looked like his eighth bowl of cereal.

"Anyone dead?" I asked, yawning as I poured the cereal and milk into a bowl usually reserved for mixing cookies and other confections.

"Not yet, but there will be if I catch you and Jacob going at it again." His voice was accusing and threatening as he looked at me over the paper.

If I had been in wolf form my hackles would have raised to their full capacity as I glared at him.

"Believe me, Sam," I growled acidly while I gave him a glare that should have burned a gaping hole through his head, "If I could stop Jacob I would, but he kisses me, I don't reciprocate."

"That's not what Jacob said last night. He claimed that you kissed him of your own free will." The accusatory quality in his voice became more pronounced and I thought I heard some disappointment behind the carefully layered tone.

I scoffed.

"Yeah right, he ordered me to kiss him back. There is no way I would ever do it willingly."

Sam stared at me and he seemed about to believe what I was telling him. Then his eyes narrowed.

"That's not what he told me."

I snorted as I shoved another spoonful into my mouth, chewing it up before swallowing.

"Jacob gives orders as often as he draws breath, he probably didn't even realize he was making me kiss him." I said, my voice sounding thick through the wad of goo in my mouth that was all that remained of my spoonful of cereal.

Sam's face softened and he returned to his newspaper, murmuring something that sounded like "Probably."

We ate in silence for a few moments when Leah came bounding down the steps, her hair tied into tight pony tail that made her head look smaller than it normally did without the wavy black hair that usually framed her face.

"So," she said, grabbing a bowl and pouring herself some breakfast. "How'd it go last night? I mean, with the Jay guy."

I shrugged, my mouth full of cereal and a lump growing in my throat as I remembered the look of pity Jay had thrown at me when he was leaving.

I swallowed the lump and the cereal before answering, grabbing my empty bowl and rinsing it out in the sink. Emily was very adamant about people cleaning up after themselves and it wasn't a good idea to get her angry when she had a werewolf husband who would happily crush anyone who upset her.

"It went okay, I guess, he explained about how I'm a freak among freaks who already freaks to other freaks." I wasn't able to keep the bitterness out of my voice but I did make a considerable effort, even if it was in vain.

I felt Leah's arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me in a comforting embrace.

Suddenly, the pressure of what I knew I was going to have to go through came crashing down on me and I burst into tears, turning and burying my face into Leah's chest as I bawled, soaking her front completely in the liquid incarnation of my despair.

I didn't want this, I didn't want to live my life in submission to a person I abhorred, a person who wanted my complete and total compliance to whatever depraved, twisted thought came into his perverse mind.

I didn't want to be labeled as gay, which I wasn't. I didn't want to be known only as Jacob's property, I wanted to be known for my own choices, not my stupid dominant's mistakes which I knew must be numerous.

Leah rocked me back and forth in a soothing manner as I cried until I had no more tears left in my eyes, after which I just gave off the occasional dry sob as the sound of Leah's comforting heartbeat calmed me.

I finally pulled away and gave her a watery smile.

"Thanks," I croaked, "I needed that."

She smiled affectionately before giving me a pat on the back and returning to her now soggy cereal.

I wiped my eyes and grabbed my lunch money. I did feel much better now that I had given release to some of the turmoil inside me.

"So," Sam's voice made me jump again, he sounded awkward so I knew he must have witnessed our display of affection as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "What did you think of Jay?"

I shrugged as I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the tap. I gulped it down and winced as my eyes watered, my werewolf body using the moisture to get my red eyes out of their puffy and dry state and giving me back my energy.

"He seemed okay, I mean, he didn't kill me or anything."

I glanced at myself in the microwave, somewhat impressed at how I looked exactly like I had before bawling. One of the perks of being a werewolf. I didn't even feel emotionally drained which I would have been under normal circumstances as I turned back and walked over to the table, grabbing my bag from where I had thrown it under the table.

"The only thing that bothered me," I said as I shuffled through it, making sure I had everything. "Was that it seemed way too convenient that he knew everything about imprinting and his only excuse was that he had some sort of special gift. I mean, honestly, he seemed more like a grown-up stuck in a kid's body than someone who watched his grandparents die and got raped. He didn't look like he'd gone through anything worse than deciding what to have for lunch."

"Yeah, he's quite the character." Sam chuckled.

I glanced at Sam as he leaned against the counter, having changed positions without my knowledge.

"You've met him?"

Jay didn't look old enough to have been around when Sam phased.

He nodded as he looked into the distance with an expression on his face that was partly nostalgic, partly amused.

"Yeah, he talked to me when I first phased. He's the one who told me everything about werewolves. Except he said that he was from another universe."

I looked at him, confused. Why did Jay lie?

He glanced at me, an understanding look on his face.

"I know, I was confused when I found out. Turns out no one know anything about him; he changes the story every time you ask him. He's been around forever, since werewolves first came into existence and he hasn't aged in all that time. We think that he's some kind of spirit, perhaps the soul of the first werewolf or Ephraim Black, Jacob's ancestor, and he goes around explaining things about the supernatural world to people who don't have anyone else to tell them."

"He did say that someone named Ephraim raped him so maybe he just likes using himself in his stories."

Or maybe the story he had told me was true. It wouldn't surprise me, seeing how he was related to Jacob.

Sam shrugged, moving towards the door after glancing out the window at the sound we both heard. The sound of a truck coming down the gravel road towards the house. I grabbed my bag and followed him, calling out to Emily that I was going.

Leah shouted a goodbye from the kitchen and I heard her pull out her phone then the click of buttons as she did one thing or another with her gadget.

I wished I had a cell phone; I should start hinting to my family that I want one for my birthday.

Not that I would actually be able to enjoy my birthday, seeing how I would be, however grudgingly, involved in other activities with my alpha and his dick.

I shuddered as I thought of the things he had imagined since imprinting on me. None of them were especially appealing and I knew that once Jacob got an idea in his head he wouldn't let it go until he had fulfilled it.

Lovely.

"Jay is certainly an enigma. One that'll probably never be solved." Sam continued as he opened the door and we stepped out onto the porch, just in time for a red truck to drive up the driveway. "I wouldn't worry about him too much."

The majority of the pack was in the back of the pick-up, all laughing and talking, happy as any bunch of werewolves could be on a school day.

Jacob was in the passenger seat, his eyes burning into my head as I avoided his gaze. His promise was still fresh in my mind and I wasn't about to provoke him when he hadn't had time to cool down.

His dad, Billy, was driving. I felt him cast a disapproving glare at me but I ignored him, I didn't have any respect for the man who had a hand on cursing me with Jacob by helping him come into existence.

"Have a good day, don't get into fights, get good grades, the usual junk." Sam chuckled, ushering me off the porch.

"Sure, sure." I muttered as I saw Jacob start to open the cab door.

Such a gentleman. Hah, I would sooner die than accept courtesy from a guy who had threatened to rape me not twenty minutes ago.

I ran up to the back, tossing my backpack into the heap of school bags in the middle of the back of the truck before he was able to get fully out of the cab.

"Don't bother." I muttered to him as I heaved myself over the edge before siting myself between Embry and Quil, crossing my arms in a defiant manner.

I heard Jacob slam the door and saw him walk around the truck until he was on my side, his look murderous. I gulped and felt the color rush out of my face. He certainly wasn't coming over to give me a pat on the back.

"Jacob, get back in the car." Billy's voice was stern but I detected a hint of fear in his voice, like he had never seen his son act like this. But, for once, Jacob listened to his dad and climbed into the passenger seat, grumbling.

I resisted the urge to smirk, knowing that he was probably watching my every move through the rear view mirror.

Instead I contented myself with a small smile and joined in with the rambunctious conversation as best I could, carefully avoiding all subjects that had to do with girls since I knew Jacob would be furious if I talked about that kind of thing.

Stupid Imprint.

As we drove I glanced around at the pack as they disregarded my attempts to be a part of their chattering.

I felt ignored and I found this fact extremely weird. Usually I was fine being left alone but being brushed off by the same people I had shared my inner-most thoughts with, however unwillingly, I found somewhat ominous.

Quil suddenly turned to me, his smile bigger than ever as he spoke.

"So, you want a boy or a girl?"

I stared at him in shock, not able to say anything.

How the hell did he know that I was able to have kids? Did Jacob tell him? Was he the only one, or did the whole pack know?

I saw that the conversation had stopped and they were all looking at me, Paul with a smirk on his face, Jared looking kind of sickened, Embry with his usual even temperance, and Quil expectant, the same smile still on his mouth.

"Er," I stammered, at a loss for words, "What are you talking about?" Might as well play innocent.

Quil's eyebrows furrowed confusedly and he frowned slightly.

"Jacob said that you can have kids, it was all he talked about this morning and he said he couldn't wait for-"

I felt the color drain from my face and a shiver race up my spine. Just what was he planning?

"That's enough Quil," Billy and Jacob growled in unison over the roar of the truck, apparently having listened to the whole brief exchange.

Quil frowned still more but turned away, obviously baffled by my denial of being able to have kids.

Quil loved children and they loved him, he was the big brother of nearly everyone from the ages of twelve to one in the whole of La Push and he just couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't to have one. I knew that one of the major things he was looking forward to about imprinting was having kids.

We rode the rest of the way to the school in silence, me trying to get my head together, and the other members of the pack giving me glances that varied from grossed out to pitying.

We finally parked and I grabbed my bag from the heap and hopped down, knowing that Jacob was probably still mad at me for defying him.

Just what I needed, a stern talking to.

"Hey," his voice sounded softer than it usually did, instantly putting me on the defensive. If he was talking to me like someone he cared about as a person rather than a piece of ass, it didn't bode well for me.

"What?" I snapped irritably, shouldering my backpack more securely on my shoulder before making my way into the crowd of students as they filled into the schools double doors. I made it to my locker and opened it, depositing several items into it and making a mental note to clean it out as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry."

Annoyance got the better of me and I turned around to face him, crossing my arms across my chest. He really did look regretful, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that made him look even more pathetic than he usually did.

"About what?" I growled, "Imprinting on me? Threatening to rape me? That I'm not yours? Tell me Jacob Black, just what are you really sorry about? "

His eyes flashed and he trembled slightly.

"Never speak to me that way again." His voice shook as he moved forward slightly, his hands in fists at his sides. "Never say that you aren't mine, Seth. You belong to me and don't you ever try to believe differently."

I felt my temper rise but I managed to not attack him...for the moment. "Well, that's the beauty of it," I said coldly as I shoved a stack of books into my backpack, "I already do."

I grabbed my bag and stormed towards my first class. I was just glad that it wasn't history so I wouldn't have to deal with Jacob who was walking right behind me, making me feel uncomfortable in addition to being pissed off.

When I entered the class Jacob's hands went around my shoulders, pushing me against the doorway in full view of the people in class and in the hall. A small crowd began to gather outside the door, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Just remember Seth," he snarled in a low voice, his mouth inches from mine, "If anyone touches you or you touch them, I'll kill them and fuck you over their dismembered corpse."

I gulped and he kissed me possessively before leaving me to face the stares of my classmates and the small crowd that had temporarily parted to let him through.

I felt my face turn bright red and I was just glad that Kim wasn't in this particular class; I didn't want her to think that I was leaving her to be with Jacob.

I sat down and quietly seethed in my chair as the others in class kept glancing at me with the same emotions the pack members had visited on me earlier. Even the teacher looked at me more than she usually did.

When class let out I was more pissed than I had ever been in my life.

I shoved my way through the throng of students and stomped out of the room in a fury and into the rapidly filling hallway as I made my way to my locker, ignoring the looks I was getting.

Honestly, gossip must be the most popular form of communication in La Push. Now everyone knew about me and Jacob.

Shit, Damn, and other curse words.

I was walking down the hall from my locker to Algebra, wishing I had a shotgun with which to blast Jacob's balls off, when several things happened.

I saw Kim running towards me, an excited look on her face as she picked up speed while she wove through the crowd. She must not have heard about the incident outside of class since she seemed excited to see me.

If she had heard she would have avoided me, and been crying her eyes out. She didn't handle breakups very well.

I saw Jacob coming down the hall towards me, his eyes on Kim's back as she neared me, his thoughts painfully etched on his face. He was obviously thinking: That bitch, I'm going to kill her.

I saw Jared brush past me, a smirk on his face as he tripped Kim so she went flying into my arms. This surprised me so much I lost balance, falling onto my back with her top of me.

We stared at each other in shock for a full two seconds before a blood-curdling roar of anger shot through the school hallway and I saw Jacob running towards us, shoving people out of the way as he neared us while we lay dumbfounded on the floor in a very suggestive position, murder in his eyes.

Oh crap.