WARNING: I'd like to say implied, but it's quite beyond implied, actually. Anyway, underage sex ahead.
Anon: You're right, the king does not know that Jacob imprinted on Edward, but it's only a matter of time!
Mbwms0813: The only way I can really answer your questions is by saying to keep on reading! All those issues will be addressed!
Chapter Thirty-six
Point of View: Jacob
Okay, so I think I've gone a little overboard on this donation thing. My bed was quickly filling with shit I'd never worn or used or even wanted, but I thought it was insane that pair of my shoes could save lives.
"I've created a monster." Edward chuckled as I handed him my very last suit – I didn't need it and if I ever did I had the means to get plenty more.
I shook my head as I opened a drawer and rummaged through it. "No, you've opened my fucking eyes." I affirmed.
"But, Jake, your closet is completely empty except for that one little spot with all your-"
"Ah-ha! I found it!" I interrupted my vampire excitedly while also turning around.
Edward rolled his eyes, hanging my suit back up. "Keep this one, and what did you find?" He asked.
As I moved to him I smiled. "What I wanted to give you, but be honest if you don't like it, though." I lifted Edward's hand from from his side and turned his palm over to place the necklace into it. By the silver chain he held it up in front of him to gaze at the two pendants attached with his golden eyes - one being a little wolf and the other a 'J'. "My mother gave it to me." I added.
"I can't accept this." He breathed. "Especially if it's from the queen."
"But that's exactly why I want you to have it, so I can see it. I can't wear it without worrying about breaking it."
"I don't know." Edward sighed. "It's from your mother..."
"But, now it's from me to you." I insisted.
My vampire smiled sadly at me. "Jacob..."
I stroked a hand across his milky cheek. "Don't make the prince demand that you wear it for him, because I will." With the necklace looped around a finger Edward leaned in and pressed his chilly lips to mine with his hands coming to rest on my neck. It was a delicate kiss, an emotional kiss – a perfect kiss.
"I love it." He mumbled against my mouth. I pulled away an inch or two to look into his golden eyes. I still wasn't used to them yet, but I had to admit they suited him, plus they looked so fucking beautiful. "Can you put it on for me?"
I nodded and he handed me the necklace while he turned around. I unclasped the silver chain and wrapped it around his neck, clipping the two ends together. He casually spun to face me as he fingered the wolf and J in his hands. "It's weird." He said, eyeing the pendants.
I rose a brow. "The necklace?"
"No, getting a gift." My vampire brought his eyes to mine, metal still in his fingers. "I've never gotten one before."
"You're kidding." I scoffed. "What about Christmas?" He shook his head. "Your birthday?" Again he shook his head. I swallowed awkwardly. "Edward..."
"It's fine." He assured, and slowly a bright little smile formed on his pink and perfect lips. "I kind of like that yours is the first. Makes it all the more special." I stepped to him, pressing my bare chest against his clothed one and trapping his hands between us as he played with his necklace. I wrapped my arms around him, in a way feeling like I needed to protect him from his feelings. He had to be hurting even if he put on that brave and cute little face for me.
Slowly, he squeezed his arms from between us and wrapped them around my waist. "You haven't experienced or done anything have you?" I muttered into his hair.
"I've lived quite vicariously through fictional characters. I don't suppose that counts, though." He replied lightheartedly, but I found his words so damn depressing.
"No, it really fucking doesn't." I said, while leaning back a little so I could view my vampire. I rested my forearms on his shoulders, tangling my hands in his hair that brushed against the back of his neck. "You'll experience things, Edward, I'll make sure of it. Anything you could ever want to see or do, we'll do."
His golden eyes widened. "Anything?" He breathed, nearly gasped.
I nodded my head and grinned. "If you want to see the pyramids, we'll go to Egypt. If you want to see Machu Picchu, we'll go to Peru. I'll take you to the Grand Canyon, Mount Everest, and we could even go to Australia just to swim and see The Great Barrier Reef."
An excited and playful smile curved Edward's lips. "I don't know how to swim, remember?" He put in.
"I'll teach you." I promised.
My vampire's face fell a little. "What about about Ryan?" He inquired. "I wouldn't want to leave him."
I shrugged and smiled. "I never said anything about leaving him." The surprise in Edward's eyes was instantaneous as a happy grin brightened his whole face. "How about we go into town tomorrow with the pack and donate all my stuff and while we're there find something fun to do, yeah?"
My vampire's gaze turned skeptical. "With Ryan?" I thought about it and sighed. I had a tough enough time bringing him outside, town was a whole other story. He was already five fucking years old, though. How long was I going to keep him trapped in here?
People will see him and they'll know he's mixed; they'll wonder who he belongs to and they'll ask. Was I ready for the world to know about him, or more likely, was the world ready to know about him? Both were a big fucking no, but I couldn't do this to Ryan anymore – the last thing I ever want my pup to think is that I'm ashamed of him, and what other conclusions could he draw with me hiding him away like this?
The thought of having to introduce him to my pack left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn't know how they'd react, not that their opinions should matter to the prince and all, but fuck it, they did. If only a little. I wanted them to accept my son with open arms and treat him like their own.
I knew I could count on Embry, probably even Brady, but the rest was beyond me. Quil could easily go either way. Paul, well, who the fuck knows really. I want to say he'd be okay with it given our new circumstances, but I wouldn't put it past him to throw a hissy-fit. Jared is man of traditions. Men aren't meant for men and having puppies should never be out of wedlock.
Had things actually gone as planned I would have been a prince with a wife at his side before I even turned 15. Natalie McCarty, or Nattie as I called her, was gorgeous in every sense of the word. She was adorably dainty and she had the blondest hair that made her creamy skin glow, but it was her eyes that always stood out me. Thick lashes framed the oval shape, though it was how green they were that did it for me. Yet, I couldn't deny that her plump and petal pink lips were beautiful.
When I met her I was hardly 14 and so was she, but I was already quite promiscuous, whereas she was the picture perfect virgin. With that said, I wanted nothing more than to get off with my cock in her and I wasn't shy about my intentions either.
She wasn't a slave, though she worked in the palace, and I every chance I got I shamelessly flirted with her. Of course she never reciprocated, she'd only blush and tell me she needed to get back to her task. To bad for her every time she rejected me I only got all the more horny.
She was nothing more than a game to me and I was all to determined to win. After awhile of my obvious advances getting rejected I sucked it up and threw in all the charm I had. I'd tell she was beautiful, which I meant, I'd tell her that I cared deeply for her, which I didn't. She at that one up.
It didn't take long to learn that she was into the mushy-gushy stuff and I used that to my full fucking advantage. I brought her little gifts, picked her wildflowers, tucked her hair behind her ear, kissed her cheeks and after three months of this shit I told her I loved her – when really, all I loved was the feel of my cock getting wet.
I can still remember the brightness in those green eyes as she told me she loved me too and for the very first time she kissed my lips... It was then I knew I had won the game.
That night I took her to my room, undressed her and brought her to my bed. From the drawer I still use I removed a condom and slid it on and reassured her that I would take good care of her.
Tears prickled her eyes and her cheeks dusted a bright pink as I entered her. I went slow for her since that last thing I wanted to do was fucking stop. Over time the tears dried and her hips began to move against mine, but she stared at me with those green eyes like she was so in love and I was the best and most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her. It was ruining everything!
Telling her I wanted to make her feel as good as possible I flipped her over and brought her to her hands and knees so I didn't have to see her face. At first she complained that it hurt, and in return I happily brought my hand around to stimulate her little clit. There were no more complaints on her part, except I was kind of bored.
She was hot, sure, she was tight, well, a little, but I had fucked hot and I had fucked tight, and I had fucked hot and tight in that position many times before. After a few minutes of her squirming blissfully beneath me I was beginning to lose my hard on – that was not the reputation I wanted.
Feeling shamefully desperate, I pulled out of her and with one quick and swift motion with my spare hand I rolled off the condom, and immediately and without her notice I pressed right back into her with a moan barreling from my throat as all her silky wetness devoured me. That was better, so much fucking better.
I had every intention of pulling out when the time came, but as I got closer and closer my resistance became null. She didn't get off, but I sure as hell did and as deep as I could possibly get inside her.
Right after she turned around to me saying that me coming had felt funny, then she spotted the rolled up and empty condom between my legs. Her eyes widened with horror, she knew what I had done, yet what did I do? Laugh. I laughed in her fucking face as tears sprung from her pretty eyes. I then followed it up by telling her grab her shit and leave.
She pressed her dainty fingers to her eyes as she cried. "I thought you loved me?" Nattie had sobbed.
I gave her a smirk. "What, you didn't think I meant it, did you?" After those words spoken I had never seen a human move so fast. She virtually leapt from my bed and to her clothes, tugging them on and fleeing from my room.
She didn't show up to work the next day, or day after that, or even the day after that and honestly I was quite pleased with that – I would have had her fired had she come in anyway.
Four months later she did show and with family, and in front of the king... Claiming pregnancy. My father laughed at them, especially at her angry uncle that just so happened to be a leech. I'd be lying if I said the leech didn't try to kill me, because he did. He didn't get to far, not with all the guards.
The king immediately stripped him of his freedom and sent him to purgatory, followed by telling Nattie and her family to be off. I felt this clench in my stomach as they started to walk away – a whole family in pain and tears because of me. Somewhere inside me it hurt, though at the time I blamed in on heartburn.
I think I would have let them keep on walking if it wasn't for the fact that they claimed one of the twins to be male. I knew with certainty that those were my puppies inside her, and I knew the importance of a first born son. Had they been both girls I doubt I would have thought twice.
I yelled for her to stop and confessed to my father that what she'd been saying was the the truth. The king then demanded the immediate 'extraction' of the puppies from her to be rid of them, claiming that no royalty will be bred from a human.
Guards rushed her and I screamed for them to stop - they all listened without fault. I tried to explain to my father that we'd lose my only rightful heir if the puppies were to be killed. He then said he'd rather lose an alpha than stain the bloodlines. I adamantly refused, and vehemently pressed that a mutt was better than the possibility of losing the kingdom if the wrongful wolf took the throne.
The king in the end very unhappily agreed with me. I then did the only thing the a prince could do in the situation, I asked Nattie's father for her hand in marriage. Terrible sobs left Nattie as she begged him to say no, but he didn't. Who in their right mind would? Once married she'd be a princess and then one day queen.
She quickly moved into the palace getting her own room, and just as quickly deteriorated. We didn't get along, she was a screamer and she liked to throw things, especially at me. I would try to calm her, but that would only anger her further.
She'd perpetually tell me that I ruined her life, that I ruined her and that I was the sickest, cruelest, and nastiest thing that ever walked the earth. Her hate was strong and it even came to the point where Jasper told me to stay away from her. I did, and I dreaded the day we were to marry. We were supposed to wed before the puppies were born, but with her moods that just wasn't going to happen, so it was planned that a month after the puppies were born that the wedding would take place.
I left her alone for about a month only to have to speak with her again because she was refusing to eat during her sixth month of pregnancy. I was livid and I yelled. I was awful and probably called her every derogatory name in the book. To which she replied that she wished the king had killed the pups that were growing inside her. Jasper confirmed that she did indeed feel that way.
Lost for things to do and after two days of her refusing to eat or drink anything I went to purgatory to release her uncle and have him stay with her. Although, I couldn't get around the legality of his freedom being stripped by the king and with no other choice claimed ownership of him.
I went to greet him, yet he refused to fucking leave while claiming he found his damn mate down there. Being the desperate son of a bitch I was I looked into her file and found that she was there for nothing in particular other than pissing off the king and having her freedom stripped as well.
So, I left purgatory up two leeches, yet down a lot of fucking pride. I explained to the leech what had happened since he had tried to murder me and that I thoroughly hoped he wouldn't try to again, because in all honesty I needed him to fix her.
Him and I bickered, his mouth being just as fowl as mine. He blamed me just as much as she did and I ended up punching him in his god awful face when he gave me a smug and dimpled grin. He then laughed and called me a pussy because my punch was so weak – I then decided I might be able to put up with this leech.
He was able to calm her and she did eat, so long as I wasn't around. However, some days I'd find myself sitting outside her door listening to the two talk. She'd wail on and on about how she hated me and how she wanted nothing to with the pups. I would listen as her nose would clog as she cried about the upcoming wedding and on more than one occasion she said she'd rather die than be married to the likes of me.
From then on I tried, I fucking tried. It wasn't like I wanted to marry her either, but it was for the good of the kingdom and for the good of the pups. I would bring her breakfast, lunch and dinner. I would bring her fresh flowers to brighten up her room, white lilies seemingly her favorite. She'd smile slightly every time I brought those. I liked it when she did that. Whatever she needed I'd get just to make the excuse to see her and be nice.
During the eighth month we did manage to grow close, actually, quite close. Slowly, she let me in and I did not abuse what little she gave me. There even came a time that I could make her laugh and once I got her laughing her walls crumbled. She'd smile when she saw me and her green eyes would brighten each time I visited. I started to really care for her, even though everything inside me told me I shouldn't and that it was bad, bad thing to do.
She didn't know it, but she had me whipped. I'd rub her feet when they were sore, and paint her toenails because she couldn't reach. At night I'd comb through her thick and blonde hair for her before she went to bed. By the ninth month I didn't even leave at night and we slept in the same bed, her body and oversized belly curled up to me at night. I'll take this secret to the grave with me, but I fell for her – I really, really did.
I fought with myself on it. I didn't want to love her, caring was bad enough. Caring gets you fucking hurt and I knew at any moment she could turn around and hurt me, but I was young and stupid and I trusted my beautiful fiance.
The birth of my puppies was the single best day of my life and as soon as I saw their silly little scrunched up faces I regretted nothing. I was a bastard for what I did to their mother considering how they were conceived, yet I was so fucking thankful I was that bastard.
I placed our daughter in one of her arms and our son in the other and Nattie just stared at them. Tears welled up in her eyes causing me to smile thinking that she was overwhelmed by how precious they were, yet I'll never forget what she said next. "I hate them." She sobbed. "I truly hate them."
Things went straight to hell and I again postponed the wedding. Before she was angry, but after the birth she became this dark and dreary creature that I didn't trust for a second with the twins. I had caught her multiple times standing over one of their cribs watching Becca or Ryan cry with icy and cold eyes.
She refused to feed them or change them or do anything for that matter. Between her and the pups I was exhausted, yet she didn't seem to care and would constantly complain that I wasn't spending enough time with her or I wasn't giving her enough attention. So, I tried harder and I'd dote on her as best I could.
Things only got increasingly hard and 'hideous jealousy' as Jasper called it took her by storm. It felt like every moment I was with the twins and not her she was screaming obscenities and insisting that I never cared and that I had purposely gotten her pregnant, which is where she'd then throw everything I'd ever said or done in my face.
For the first and probably the only time I took Jasper's advice. I let her go, and it was as simple as that. I asked if she'd be happier to forget that me and the pups ever existed and she said yes. I asked if she wanted to leave and she said yes. So, I let her go.
Nattie didn't even glance at me or our twins before she left, and she hardly even said a word to her uncle on her way out too. Although, Emmett didn't take it very hard, and claimed it was a pretty sweet gig to be here in the palace. I personally think it had more to do with Rosalie.
Ripping me from my thoughts, Edward tightened his arms around my waist and pressed his body firmly to mine. "You're thinking way to hard, Jake." He murmured, brushing soft kisses along my neck.
"You heard all that didn't you?" I asked while hugging my imprint close and resting my cheek in his hair.
My vampire nodded. "I would have never guessed Emmett was related to Ryan."
"Emmett's younger brother is Nattie's father."
"Does Ryan know Emmett's family?" Edward mumbled in question.
"Ryan knows."