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A/N: I want to thank everyone who reads and especially everyone who has written reviews for this story. I love reading your thoughts, feelings and questions. I hope that I can answer some of your questions in my responses.

I am also pleased to announce that I've reached my 100 mark for reviews. WOW! I am truly inspired to write and keep it going with comments like yours. A special thanks to Blue Baby again….words cannot express my gratitude for what you've done for me. Thanks for all the help and the writing suggestions.

Because there are a few new characters for this story, I am considering creating a cast list, please let me know if this is something you'd be interested in seeing. This is one way you can see whom I envisioned when writing. All expect Nafre…though I guess I could have a list of all her different "looks". LOL Thanks again. ;)

Chapter 10: The Alpha Bitch

Nafre stepped into the upscale club located in the heart of Miami, watching the throng of people dance and moving and gyrating to the thumping music that filled the air. The first floor of the upscale club was packed with scantily dressed women and predatory men. The rich, sexy and the beautiful were all there for one reason, to party, to wild out and to get laid at one of the most exclusive clubs around. Pandora's Box was certainly making a lot of money, but that didn't surprise her at all. The alcohol was top shelf along with the best bartenders, wait staff and bouncers in the business. Not to mention the ambiance was best that money could buy. The club looked glorious with its state of the art sound system, hypostyle columns, intricate alcoves, and waterfall swimming pool outside the club. Everything about the club was catered perfectly.

You're back. A deep voice echoed in her head.

Yes. I had an errand to run. I'll be with you in a moment. She moved with the refined gracefulness of a panther as she stalked toward the back of the club, past the enclosed VIP section where two guards stood at the helm of a private black elevator etched with an M monogram in gold. A small tingling sensation washed over her as she felt a mental prod. Nafre's eyes narrowed as she looked around the mass of people, yet noticed no one suspicious or seemly with the ability to prod her. However the physic presence was there. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed her powers to help her to find its way to the one who had invaded her closed mind. Her eyes snapped open when she saw who it was. Interesting, she thought with a grin. A part of her was impressed that he was able to get through her safeguards; but he would have to learn that it wasn't polite to invade others thoughts. Stay out of my head! She gave him a psychic push as a small reprimand. It was clear that he had the power of her gifted blood running through his veins; but she was the master, the Alpha Bitch if you will, and she had plans.

Nafre turned her attention back to the guards that stood in front of the private elevator. She took her time looking over at the fine male specimens that guarded the domain. "Gentlemen, he's expecting me." She stated huskily. The two large men moved aside and allowed her entrance as their eyes took turns undressing her.

Mmm…yummy. If only I had the time to play. She thought naughtily. Once inside the elevator she punched a number onto the security pad that would drop her off at a secure floor that only a select few had admittance to. She moved with stealth down the corridor to a pair of double titanium doors with a magnetic lock on it. Using another code, she opened the doors and stood in the entrance way to a personal dojo decorated in dark cherry wood and steel that smelled of sweat, musk, earth and all male.

Standing in the middle of the fully equipped dojo was a magnificent creature. He was a thing of power. Raw masculinity and brutal strength that had women panting with desire with just one look at him. The man stood tall at 6'8 feet, broad shoulders and an unyielding muscular body without an ounce of body fat. His face was full of strength and beauty as he stared at his opponents with multi-colored eyes. One a startling blue eye and the other with the deepest color of gray. He sported a mohawk that left the sides of his head shaven that would have looked foolish on just about anyone. On him it made him look sensual and dangerous. Looking very much like the warrior she knew him once to be, he wore very little, dressed in an old fashion leather loin guard that did little to cover his massive muscular thighs. Sweat dripped off of him, his skin golden as an intricate tribal tattoo ran the length of the left side of his body. Muscles rippled as oil had been poured down his body. Yet this was nothing compared to his other body. When he changed he was truly a magnificent creature.

She watched his every move with a calculated eye as three huge men, each weighting at least 300 hundred pounds of muscles with serrated knives come at him. With incredible speed he took down each of the men in a matter of seconds, disarming one and breaking his hand, throwing the other with little effort to the wall 30 feet away and moving behind the last to lock his head in his arm. Just the right amount of pressure and that neck snaps. She watched as he put enough pressure on his opponent to drop him on the floor still alive. In the past, he would have killed his opponent. He had come from a world where brutal strength, aggression and dominance ruled. Those days were long gone. An unwanted waver filled her as she looked at him. Images of another like him filled her mind. Pain seared her heart, almost shredding it in two. She blinked back the tears that threatened to rise. No. This is not the time for those thoughts.

It's not fair you know…playing with them like that. She thought to him. Although he wasn't using his enhanced strength or speed, he still was too much for mere humans. When you're ready to take on a real opponent, let me know. It's been a while since I spared with someone. She received no response from him, though she knew that he heard her. Damn you are no fun anymore.

"Have Reign take a look at your injuries." A husky deep voice stated to the men lying in pain.

He strode over to another pair of doors pulling off his loin cloth that left him sublimely naked as he walked to his personal bath suite. Meet me in my office. He thought to her; the only indication that he knew that she was there. She smirked. At least being near him was never boring.

Pandora's Box: Third Floor

Jacob Black splashed cold water on his face in the men's lounge in Pandora. He still couldn't figure out what happened to him.

"Jake. Are you alright?" He turned to see Paul coming into the bathroom.

"Yeah. I got it to stop." He finished wiping the remnants of blood off his face.

"What the hell happened?" Paul asked with concern. He may be a hothead at times, but that didn't mean that he didn't care about Jake because he did. The man was family even if he and his dad weren't too thrilled that he was married to Rachel.

"I don't know. I was diving into my food and then I heard this …." He paused.

"What?"

Jake looked leery, maybe Paul wasn't the person to talk to about this because he was mentally connected to Sam. The last thing Jake wanted to do was to give Sam any more ammunition about him. Paul may be your brother-in-law, but for right now, just tell the members of your pack only. "I heard this piercing sound and then suddenly I had a headache. I'm not sure what happened."

"A sound?" Paul looked at him strangely. "Like a high pitched sound that only dogs can hear?" He asked with humor.

Jake laughed. Just play along. Don't tell him that you're hearing voices. Don't even mention the fact that whomever you heard nearly crushed your skull with a single thought. "Yeah…crazy. I guess I'm really turning into an alpha wolf right." He laughed as he slapped his hand on Paul's back. "Don't worry Paul…you aren't getting rid of me just yet. It's probably nothing. We better get back to the table cause leaving Seth alone with Nick isn't a good idea."

Paul paused for a moment. "Are you sure? I mean it was really scary for a second. Your face just drained and lost its color."

"It probably was some playback from one of the amplifiers they have in that club downstairs. I probably picked it up with my hearing. It's nothing okay. Don't worry dude." Jake followed Paul out of the bathroom. He looked around still feeling unsettled. Life was changing at a fast rate. A vampire he could handle. Chase the bastard and tear it to pieces. But now he knew that there was something else out there. Something that could bring him to his knees with a mere thought. It was sobering to think that you were an alpha only to find out what you were nothing but a bitch.

Lucian's Office

Lucian McLean stood in the middle of his office drinking his favorite drink while watching the party goers with little interest as two blonde women in their earlier twenties in expensive skimpy outfits took body shots off each other. Humans. He scoffed. You believe you're powerful, don't you? The highest beings on the evolutionary chain. If only you knew the truth; that you are nothing more than cattle to those who want to either drain you or enslave you. He was a powerful being with unlimited position, capital and power. Moreover he was an immortal creature with ultimate strength, unparallel speed, and animalistic senses that afforded him the ability to sense and hunt down his prey up to hundred a miles away. Though he had roamed the earth for hundreds of centuries, humans had always been a source of amusement for him since he had found that they had the capacity for great greed, betrayal, love and destruction. To the outside world, he lived a perfect life. He was rich, handsome and had unlimited resources. Little did they know that what he had now was nothing compared to a time in his life where his mere word was law, life and death of civilizations balanced by his word. One would have thought that he missed those days of ultimate power, control and authority but he didn't. He had done so much, lived through countless of trials, yet somehow life had become mundane. There was only so much wealth one could amass, toys one could purchase, and so many women that one could bed. The truth of the matter was for the last 200 years he hadn't been content. There was nothing to really challenge him or to get his blood running anymore. His business and investments weren't much of a challenge for him. The wars of old were over; there was hardly any need for hand to hand combat anymore. When he had been in his youth, he and his twin brother Grayson had embraced the act of war and enjoyed the thrill of crushing their enemy. But those days were over. Now he had to hide who he was; what he was capable of. Life no longer had the meaning it once did. The truth was nothing did. Life was as boring as a midget in an amusement park.

Nafre strode into Lucian's majestic office. Unlike most offices in clubs, the décor reminded her of a CEO office. There was no surprise that the door had his insignia of the M in an artistic spiral. Strong bold colors of burgundy and bronze adorned the expensive walled papered walls and the matching expensive furniture. There was also state of the art electronic equipment and a flat screen consul that worked like a large sized I-pad. She new with a click of a button he was able to view the on goings of the club, including the pleasure rooms on the second floor. Prostitution didn't bother her. She had been around for a long time when high price mistresses were all the rage. Lucian just asked for a renter's fee for the room assigned to each woman. He never messed with the ladies profits and ensured their safety on and off the premises. He had an intense need to protect the females regardless of their stature. There were three rules in Pandora's Box: treat the women with respect, even whores had feelings. No hands on the merchandise unless they asked. And no drugs sold or any on the premises. The no drugs policy had been hard to enforce at the beginning, but when Lucian's guard dog, Shiloh (no pun intended) got involved, people had enough sense not to mess with the rules. Exclusion out of the club was permanent; Lucian had enough money and businesses not to care about losing customers.

Lucian was dressed in a simple pair of jeans, black T-shirt that had the same emblem as the design on his office door and bare feet. He was looking through his darkened two way mirror down at the people on the floor mingling below. "Where have you been?" He finally addressed her. She leaned against the door. He turned when she didn't answer him with a hard look on his face. "Nafre, answer me." Nafre, as usual, had changed her image the way most women changed a pair of shoes. At the moment she was tall, blonde, white and voluptuous wearing an expensive black dress from Ralph Ricci. Regardless of what form she decided to take, he'd always be able to recognize her through her scent. Not to mention their mental connection. He did his best to keep an eye on her. She was all that he had on this earth and he'd do anything to ensure her safety. At times it was difficult because if anything she was unpredictable. Nafre simply courted danger. It was her way of life. There were times when she disappeared for months sometimes for years; then she'd reappear simply coming back home where she belonged as if she had never left.

"I had something to do." She stated gliding into the office to sit down in one of his custom made chairs by Parnairn. "Why? Did you miss me?" She asked coyly.

"I always miss you when you're gone."He answered as he reached out to touch her face in an act of gentleness that one would not normally attribute to him or one his kind. The moment his finger touched her face it changed to a mahogany color with a gold and dusty sheen of her natural skin color. Then when he removed his finger her skin turned white again.

Nafre smiled softly. "I know that you do, brother." Though I may not say it, it feels good to know that somebody loves me for me. She knew all they had in the world was each other. For hundreds of decades they had roamed the earth with no one to depend on but each other. They had lied, killed and would die for each other. But there were times when she had to leave him. Sometimes memories assaulted her. Memories that I can't control. It was during those times that she'd leave needing the solute of the forest, the deepest darkest jungles or the rainforest in the most remote places. She would go, pick an animal form and live off the earth.

"Do you plan to tell me what you've been up too?" He asked in a deep voice.

Nafre went to the large window that allowed him to monitor the club. She measured her words carefully before she spoke. "What if I were to tell you that I was completing a task. A very important one." She answered seriously.

Lucian looked at his sister. There was nothing more he hated than when she was elusive. What trouble are you getting yourself into now? If Lucian was anything, he was loyal. Although Nafre could be conniving and manipulative with her escapades, he loved her in spite of it. However there were times where he honestly thought that she was still a little mad from all the years that she spent being the prisoner of a sadistic vampire. It took you decades to stop screaming at night from the horrors heaped upon you. He felt his body temperature rise and instantly suppressed his reaction. The last thing he needed was his anger to cause him to change. It was hard, but to have seen what those creatures had done to her, it hurt him. That coupled with the loss of her mate caused her to be changed forever.

"Maybe I am mad…but that doesn't stop me from what I have to do." She responded.

He crossed his arms over his chest causing the muscles of his biceps to budge. "Which is?"

"I found my bracelet today." She stated as she pulled herself up to sit on the ledge near the glass as if he hadn't asked her a question.

Lucian stilled, his eyes narrowed. Okay…I'll play along, for now. "I thought that you left it with the people."

"I did." She responded sliding off her expensive heels. "However you should know better than anyone that things that are left behind have a way of coming back."

Lucian's eyes went to her wrist "You don't have it on." She smiled. Shit. That's not a good sign. What is she up too? And who am I going to have to bribe or kill to keep her safe?

"That's because I left it on a human."

"A human?" Why would you do that sister? I know what that bracelet meant to you.

"She's a shield I believe."

"A shield?" Lucian knew they were very rare. Human shields were born only once every 500 years. They were impervious to the will of vampires and other creatures. "Are you sure?"

She gave him a look. Am I not an omnificent goddess who knows everything? She thought to him.

"More like an aggressive she bitch who bullied her way to the throne as a goddess." He replied without humor.

"Only the Incas." She reminded with a hungry grin. "And the Egyptians." She looked for-longed. "Those were the days. The beauty of the earth, the freshness of the air, the tributes and the unbridled sex." She looked at him.

"Don't you miss it? Being adored? Being feared? Being the object of sexual fantasy?

"No." He replied.

"Come on brother." She grinned. "I remember that interesting taboo you and those three slaves from the Aswan who gave themselves to you….oh…never mind, things haven't changed that much. They are still throwing themselves at you. But it seems lately you aren't too interested." She played with one of her earrings. "Tell me, are you switching sides." She gave him an interested look.

Lucian paid her no attention. Nafre liked to push his buttons. It was moments like this that she reminded him of the carefree young woman she had been before she had been taken. Sometimes I miss that young girl, other times I don't. "No. I'll leave that to you." He knew that although Nafre's natural inclination was the preference of men, every so often she would take a female lover.

"That reminds me, I did meet a very beautiful young woman earlier with the most amazing russet skin and a body that…"

"The human; how did you know she was a shield?" He demanded with a commanding tone. He wasn't about to allow her to change the subject.

Nafre gave up trying to get under his skin. "I tried to push her, nothing happened. Well…." She remembered touching Bella's hand. "Something did." She turned to look at her him knowing that he'd not ask himself but would expect an answer. "I did nothing to hurt her, but something to ensure what I dreamed of came to pass."

Lucian stilled for he never asked about Nafre's dreams. He also didn't like the idea of playing God. Fate was a funny fickle bitch giving the wrong information and allowing information he would have needed to slip through his fingers like sand. That's why I hate those fucking dreams of yours.

"I dreamed of children born of a human shield. Fathered by a supernatural. Four children all gifted." She whispered in a language that was long dead and only they spoke. "One with the gift of life. One with gift of death. The other child with the gift of his father and mine. And one who will rise up to hold legions of those of your children, born of your blood. Together these beings all bound by blood, will create an unstoppable army that none other has seen and none will again. The Children of the Moon, the Anoix, the Cold Ones and the Fae will rise up and take their place allied in one cause against our most hated enemy." She turned to face him. A serious look shown in her eyes as they turned an eerie gold color as she stood. "They will be the ones to help us to finally destroy the Volturi."

Lucian's eyes began to glow an eerie gold color that masked over both of his eyes. His handsome face cracked and contorted. His bones elongated, razor sharp fangs lengthened and his fingers curved into huge talons. Instead of the handsome man reflection showing in the glass, a face of an amazing wolf like creature with incredible gold eyes and sleek blue black skin looked back at him. Lucian opened his mouth and a roar of epic proportions shook the office causing a crack to move up the bullet proof glass. Nafre merely smiled at the display of anger knowing that it was taking all that Lucian could not to fully change into his "other" form. They had waited and waited for hundreds of years to get her revenge against the Volturi; now they had a chance. All she had to do was wait for that tiny human shield, Bella Black, to give birth to her great, great, great, great grandchildren. The dye had been cast; it was now time for action.

LaterThat Evening

Nafre's eyes shined and faded as she ended her trance like state she had been in for the last ten minutes during her visions. Her hands had a slight tremor; it was a side effect for pushing herself in such a manner to "see" all that she could. Her destiny was at hand. There was another piece of the puzzle that had to be aligned. Lucian had left over an hour ago. He had been very silent after she had relayed her dream to him, not that that surprised her. She knew that he needed time to think. It had been fortuitous when his personal assistant had come in to remind him of an event on his calendar that he couldn't miss.

She had seen the fire in his eyes, the restlessness that had been living inside of him for the last hundreds of years had faded. For as long as she could remember they had put their combined powers together to try to get the Volturi, but those cretins had never left the security of their holdings. Instead they sent out "soldiers" to do their bidding. She knew better than anyone that it would be virtual suicide to try to take all of them on. Nafre would have given up her existence to get her revenge. But she couldn't forfeit her brother's life in the process. He was the only true blood of his kind left; the rest had been hunted down and slaughtered by Caius or killed in the wars. She knew that there were other ways he could create an army but that meant turning humans, something that Lucian refused to do.

She knew that it had taken him extraordinary strength on his part to keep from changing fully that evening. Just as it had taken all she could to keep him out of parts of her head. Nafre had only been too happy to see him leave. You know how much he hates your visions. He'd be even more reluctant if he knew that the Volturi weren't the only thing that you saw. She didn't blame him for his distrust of her "gift". Her visions didn't always help her when they needed them the most. Still, a large part of her was amused to know parts of what her brother was getting ready to go through. Your endless boredom ceases today. Lucian's life would never be the same and for that, she was relieved.

La Push

Bella walked down the long quiet beach, the warm sand digging in her black painted toes. The sun would be setting soon and she wanted her last taste of paradise before she retired for the night. A splashing sound in the water took her attention away from her thoughts as she turned to see a figure come out of the water. Her mouth dropped open. Oh my god, he is the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen. He came out of the water as if he was made for it, as if he were God Poseidon. Water cascaded over his lean muscular shoulders down his perfectly chiseled chest and washboard abs. Her mouth dried. Her body felt like it was on fire as she looked at him with ravenous eyes as he pushed his long hair out of his face. God, I love his hair long. I hate it when he has to cut it. Jacob turned and she spotted something new, a tattoo that spanned the length between his shoulder blades on his back. Before she could ask him what the word he had tattooed in strange letters was she became mesmerized by him. Bella's body reacted, her nipples ached and her hot core was drenched. I want him. Now! Thoughts of the tattoo left her mind.

Jacob smiled as she strode through the cool waters to meet him. He wrapped his arms around her when she got to him. His body hard and his cock was primed. She's a fucking wet dream. The crystal blue warm water splashed against her making the white button up shirt that belonged to him translucent. He could clearly see her strawberry colored nipples and full breast. His fingers cupped them through the wet material, his thumbs running over her sensitive nipples just the way he knew she liked it. There is nothing that I want more than to suckle and taste them until I make you come. Bella closed her eyes and undulated toward him as his thumbs pinched at her nipples giving her a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You like that don't you?" He whispered. His tongue sliding out to caress the lobe of her ear. Bella shuttered as lightening hit her core. "Yeah, you do?"

"Yes." She whispered. She was no longer afraid of the carnal side of herself.

Jacob grinned. "You like everything that I do to you, don't you? When I lick you. Take you. Dominate you." He growled, his eyes turning a strange color as his fingers slowly found the buttons to his drenched shirt and unbuttoned them one at a time baring her body to his hungry eyes. Her small, yet full breast begged to be caressed. He circled her nipple with his finger and then down her stomach to the tiny red bikini bottoms she wore. Damn, she's trying her best to kill me. She knows how much I love her in this thing. His erection bobbled in the water. Just hold your seed; you want to climax inside her, not on her. Bella's eyes widened she looked down to see him, hot and pulsating against her. His engorged tip wet as a drop of his essence covered the head of his cock. She took her thumb and placed it in her mouth slowly sucking it. Jacob's Adam's apple bobbled as he found it difficult to swallow as he watched her mouth intensely. Unbridled desire moved through him. She looked up at him with smoky heat filled eyes as she drew it out of her mouth and moved her hand down to his erection. She couldn't get her entire hand around him because he was so big. But she knew how to pleasure him as she swept her wet thumb across the head of his member. He groaned.

Yes, that's what I want from you. She thought wickedly.

It gave her a sense of power to know that little Bella could make big strong sexy Jacob Black lose his mind and his seed. She moved her hand around his tip and back to the base. Her other hand moved to cup his balls, pulling at them in a way that made a growl emanate from his chest.

Fuck, she knows that what she is doing is driving me crazy. He thought.

And she did. However that didn't stop him from pressing hot and against the confines of her small hand. Jacob tried to keep his composure and his seed. But he almost lost it when she smiled wickedly at him.

What is going on in that head of yours, Bella?

He found out a few seconds later when she slowly dropped down on her knees in the warm salty water. Oh My Fucking God... The thoughts in his head flew out of his mind as her little pink tongue licked the top of his cock.

I love his taste it's salty, sweet and all Jacob. She thought as she took as much of him as she could inside her mouth. She worked him, suckling, licking, tasting and enjoying the act. Bella loved doing this to him. She loved the power that it gave her over him. His hands fisted her wet hair, his eyes closed as his hips began to move in a slow fashion. It took everything in his power not to cum in her mouth. He didn't want to do that because he wanted to be seated deep inside of her when he did. Moments later when he feared he was about to erupt, he pulled out of her mouth and hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing.

"Now…" he growled as his fingers turned into talons and cut the material off her body. Bella didn't protest or even think about what she had just seen. She needed him inside her. He pushed inside of her wet core hard filling her completely as her legs encircled his waist. At the same moment his mouth found a spot on her neck and his teeth turned razor sharp and bit down hard.

There was no pain only pleasure in his amazing bite. "Yes…Jacob." She screamed as her womb clinched.

"Jacob!" Bella screamed as she came off the bed. Her eyes opened as if she had been in a haze. She was no longer on a beach with him. It had been a dream. Just a fucking dream. No! Tears of frustration filled her eyes. Her nipples ached as if Jacob had really suckled and bit them. Her body was on the pentacle of an orgasm as if he had been stretching hard and long inside of her core. No! It can't be. Never had a dream been so real and so vivid. Every touch, every caress seemed like it had really happened. Even the taste of him remained on her tongue. God, am I losing my mind? She rolled over onto her stomach as a cry of pure frustration filled her. Of course it had been a dream. Jacob had cut off his longer locks right before the trip to Miami in an effort to look more mature. He certainly didn't have a tattoo on his back and his fingers couldn't turn into talons. She shook her head. Her body was so ready she actually ached to the point of pain. What's happening to me? I feel so hot….so horny. God…I need a release. She rolled over onto her back ignoring how sweaty the sheets were, pulled Jacob's old football jersey off her body and allowed the coolness of the air to hit her. But it didn't help the need inside of her. She fell against the bed hoping the air coming from her open windows would help her. But nothing did. A wicked thought entered her head. Laying back she ran her hands up her breasts to slowly pinch her aching nipples. Her body shivered. Closing her eyes she envisioned him as she did. Her right hand slowly made its way down between her thighs toward her core. She was wet and hot as she found her quivering bud. Circling it she played with herself allowing her body to find a rhythm that she needed. Moments later she cried out Jacob's name when she orgasmed in the dark silent night. It wasn't the same as having him inside of her, she didn't climax nearly as hard for herself as she knew she'd do for him. The pent up frustration still lived in her but at least it took the edge off for now.

Nafre's Quarters

Isabella Swan Black was an extremely important individual. The task that lay ahead for the young woman was a daunting one and one that could possibly kill her. Unlike the other creatures, she was human and could die easily in childbirth. Humans are too fragile for their own good. If only you had some of our blood in you. She fumed. Nafre knew what Bella had been experiencing with the headaches, hot flashes and vivid dreams were only the beginning. The moment she had put Nafre's bracelet on her body chemistry had begun to change. She had no idea that she was in a better sense of the word "going into heat". She would begin to crave intense sex, have erotic dreams, and her body would ovulate for weeks at a time, ripening for the moment to conceive. Her smell would become almost an aphrodisiac in which the male who took her would not be able to resist. He would have a difficult time taming his own aggressive need to dominate her sexually. And all it took was one touch of Nafre to adjust Bella's body to allow her to be able to get pregnant. Nafre's bracelet was part of her power and since Bella was wearing it, it had allowed Nafre the ability to fix Bella's reproductive system without worrying that her "shielding" powers would deter her.

Bella's insides had been infected. It was clear that she had survived some sort of an attack by a vampire. I shudder to think what you must have gone through. Nafre still had her own nightmares and she was much more resilient than a human woman. There was also something else that Nafre had found interesting, someone had altered Bella's body chemistry and tried to heal her. Who? It was someone who knows what they were doing, someone with magical healing abilities. However that individual didn't have enough power to get rid of the venom. A strand of venom from a vampire had marred Bella's reproductive system leaving both of her ovaries infected and ruined her chances of ever conceiving. Nafre absorbed the remaining venom inside of Bella's circulatory system, knowing that she'd be able to handle it as she did when Caius had bitten her. Somehow Bella had survived such an attack from the cold ones which only strengthened Nafre's belief that Bella was capable of dealing with the events that would transpire in the future. You're an extraordinary human Isabella Black to have lived through so much. Her eyes darkened. You will create extraordinary children.

Nafre's thoughts turned to the other part of her mission. What she was going to do was very calculating as well as dangerous. Her mind took on the image of Jacob Black that she had seen earlier when he had been eating with his friends. Jacob was strong and his love for Bella was pure. He was truly devoted to his wife. She knew that much from glancing into his mind. He also had a natural hatred for the cold ones, which would be a double edged sword for that hatred would be his greatest defense as well as his greatest weakness. His hatred for Edward Cullen had been in the recesses of his brain. An image of a pale skinned handsome vampire brooding in a bar in Manhattan entered her mind. Jacob Black had a good reason to fear Edward; after all, he loved Bella as well. How much would both of these men be willing to go through to protect her? She wasn't sure, but hoped it would be enough.

Nafre knew all about love. And although she had countless of males and sometimes female lovers in the past and would no doubt have them in the future; she also knew all about the kind of love and devotion Jacob had for his wife. She had had it once. It was a love that she had never forgotten and would never forget all the years she'd roam the earth. An unwanted tear ran down her check. She closed her eyes feeling the pain that she only allowed when she was alone. Her image shimmered and her body contorted to her natural image; gold dusted mahogany skin and chocolate locks. She never took that image around others, not anymore. Her mind went to thoughts about her mate. God, how much he loved the real me.

"Don't…I don't want you to look like another." His dark calloused hand caressed her face. He looked her deeply in the eyes. "I love you Nafre. I want you, not a fantasy woman created by your power. Your true beauty lies in your heart."

She knew that he'd be disappointed in her for what she had planned. He had always thought her to be the gentler of the two of them. He loved being her protector, her friend, her everything. He had loved her and dominated her in a way that no one else could. It was funny. She had always been independent, aggressive, a woman of her own. She'd play submissive to no male ….but to him. However it was that submission that no doubt allowed the situation that caused his death. And because of that, she had no choice but to press on and be the warrior she knew she could be.

What I am about the do could forever destroy Jacob Black. She thought of the handsome shape shifter. However it is the risk that I need to take to ensure a future without the Volturi. I owe it to him. The only man I'd ever mate myself to. My allegiance, loyalty, devotion and love is all for him. She closed her eyes whispering a prayer to the Gods that what she had planned to do would not kill the young man with her blood running through his veins. He was her family too and ought to be protected. However Nafre steeled herself against any thoughts of regret that would take her away from her critical goal. She was the ultimate strategist, the mastermind of mind games and this would be the definitive moment. She had to do what she had to do, even if it cost her dearly. Even if it cost Jacob Black his Isabella forever. After all, she was the Alpha Bitch…it was time for her to prove it.