A/N: A massive thank you to my BETA, BlazingBrown, for their wonderful help!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, Stephenie Meyer does. However, I do own Black Sun and any OCs I create.

A figure loomed on the outskirts of Seattle, small and feeble the person stood against the weather, and a pair of bodies littered the ground below. The person's hands clenched and unclenched, irritated growls fell from their mouth, strange hisses filled the air, and blood red eyes, glazed over in animal instinct, stared out at the area around.

"So. Hungry." The person—woman, whispered. "Not. Enough." She was dazed. How had she come to this place? She couldn't remember anything.

The moon was full, rising above the woman it coated her body in cool light, and glimmers of crystal reflected back against the moon's rays. She was distracted by her skin, the sparkles catching and keeping her attention. She ran her fingers against the cold skin, hissing when the shine remained. She dug her nails into her flesh, tearing at the skin, the drying blood that coated her fingers went ignored. She hated the sparkle. Something pulled at the back of her mind, a painful memory that would not return.

She was just…blank.

The other person came out of nowhere, her hands strong against the confused woman's. "Shh, my child. Calm yourself." Her voice was sour, the sound not quite right against the woman's ears.

"Who—are—?" She couldn't connect the words, her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and a burn built at the back of her throat.

"Who am I? Why, my sweet, I am your mother!"

"M—other?" Her voice was stilted and her mother laughed, the sound sent shivers down her spine.

Her mother nodded, white hair falling over her face, covering her features from view. "You may call me, Pandora, if you wish." Pandora let out a maniacal laugh, sharing a joke with herself.

"Pandora?" She asked, her tongue working better now. She glanced around, no longer concerned with the sparkle of her skin. "Where am I?" She asked, before gasping and reeling back when she saw the bodies at her feet. "Oh my god!" The sound of her voice brought pause to her fright. This wasn't right. She couldn't remember…anything, she tilted her head, raven locks falling, but her voice sounded…wrong.

The scent of blood hit her then and her focus was brought back to the bodies at her feet. She was starving and the fire in the back of her throat sent pain down her spine. She couldn't help herself as she pulled one of the bodies up, her mouth sinking over an open wound at the throat.

"Now, now, child." Pandora's voice cut through her hunger like a knife, pulling at something deep inside her. "There will be more food for you, but we must go. Already I have allowed you to remain too long here."

"Who am I?" The woman asked, her hands reaching towards Pandora in a pleading gesture. She curled her fingers into fists when she caught sight of the blood on her fingers, non-wetness pressed at her eyes. Pandora was grinning, hands on her hips, and a stain of dried blood slashed her pristine white blouse.

"You do not know?"

She reached out her hands once more, grasping at the folds of Pandora's shirt, leaving trails of red as she released the clothing. "That is why I asked."

Pandora laughed, long scratching sounds, and gave her a sadistic smile. "Never mind who you once were, we shall give you a new name!" Pandora pulled on her arm drawing her to a standing position, and soon they were running, the trees whipping past them until they meshed into an endless blur. She could hear and smell everything, from the sounds of the animals to the scent of rotten leaves coating the forest floor, but the fear that filled her was pure human.

"Come, my little Tamora, for our adventure awaits!" Pandora cackled again. "We have a child to beg over, a kingdom to destroy, and Titus waits in the wings with his children close by. The poor Andronici will soon fall. " Pandora was insane, but she—Tamora was fearful of the future, so she followed Pandora, because there was no other choice.

When bodies split from the forest and surrounded them, Tamora was even more afraid. "My children!" Pandora cackled and when Tamora finally focused on the others, the sheer number of them startled her. "We are at war with the worst of families, but we will defeat those piteous kings!"

Tamora whimpered and fell into a crouch, shielding herself from those rushing by her, but she did not go unnoticed. Strong hands lifted Tamora, cradling her body against a firm chest, and she let out a startled cry.

"Silence!" The voice was golden, liquid honey coating her body, and Tamora relaxed. They fell behind the others, her rescuer's pace slowing. She looked up, her eyes locking with crimson red coated by thick black lashes. His face was all sharp angles and haunting shadows, but the sheer handsomeness of him caused Tamora to lose her breath—something, she began to realize, that was unneeded. She couldn't help herself, reaching up, she ran her fingers over his mouth, the softness of his lips startling her, and then brushed them against his cheek, the dark chocolate skin firm under her touch.

"How innocent you are." He spoke again and his voice controlled her once more. They had stopped moving by then, but Tamora could not pull herself away from his gaze, and the burn that filled her body was different than the one that coated her throat. He set her down slow, her body rubbing against his, and grasped her fingers, the blood not unnoticed. "How innocent, yet so deadly." He lifted her hand to his mouth, gently kissing the back of her hand, the contrast between their skin tones startling even in the moonlight. She pulled her body away, shaking again with the fear of how drawn to him she was.

"Ah! Aaron, you have met our Tamora!" Pandora was pressed against Tamora then, her cold hands squeezing harsh against Tamora's sides. Pandora let out a humming noise, the sound bitter against the honey of Aaron's voice. "The box is opening! Opening, opening, opening!" She cried, swinging around in a swirl of hyper laughter. Settling down, Pandora pulled Tamora away from Aaron, who let out an angered growl, and raised an eyebrow in appraisal. "Aaron, you have your part, just as Tamora, your future is already bleak, why give yourself more pain?"

"She is mine!"

"…mine?" Pandora paused. "Oh! How wide the box is opening! 'Mine', you say, how fitting for our fight!" She pushed Tamora towards Aaron, the crazed smile still firmly in place. "Oh Shakespeare! Were ever your secrets so revealing!" She was gone then, vanishing into the dark of the woods.

"Yours?" Tamora asked, her voice husky and beautiful, her skin glistening in the moon's light. Her bloody fingers clenched in the soft cotton of Aaron's shirt and her noise ran along his chest, drawing in the seductive scent of him.

"I protect what is mine." He bit out, pulling Tamora tight against him. The feel of his body set tendrils of pleasure through her own, covering her in liquid love, she breathed in the smell of him, intoxicated. "Pandora is dangerous, insane, a mad woman. Do not touch the edges of her beliefs, because they will become yours."

"A—Aaron?" She mouthed the name, her tongue touching the roof of her mouth, sliding against her teeth, and smiled at him brightly. She lost unneeded breath when he smiled back, his red eyes near glowing in the light from the moon.

"It's Kurt, actually." He ran a nervous hand against his bald head, and then laughed, an awkward sound. Kurt looked down at the ground, trying to ignore how dirty his feet were, before speaking once more. "And you are noTamora, you're far too gentle to be held against the treachery of that wretched woman." He was quiet.

Something pulled from the back of her mind, a door opening just a crack, and a memory filled her.

Laughter and rough, warm hands fell over her. The hands caressed her skin, while tickling her sides, causing her to break into peels of giggles. "Stop!" she cried, her breath coming in short pants, haggard breaths pushing out of her throat. "Marcus! That's not fair!" The hands persisted once more, before they gentled, sliding against her arms, pushing under her shirt, and cupping her breasts. She let out a small whimper as the piece of clothing was pulled over her head, cool air hitting her bare skin.

"Marcus." She whispered, her eyes locked on his lips, and her fingers reached up to tangle in raven hair. "You have such a hold on me…" She breathed against his mouth, before taking his in a heated kiss, her hands brushing under his shirt, pulling the offending material away from his fit frame. "Take it off." She whispered, pulling the clothing over his head, and running her hands along his tanned chest, the warmth of his skin brushing against her own.

"I'm leaving her." Marcus exploded, the words rushing out of his mouth, and a desperate look covered his features. His hands turned firm, pulling her tight against his body. "I never knew I would grow to love you like I do, but it has happened. I cannot imagine being apart from you. When I am with her, that wretched woman, all I can think of is you. Your bright blue eyes, gentle voice…I'm consumed by thoughts of you, Lillian, and dreams of our future together." His lips were taking hers then, his fingers sliding against her sides, before cupping her breasts once more. He squeezed the mounds gently, his rough hands sending shivers of desire through her.

"Marcus, what of your job?" She couldn't focus. "Her father—the company-,"

"Not important. I have enough wealth to survive on my own, and I have been already offered a partner position at a competing law firm." His voice was seductive, and heat pooled in Lillian's core, something dark and seductive building inside her.

"The baby-,"

"Not mine. Since I found you stumbling in the rain, nearly two years ago, I haven't touched her. I can't touch her." His mouth pressed gentle kisses against her flesh as he worked his way down her body. "Lillian, I want no one but you. I only love you. Our future together, our marriage, the children we will have, those thoughts hardly leave my mind. I never knew I could feel this way for someone, but you've given me so much of yourself, demeaned yourself to the point of being my mistress, just for me." He was lavishly kissing her navel, his breath warm against her stomach. He looked up, his eyes hooded, his beautiful mouth quirked in a boyish grin as he slid back up her body, before resting on top of her, their lower bodies moving together in an erotic dance. His breath hissed out in a groan of pleasure as he pushed his hips against hers, his erection hard against her core.

"Marcus…" Lillian begged as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into an intense kiss. Tongues battled, teeth knocked together; the kiss was sloppy and wet and so filled with love that her toes curled. "I would never allow myself to be the position of the-other-woman, if I did not think it was worth doing. When we met, I knew you would change my life, and when we met again, it was fate. All those times, when I felt forgotten by you, neglected, I made the decision to be with you, I chose to love you, Marcus." She kissed him again, gentle this time, and smiled against his mouth, pulling away with a keening gasp when Marcus ground his hips harsh against hers.

He stared down at her, his eyes heated, before moving away to push her cotton shorts down her hips, her sex still hidden by soft curls. "Let me show you how much your sacrifices mean to me."

"Marcus-," She reached for him.

"Let me show you how much I love you…" And she was lost in the consuming heat of his body, the touch of his work worn hands, and the feel of him inside her.

Coming back, Lillian looked up at Kurt, her breath catching once more at the sight of him. He was large, nearly six foot five, with broad shoulders and a thick frame; compared to her, Kurt was a giant.

"Lillian." She tested the name, her tongue full in her moth, and smiled nervously.

Kurt was confused. "What?" He asked and she was distracted by his mouth again, she wondered what he would taste like, how his lips would feel against hers.

She smiled wider, her eyes bright. "My name, it's Lillian."

"You remember?"

Lillian shook her head. "No, not really. I just…had a moment and I remembered my name." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. "I can't remember anything else, though, it's all blank."

Kurt nodded and bent to lift her in his arms once again, his hands strong underneath Lillian's body. "That's very good, sometimes a new born never remembers their past, they just float through time, alone and confused."

"Alone?"

Nothing more was said as Kurt pulled her tighter against him and rushed to return to the horde.

Paul felt sick, his stomach was turning and perspiration coated his brow. He had this…ache in his chest that wouldn't seem to go away. He ate, consuming food like never before, hoping for something to dull the intense hunger that filled his body. He was burning, and he couldn't focus on anything around him. Clenching his hands, he pressed them against his eyes, deep breaths moving in and out of his body.

He was going to vomit.

He pushed himself away from the table, a tad too forcefully, startling the other occupants, and walked to the cabinet to grab a cup and fill it with water. He took large gulps, pushing down the nausea, before refilling it again. Still he burned. He leaned forward against the counter, body bending so his face could rest against the cool granite.

"Hey, man, you good?" Embry's voice was concerned and Paul raised a hand in an 'I'm alright' gesture. He felt like his body was shedding its skin, as though the offending flesh was being ripped from the underlying muscles. He panted, nausea coming back, and filled his glass once again before downing it in one gulp. His hands were shaking, little trembles working their way up his arms, and he clenched them into fists.

He couldn't breathe, everything was out of focus and if he didn't sit down soon, then the floor would be his new bed. He felt cool hands touching him, gentle fingers running against his spine. Rachel, he thought, trying to ignore the way her perfume made him feel sick to his stomach and how the brush of her delicate fingers felt like knives ripping across his skin.

Her voice was gentle and loving when she spoke. "Paul, baby, you feeling alright?" Nausea hit him again as her scent smeared itself over him; she smelled of garbage and molded cheese. Paul dry heaved.

Not…mate… His wolf was snarling, raging against the tight leash that Paul kept. In his body, the wolf paced, saliva falling from its mouth, death lingering in the animal's eyes. Ignoring the beast, Paul nodded his head, but a moan of pain fell from his mouth.

"Paul?" It was Jacob this time. He felt his Alpha standing next to him, the power flowing from the other man calming the wolf inside him. "Hey, bro, you wantin' to break my counter or something?"

Startled, Paul looked down, realizing that he had crushed the edge of the counter between his fingers, their grip lily white against the crumbling granite. "Oh." He stepped away, running a hand through his short, raven hair. He looked around, finally realizing that he was making a spectacle of himself to his pack mates and their imprints. Heat flamed his face, and he filled the glass once more, before retaking his seat at the table, pulling his food closer. Rachel sat next to him again, her hand on his thigh, the feel of her skin a painful brand against his own. He shifted, the motion innocent, and her hand fell away from his body.

Not mate!

No, He denied, Rachel was his woman, his heart. He filled his mind with memories of his fiancée, Rachel's bashful smile, her strawberry taste, the way her body felt so soft when they had sex.

Stupid boy, you think a human woman can keep you from our mate? Paul let out a growl, hands clenching again. Internally he shook his head in denial. The wolf grinned, large yellowed teeth bringing danger in the dark of his mind. The wolf stretched, its body tensing, claws digging into Paul's skin. You are pathetic. Why do you deny what you already know to be true? What our mate is punished for daily, because of your disbelieved ideals.

"Baby?" It was Rachel again, her breath hot against his cheek, the smell of putrid death filling his senses. He wouldn't be controlled by the wolf. Paul was a free man, he wouldn't tie himself to something he had no choice over.

Boy, you'll find the error of your ways to be bleak in the future.

Paul dug into his eggs, ignoring how they tasted of cardboard and dirt. He was so hungry. He tried to remember the last time he had felt full, when food had actually tasted of its designated flavors. Weeks, it had been weeks, or months, maybe? Glancing across the table, he found Sam to be struggling with the same demons.

Sam's hands were clenched, his mouth tight, and his eyes stared bleakly at the food. Emily was running her hand up and down his arm, her fingers ash white against the man's tan skin. Sam looked sick, like he was on the verge of bringing up anything he had eaten in the last hour.

Their eyes connected, and both pairs reflected equal fear as they turned them towards the other's woman.

Do you understand, you stupid boy? Look at how he suffers, just from her touch. Look at the pallor in his face, the way he cringes from her smell. That woman is not his mate, only an offensive human encroaching on territory that is not hers to hold.

Paul grimaced, his mouth pulling into a tight line as he wrapped his arm around Rachel, the woman sinking into his side, and her disgusting smell coating him in a yellow film. She was talking animatedly, her hands gesturing in wild arcs, and excitement was clear on her face. The wedding, he thought.

"…I was surprised she said 'yes', to be honest." He couldn't focus and her rotted scent was distracting him.

Idiot.

Paul ignored the wolf.

"Really?" Emily lent forward, her hand rubbing gently against her rounded stomach. "She's your sister, why wouldn't she agree?"

What?

Rachel pulled away, placing her hands on the table, fingers spread apart, and then clenched them into tight fists. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and then brushed her fingers against Paul's own, mindless to the way his body stiffened and pulled away slightly. "We haven't been getting along, I don't actually talk to her much. In fact, last week was the first time we had spoken in some time."

"But she's your sister." Emily stated, like that made everything better.

"Yes, and Leah's your cousin."

"That's different." Emily murmured, a dark look covering her face, before hiding behind a bitter smile. She rubbed her stomach again, a comforting motion. She had Sam, there was nothing to worry about. She carried his child, not Leah, and Emily held the scars of Sam's love for her.

The child had to be Sam's, it would be Sam's.

"It is?"

Emily hummed, her body leaning to rest against Sam's, her head against his shoulder. She felt him flinch, but shook it off as overzealous imagination when he relaxed, large hands pulling her closer. "Of course, she's my cousin, not my sister. I'd hardly choose her to be my maid of honor, when Sam and I marry; we haven't been close for years."

The pack was listening intently now, the men's gazes fixed on the non-imprints. Paul's body was tense and his heart was pounding against his ribs. Oh, fuck.

"I understand," Rachel said, pulling her phone from her purse and checking for updates. "It just, felt weird—I don't know. She looked so pained when I asked her, like she was going to die or something…" She ran her fingers through her hair, and the scent hit Paul like a freight train. "Like I said, she agreed, but I felt horrible asking her, but I can't think of anyone else standing beside me on my wedding day." She grimaced.

Paul was frozen, his mind whirling. Fuck. Fuck!

This is your fate, boy. How blind you are, shameful of your pride, you deliver unending pain to our mate. Whines were falling from the beast's mouth and it paced in an unending circle. The animal's tail was low in anxiety, ears pushed back, as it searched for a way to escape.

"You asked Bella… to be your maid of honor?" The last words were deadly, anger burning against his tongue. His body shook, thick waves of shivers skirting his spine. He swallowed, saliva pooling in his mouth. He noticed the room had gone eerily quiet. He stared at Rachel, his eyes burning fire, watching as she shrank a little, the scent of death burning his nose. "Did you?"

"I—I, yes. Paul? Are you alright?" She was frightened and something inside of him snapped.

"What were you thinking?" He hadn't mean to shout, but he couldn't seem to control the volume of his voice. "How could you do this?" His wolf was mixing then, its angry demands falling from Paul's mouth.

"Paul-," Sam cut in.

"She's my sister, Paul! Why is this such a problem?"

Jacob cut in then. "Do you understand what you're implying, Paul?" He looked to his Alpha, cringing away from the knowing look on the man's face.

Even our Alpha can see the lies you tell, boy. The sins you commit will be engraved until you repent. The wolf went silent.

He pushed away from the table, hands pulling at his hair. "I—need—I'm going for a run."

"Sit. Down." Jacob snarled, his voice full of power, his body straightening in an intimidation method.

Paul sat. He had no control over his body, his mind was blurry, and Rachel's horrendous scent kept filling him, blocking out all reasoning. He shoved his face in his hands, shivers of change running along his spine.

Jacob was crouching next to him then, his warm hands gentle against Paul's shoulders. "Calm, Paul." Soft and comforting sounds were coming from his Alpha as he patted Paul's back, trying to soothe the pain. "You're alright, Paul, everything will be fine. Come, take a deep breath with me. Hold it in, one…two…three…now let it out—that's good, very good." His praise was helping. "Let's do it again, deep breath, hold it—hold it, one…two…and three, now let it out…"

The shivers were stopping, but the deep breaths were worsening the nausea he felt. Rachel's scent…it was horrible, so horrible. Images of Bella began to run across his mind, the memories spilling over. He remembered the overwhelming feelings when they imprinted, the sheer awe he felt when he looked into Bella's eyes after her first shift as a wolf. The love that had pooled in his stomach, the intense need he still felt for her.

No! He thought. He would not be guided by his wolf, he loved Rachel, the feelings he felt for her were real, and not from some predestined wolf gene, but he couldn't stop the memories that kept surfacing.

"I—Paul?" Bella whispered, her lips a temptation to Paul's baser instincts. "You're…I'm—mate?" She had breathed the words, whispering them aloud like the sky would fall if she spoke too loud.

She was naked, trembling, her innocent body displayed in all its holy glory, and for him alone she was meant. Bella stepped towards him, her hand outstretched, a whimper in her throat. She froze at his growl, her submissive side surfacing, and looked around. They were alone, the night was freshly fallen, and the moon's light seemed to glide against the world. He could see how confused she was, could smell the emotion, and he ignored the overwhelming need to take her right there on the ground, to bury himself inside her, to claim Bella for his mate.

His wolf was howling, raging against Paul's coming decision, but responsibilities were returning to Paul, logic was returning to him.

"No." That one word alone seemed to break Bella, her lips quivered and tears poured from her beautiful eyes.

Rachel, he thought, remember Rachel. The woman he loved, had planned to spend his never ending life with.

"Please—I—Paul, please!" She was begging, her body shaking uncontrollably, and then collapsed to the ground, deep wrenching sobs pushing out of her mouth. "Why?" She whispered through the tears, and her voice cracked.

"I don't want you." He answered, and it wasn't completely a lie. He didn't want this…whatever this was. Yes, she may be genetically meant for him, completely compatible, but he did not really love her. Everything he was feeling for Bella, the need, the blurring emotions, none of it was true. She was the perfect woman to bear him children, to carry on the wolf genes from him. None of it was more than animalistic instinct. Even so, the fates had to have made a mistake. Leah…Bella…they couldn't bear children, the change prevented such growth from taking place in their bodies. So this was all a mistake, every single part.

His wolf was howling, and long, heavy shivers worked their way over his body. Goosebumps pooled on his skin and suddenly he felt very cold. Bella had gone silent, her body shaking with quiet sobs. "I will never love you." He told her, digging in the knife.

She lifted her head, and the agony in her eyes made his wolf roar in despair, but his beast would could not overcome the man. "What I feel for you, none of it is me. It's all wolf." He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it painfully. He turned away from her, her beautiful body burned in his mind. "I love Rachel, your sister, she's who I really love. I won't let our imprinting destroy that."

"Rachel," Bella laughed, the sound tearing at something inside of Paul. "It's always about Rachel. How perfect she is, how beautiful, how smart. It's not fair. God! I'm always last, the worthless Black." She was babbling, everything she felt seemed to keep coming without a filter. "I try so hard, I push myself to be recognized, by Jacob, by my father... It's never enough, is it? Because I'm a mistake, I'm a freak." She was sobbing again, and Paul's wolf was crying with her.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," He told her, turning to face Bella once more. "That does not change anything, though. I do not accept the imprint, and I do not want you." He looked around them, the woods darkly quiet, and in the distance he could hear the other wolves coming towards their location.

He spotted Jacob first, his Alpha's large frame filling his vision. The power that radiated off the man was knee buckling. "Paul." Jacob spoke, his words calming the situation, but Bella continued to sob. "Rachel is looking for you, I told her I would give you the night off. Don't work too hard." The wink Jacob shot at Paul caused his wolf to snarl. Jacob straightened, his body lifting in power, and raised an eyebrow at the scene his sister was making.

He walked towards her, crouching next to Bella's pitiful form. "Bella," He whispered. "Why are you crying?" When she looked at him, the despair in her eyes stole Jacob's breath, and instantly he knew what had happened. He looked to where Paul stood, and his eyes turned dark.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Jacob." Bella whispered, her body shaking. Jacob watched in shock, as she shifted erratically, her body coating itself in dark grey fur, before returning to human skin; claws ripped themselves from her flesh, before filing back to her delicate nails. "I'm sorry, Jacob, I'm sorry."

Jacob growled and the sound sent Bella into a fresh wave of apologies and tears. "Stop!" He commanded, but that did not seem to calm his emotionally fractured sister, because she continued to shift in bursts of body parts.

Leah stepped forward then, and Paul saw the same emotional heartbreak on the woman's face. "Give her to me," Leah's command gave no other option.

"She is my fucking sister!" Jacob roared, his arms tightening around the damaged woman. Little growls filtered from his throat, and sharp pain filled his eyes as he looked down at Bella.

"You're a worthless piece of shit, Jacob Black!" Leah screamed back, before darting forwards and ripping Bella out of Jacob's arms. "Shh…Bella, I am here." Leah murmured, and Paul watched as Bella seemed to calm, before pulling herself out of Leah's arms only to push herself back into them.

"Leah—Leah, I—I-,"

"I know, Bella. I know."

"Why?" Bella begged again, and Paul's wolf unleashed a fresh wave of agonizing howls, and the wolves around him seemed to shiver at the sound, their gazes locking on Paul.

"I don't know."

"I try, Leah, but no one notices." Bella splintered again, her hands shifting, claws digging deep wounds into Leah's back, but the woman held tighter.

Leah said nothing more, pulling Bella from the pack, deep into the forest, before lifting Bella into her arms and running away.

Paul was panting, saliva falling from his mouth, but he was calm. "Jacob—Jacob, fuck!" He was pinned to the floor, Quil holding his legs and Daniel his top half. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, the pants becoming straining gasps. His nose was pushed against the hardwood floor, and furious growls were filling the kitchen. "Get the hell off me!" He roared, his voice cracking at the end.

'No." Jacob spoke, his voice quiet. "You're too dangerous, Paul. Irrational. You made your bed, throwing tantrums will not change that."

"You chose this, Paul." Jared stood in front of him, hands on his hips, and his mouth was puckered in an angry sneer. Paul let out a whooshing breath as the wolves holding him let go, their heavy weight lifting.

Paul whimpered, and cursed himself. He pushed himself up on to his knees, bending down into a begging position, his blunt nails leaving deep scratches on the floor. "I didn't know, fuck, I didn't realize…"

"Not good enough." Jacob cut in.

"What about Rachel?" Paul raged. "What of your sister? How can I do this to her?" He lifted his head, eyes pleading with his Alpha.

Jacob sighed, a deep breath, before looking Paul in the eyes, growling when he bent his head in embarrassment, avoiding the Alpha's gaze. "What about Bella, Paul?" His voice was cold, and shame bubbled in Paul's chest. "You're suffering, but she's near dying!" He gripped Paul's hair, roughly pulling his head back, and glared into the man's eyes. "Don't ignore your own health, I can see how you are suffering—both of you." His eyes flashed to Sam, the other man huddled in a corner with his knees pulled up to his chest, and let out a pitying sigh. "Why do you fight this? Imprinting is a gift, both of you have received a priceless treasure, yet you reject it?"

Sam whimpered, his hands coming up to brush through his hair, dragging down his face, and shivers of change racked his body. "I—I won't—I won't be controlled."

"Is that what you think imprinting is?" Jared let out a bark of a laugh, his lips fitting back into a sneer. "You fools! Do you have any idea…?"

"Animal instinct!" Paul lashed out, his hand swiping at anyone close, his wolf wanting to maim and injure anything it could reach. "Nothing but DNA and fucking programming!" A whine escaped his throat. "So. Cold." He bit out, a chill working its way over him.

Jacob placed his hands around the man, his body covering Paul in a film of calm and warmth. "Do you feel it now?"

"Feel—feel what?"

"How I pity you, Paul, Sam. I hold so much sadness for you, for my sister, for Leah…" Jacob shook his head, but his hands tightened on Paul, pulling the other man to his feet, he placed Paul back in a chair before crouching in front of him. "What you are doing is very stupid and pointless, you're a pathetic piece of shit." He shook his head, a growl rumbling in his throat. "You're efforts will be for nothing, because you will suffer, just as our pack sisters suffer now, and you will give in, both of you." Jacob looked back at Sam, his eyes dark.

"Rachel…" Paul whispered out, a last attempt at denying his fate.

"Doesn't mean a damn thing."

"She's your sister."

"Bella is your mate, your world."

"Stop. Just stop!"

Jacob lunged, his hand grasping Paul around the throat, he pushed the man down and snarled, a deep sound of rage, in Paul's face. "Heed my warning, you may believe you can reject my sister and leave unaffected, but I hope the harshest of pain comes to you. You're just barely suffering now, but the need, the separation will eat you alive. Already I can see how you cringe from Rachel, I'm not stupid, Sam you too, you dumb fuck. A pregnant woman? How did your wolf even allow that?"

"I love her." Was the pathetic answer.

"That child can't be yours, the wolf wouldn't stand for it. Not possible."

Sam didn't voice his doubts, his beast had already confirmed the fears Sam held. "I don't care."

"Then you are really fucking dumb." Jacob whispered, standing up he pushed out of the bodies, moving towards the door. "Now clean up the mess and any damage you have caused. I will not have my mate coming home to a ruined kitchen." A booming laugh followed the man, a happy smile splitting his face at the thought of his imprint.

Chapter Playlist

Begin Again-Purity Ring
Dust Hymn-Purity Ring
Rush Hour-Mac Miller
You Walk Away-Carbon Airways
Viol (Original Mix)-Gesaffelstein
Pacific Coast Highway-Kavinsky
Dirty Vibe-Skrillex, G Dragon, CL