Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Two

Okay…so basically I had not been away for two days and already I was desperate to come back. How pathetic is that? And I couldn't even phase on the way there, because if I wasn't careful, and I was a wolf and my pack heard about what I was thinking…what I had been thinking about, I would lose all status in the pack. Even suspicions of a fraternizer would end in disaster.

Quick definition; Fraternizer, in wolf terms, is a pack member who either associates with the enemy, or is attracted to other males. Both of these are disgraces, because if a pack member is gay, then that means there is no chance of passing on the gene, and therefore he serves no useful purpose to the next generation. And going along with the enemy makes you an enemy, to be eradicated. Seth didn't know how dangerously close he'd come to being forced out of the pack; he was only saved because necessity had called for a temporary union between Edward and himself.

Edward…If it turned out that I was…uggh, I couldn't even think it. What the hell would I do?

Fortunately, since I was apparently going to go on foot, I would have a lot of time to think about it. Several hours later I found myself many miles down the highway, heading in a general Northern direction. I knew eventually that the road would twist, and take me the wrong way. I could only hope that my sense of direction would save me, and that I would survive long enough to make it back to Forks.

Even as I thought this, I knew I would; I had to know. I had to get answers.

And as I traveled, my dreams of Edward became a lot more vivid. Not more graphic…exactly. Well, I don't really know if there is an appropriate adjective to describe what I kept seeing in my mind's eyes, what my subconscious desire was telling me to want. I didn't understand a few of them, but many I did;

I was running, I think. Or perhaps it couldn't really be called running; there was a person in front of me, and sure enough he was in motion as well, fleeing, but I wasn't moving. It seemed simply as though the world had turned itself around, and instead of running away from me, his hard marble body collided with mine, sending both of us to the ground.

"Get the fuck away from me!" he snarled, sitting up. He was straddling my hips, which I soon came to know was a horrible, awful position to be in, because when I opened my eyes I was looking into none other than Edward Cullen's - black and full of anger.

"Why do you keep chasing me?" he demanded, his nails digging into my shoulders, as though he intended to shake the answer out of me. Bad move; I could feel his chill body against my own naked, burning one. Must have just done shifting or something. Whatever; I certainly wasn't going to complain about this dream. "Answer me, mutt!"

Within seconds I had our positions reversed; his back was pressed into the slightly wet ground, with mine pinning him down. He hissed and struggled against me, but was unsuccessful in his attempts to escape my hold. This made me smile in pleasure, for it could mean only one of two things - that I was stronger than him, meaning he couldn't get off without my permission…Or that he wasn't using his full strength, which meant that he didn't want to run away anymore.

Soon enough he stopped the thrashing, all but collapsing below me. His breathing was heavy, though I knew he didn't need to breathe, and his eyes were black with anger as they glared up at me from behind a few strands of his bronze hair, which had fallen forward in the one-sided struggle.

"Get off me," he hissed, eyes narrowing as one of his hands found purchase on my arm, digging into the skin, just hard enough to hurt but not break it. A warning. "I won't say it again, dog."

I couldn't help my response; "Good, because I don't plan on listening to your demands much longer," I said with a large smirk. Maybe it was a figment of my imagination - which technically this whole thing was, but never mind - but my expression caused a reaction in him; there was no mistaking the flash of fear in his eyes, or the small lift of his hips into mine. Fucking hell.

"You're mine now, Cullen."

That incensed him; once again his expression became murderous, and he arched up against my body, momentarily making me lose my balance on the ground. He took the opportunity to roll away from under me, and was back on his feet in seconds. But he didn't try to run away. Not this time. Instead, he stepped forward, leaning over my upper body where I lay, back-down and winded on the ground. His lips were right by my ear, his words practically rumbling in his chest from the force of his growl.

"In your dreams, mutt. I don't belong to anyone."

Wasn't that kind of the point? Jesus, why did my dreams have to be so…long-winded and my dream Edward so defiant? My Wolf was snarling at the show of fight from his bitch, and it gave me the surge of strength necessary to grab a hold of his shirt, pulling him down to me, and once again roll us both over so that he was on the ground. Face down, this time. I didn't want a repeat of what had just happened. He tried turning around, perhaps realizing that he was beaten, but before he could get far I was over him, on my hands and knees and pinning him down with my body. We both released light snarls - his was angry and slightly fearful, knowing that I wasn't going to budge any time soon, and that he was trapped beneath me, a slave to my Wolf's will. Mine was of pleasure, pleasure in the victory and finally feeling his rock hard body beneath my own, my erection right against his ass.

I loved the fact that, though he could read my thoughts, he did absolutely nothing to free himself. He knew he was mine as much as I did.

His jeans were too easy to rip off, along with his underwear. He started to struggle a little then, but it only succeeded in driving me further into a frenzy of lust, as his icy body merely ran itself along mine, creating delicious friction and making me harder, if possible. He opened his mouth - possibly to growl at me again - but I silenced him by putting two fingers into his mouth, making him suck them. After all, I didn't want to hurt him - unless he was into that sort of thing, and then by all means - and I would have to prepare him.

He snarled and bit down on my fingers. I felt the sting of his venom, but it wasn't the burning that I had been told vampire poison was like - it was almost pleasant, almost like an ice pack being placed on an injury. I pulled my hand away from his head, and he almost fell forward without me there to support his upper half. I couldn't help but smirk - he was fucking shaking below me, and I knew from his own hardness it wasn't from anger, pain or fear. He fucking wanted this, as much as I did.

I hated and loved Edward Cullen at that moment. Hated him for making me feel like this, and yet loving the complete submission I was greeted with. The Wolf knew that his bitch knew his place, and was satisfied.

His bitch?

Accurate enough, I guess.

It's a Wolf thing.

I pulled away a little bit, my dry hand fixing itself around his hip, keeping him still as I slid one slick finger into him. He gave a little hiss of pain, and what I'm sure was a curse, but I paid him no mind. His muscles ate me up greedily. Hell, if it felt this good with only a finger, how would fucking him feel like?

It wasn't long, when my finger was fully buried inside of him, that he began to shift his hips backwards, driving me deeper.

I always wanted to bring you to your knees, Cullen.

"Looks like you got your wish then, didn't you, Black?" he hissed in reply, his head hanging forward as he pushed himself further back. It was incredibly amusing to me, in that dark and sadistic kind of way. He was still trying to be cocky and in control.

I fucking own you right now, Edward. You're mine.

Mine.

I added a second finger, pushing in as far as I could. For the first time in my dream I felt a surge of tenderness for the male below me; it wasn't just a desire for a quick fuck. My Wolf had chosen Edward Cullen - apparently - and didn't want to hurt him. Not unnecessarily, anyway.

He suddenly gasped heavily, and for a moment I thought I had done something wrong. - Hello? How the fuck can I go wrong in a fucking dream? - but just as I considered pulling out, he snarled a very quick 'Don't you dare', and pushed backwards, further onto my hand. His shaking had increased dramatically…I must be doing something right. Tentatively, I pressed forward again, touching the same spot, and drawing from him a long, delicious moan.

Once again, my mouth was running away from my mind; I leaned my body over him, chest against his back as I continued to work him with my fingers, touching that place inside of him each time. He was fucking panting now, his words interspersed with mutterings of my name, and begging. God how I loved to hear him beg.

"Someone's an eager little bitch, aren't they?" I asked lightly, the Wolf practically purring in victory when Edward snarled, his anger only half-hearted, though, as he made no move to pull away from me. "That's right…You fucking want this, don't you? You've always wanted it…You just never knew."

Alright…I knew it wasn't really me talking, it was my imagination and really Edward's reaction was only my imagination too, but fuck it all if I wasn't enjoying it.

With a sound that can only really be described as something between a moan and a snarl, he pushed himself once again back onto my fingers, this time making sure that the contact between us spread through every little bit of skin that touched; I could feel him along my chest, in front of my hips and thighs…Around my fingers. Fuck, I felt him everywhere.

"Yes, Jacob," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. It was almost as coarse as a human's. "Yes, I fucking want this. Please, Jacob, please!"

"Tell me what you want, Edward. Not all of us are mind readers, you know," I said, chuckling darkly.

"Fuck it, Jacob! You know what I want!"

"Say it." My demand was strong, and to prove my point I started to withdraw my fingers from his ass, dragging them out slowly. He tried to follow me with his hips, but my other hand kept him still. "Out loud, Edward. Fucking say it."

"Jacob, I -."

"Are you alright, man?"

What?

The voice was unfamiliar, and for a second I thought that my subconscious had suddenly thrown me for a loop. I even looked around the small forest clearing we were in, but found no one. There was just me and Edward.

"Dude, wake up! Are you okay?"

My eyes flew open, and I shot up from the weird curled up position I had apparently fallen asleep in. Damn it!

So fucking close!

As I had said before; my dreams and fantasies were much more vivid, and graphic I guess, but I had yet to actually do anything to or with Edward Cullen in them. As you can imagine, this pissed me off completely, because I might never get the chance to actually experience it, and while I could I wanted to enjoy myself, enjoy the thought of completely owning him.

The part of me that still didn't want to let go of my hate for him also wanted to know the feeling of bringing the leech to complete submission, to me. He had taken everything from me, acted like he owned the fucking planet and had robbed me of things that were rightfully mine, including a normal life with a normal family. His presence had made me into a shape shifter…Anyway, I wanted him to know that feeling, of knowing that someone else controlled everything you did, said and experienced. Could string you along like a fucking puppet, dance to his own song and then dump your ass when it suited.

Of course, if you're really in love with him then you won't be doing much dumping.

Yeah, the voice is still there. Sigh.

"Hey, man! You alright?"

"He's probably just disoriented, Chris. You would be too if you'd just woken up."

I turned towards the voices, surprised that they were still there. Of course they were; what else would have woken me from my dream? Standing in front of me were two people - one male, one female. About nineteen, or twenty years old. The female was pregnant with a baby - about three months along, and the child wasn't her companion's. He didn't know this yet, though, because there was no underlying hostility or tension between the two of them, as might be expected.

I hadn't actually seen them yet, though, because a flashlight was being shone into my face. I was dressed in only my cut-offs, and lying on warm tarmac. On the side of the highway. Great - freaking great.

And I had actually only just smelled that about them. For some reason, this didn't seem incredibly odd to me. My Wolf accepted this information easily…I guess I had been spending too much time as an animal.

"Hey…" The female knelt in front of me, a small friendly smile on her face. She had come into the light of Chris' flashlight, so I could see her clearly. She was pretty…in fact, she could have been mistaken for Bella if I weren't a shape shifter with perfect eyesight, with her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, pale skin and wide, dark brown eyes.

Should I have been disturbed that the resemblance did absolutely nothing for me?

"…You alright?"

"Huh? Yeah…yeah I'm fine. Sorry." I smiled sheepishly, reaching up to push my long hair from my eyes, to only realize that I had cut it, and it no longer fell in front of my face. My sheepish grin only widened.

"Have you been sleeping on the side of the road all night?" Probably. I merely shrugged at her, causing her to frown. "Well, can we give you a ride anywhere?"

Before I could reply her companion, Chris, came forward. "Are you insane, Brynne? He could attack us and hi-jack our car or something!"

"With what?" the female - Brynne - replied, standing up to face her partner, hands on hips which only further accentuated her slight baby bump. She stood about an inch shorter than Chris, but that made her no less formidable. She would have made one hell of a shifter. "He's not armed, Chris. He barely has any clothes!" she exclaimed, obviously ignoring the fact that I was heavily muscled and quite obviously used to living the rugged life. But hell, I wouldn't hurt either of them - especially if they could help me.

Chris sighed a little bit, and for the first time my eye was drawn to him. I sucked in a breath. It wasn't him, obviously. But I swear to God…He had the same reddish-brown hair, and he had dark, dark green eyes. I knew Edward had had green eyes when he was human…Fuck the boy would have been beautiful, even as a human. What the hell was this, some kind of secret cloning experiment I was unaware of?

Suddenly, looking at the two of them together became unbearable, and I averted my eyes to the road.

"Which way are you two headed?" I finally asked after a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence, and Brynne smiled at me.

"Port Angeles," she replied.

I could scarcely believe the luck.

"Really?" I asked, my voice becoming quicker as I allowed excitement to overtake me. Immediately the Edward look-a-like stepped forward, scowling at me as he moved to protect his girlfriend, or whatever.

Hah, you wouldn't do that if you knew she'd fucked around with some other guy.

"Why do you care?" he spat. Christ he even sounded like Edward when he was angry. I fought the urge to soak back into my fantasies - which I only now came to realize had left me with a very unfortunate problem. It had died when Brynne was talking to me, only to leap back to life upon gazing at Chris.

Well, I guess that's one half of my Fraternization charge complete. Feeling things for guys and not girls was definitely enough to get me thrown out of the pack - no one wanted that kind of shit to think about while in a wolf phase, able to listen to each other constantly.

"Look, you don't even have to take me to Port Angeles. You can drop me off outside the city limits. I'm just going in that direction too, and if the offer still stands I'd really appreciate a lift," I said, focusing instead on the female again, who not only helped me to calm my 'problem', but also seemed most likely to agree to help me. I didn't even get time to finish this assumption before she was nodding, smiling in a friendly way at me.

Chris didn't even protest. I bit back a snicker as I made an imaginary whip cracking sound in my head.

They had a Hummer, and while I was inwardly lecturing them on their lack of environmental awareness - Hummers are hardly the most fuel efficient car in the world - I was grateful for the amount of room the giant car possessed. I had plenty of space to stretch out my body and relax on the comfortable back seat. Hell, I probably could have phased comfortably in the trunk without having to worry about denting the shape or anything.

Note to self: buy Hummer.

Note to self again: Get money to buy Hummer.

Note to self number three: Solve all your other personal shit first before you decide to make a huge dent on your carbon footprint and your wallet and get a giant car that, technically, you don't need or want.

Damn voice.

I must have dozed off - and when I say that I mean it - because when I was shaken awake it was very brightly lit outside with sunshine, and the sun was in the West. Almost to the horizon…About an hour left of daylight. I was looking into the grim face of Chris, and immediately I had to flinch away before my body reacted to his closeness. He smelled of mint and lime, a combination that I always associated with alcohol, and as an effect didn't find pleasant. But on him…it was mouth watering.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"We're here," he said, and his voice was cold and hard, immediately killing any reaction I may have had for him. Yeah…Scent? Very nice. Looks? Hell to the yeah. But damn it was no small wonder Brynne had cheated on him - he was probably cold as ice in private, if this was how he acted in public.

Cold as ice, Jacob? You can hardly judge.

There's a different between literal and figurative, douche bag voice. The Wolf snarled a little as Chris opened the back door to the Hummer, making a move to grab me and pull me out of the car. I almost resisted until I took a deep breath, and a torrent of familiar scents hit me. Then his words caught up with me, and I realized that the 'here' must mean we had arrived in Port Angeles.

Already? God, how long was I out for?

"Well, thanks anyway. I really appreciate it," I said, smiling at Chris and Brynne. Mostly at the female. She flashed me a pretty, flirtatious smile, and once again I felt nothing except slight embarrassment that she was flirting so openly with me. Maybe what I had assumed about Chris was wrong, and their relationship troubles were entirely because of her.

Whatever; I'm not going to start preaching when the choir knows far better than I do.

"No problem; happy to help someone who looked like they needed it," Brynne replied, giving a flick of her long brown hair and smiling again. I saw Chris stiffen slightly next to her, and he sent me a glare that clearly said You go along with this, and you die. Painfully. And even though he was a human and couldn't really damage me short of shooting me, I didn't want this conversation to take any longer than necessary anyway. My Wolf was getting antsy, and so was I, eager to get back to Forks and get answers to all the questions stirring around my mind like angry hornets.

I would have to walk the rest of the way, so with a small wave I turned from the couple that looked so strangely like the one I was going to meet, and headed down the road that led to Forks.

I knew I couldn't phase, because if even one Wolf was in Forks and changed I was done for, exposed, and all of this effort to stay under the radar had been for nothing. I was tired and hungry, and my throat felt like it was made of sandpaper - it hurt to swallow, and with every drop of sweat I lost from the exercise, I just became more dehydrated. It suddenly seemed like the heat of Arizona had come to greet Washington, because the air around me seemed sweltering and oppressive, wanting to crush me with its weight and stop me from my goal.

I was avoiding being read by my Pack members…but what about Edward, when I finally saw him? What if, with one glance, all of the thoughts I had been trying - and failing miserably - to stifle came bursting forth, and he heard them all? I would be screwed, and he would tell all of my Pack members and family. I would be thrown out in disgrace, forbidden from ever taking my place as Alpha, and maybe even forced to become a human once again, for want of not Imprinting ever and therefore never passing on my chance to breed a new generation.

Of course, if I was gay then there wasn't much danger of that anyway.

Shifting can be blocked. Inside each shifter there is a Wolf, and there is a human. In each mind, it is like a waiting room, and only one person is allowed out at one time. When the Wolf is out, the human waits, and vice versa. But there is a technique, some kind of evasive trick only taught to the Alpha of a Pack, where the waiting room door is locked, and the Wolf is forever stuck inside, or the human. A shifter undergoing this is allowed the small mercy in choosing the part he will be stuck as forever…And I believe that most would choose a wolf. Life is so much simpler that way…but then again, I wouldn't know. I've never had to consider it.

And hopefully, if all went well, I never would have to.

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