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 Six

Begin Edward's Perspective -- Holy Hell.

Jacob was in love with me.

Violently.

I'll admit it; I was terrified. In that brief encounter, when I had felt every line of his burning, hard body against mine, heard his voice rough-hewn and sharp-edged with frustration and anger, I had felt fear of the Alpha. Behind Jacob's black irises, I could almost see the giant wolf, beating against the bars of human caging and desperate to get free, to take and claim.

To take and claim me.

And when he'd let me go, I had immediately missed his warmth. Immediately missed the harsh desperation of his proximity. I had wanted to be close to him again in an instant. And that thought scared the living daylight out of me.

Much to my added horror…I found that my body wasn't entirely unresponsive. I was hard, painfully so. Shit shit shit….What could that possibly mean? There was no way I would be allowed to…reciprocate his feelings!

"No. It's my turn to speak. I've been silent for too long, but know this…I came back for you, Edward. And I'm not going to stop until you're fucking mine. You got it? You belong to me."

Those were his words, and even rethinking them sent a hot flash of desire right through me. The side of me that found the idea of being dominated appealing, the side of me that was wondering if Jacob would make good on his threat...that was the side that was begging me to chase after him. To see how far he'd take this.

What the fuck?! This is not okay! Snap out of it!

There was only really one thing to do. I pushed myself to my feet and brushed myself off, clearing my throat for a moment. "Bella!" I called, and within seconds she was there, smiling a little, though there was concern in her eyes.

"Where's Jacob?"

"He left. Up to the bedroom, now," I growled, stepping forward so that she was almost backed against the wall. That momentary meeting with Jacob had riled me, made me defiant. I needed to show someone who was in control here. And Bella was the perfect little slave for that.

"I…I thought you wanted to hunt," she replied, her breathing already speeding up. Dazzling her was too easy.

"It can wait."

"The room smells of dog."

"I don't care!" I snarled, anger almost making me want to physically hurt her, make her listen to me. "It doesn't matter. Get to the bedroom. Now."

"Yes, Edward." I smirked.

"Good girl." -- End Edward's Perspective.

"Jacob? Jacob! Oh my God!"

In quick succession seven voices filled my head; all of them were phased. Seth, Sam, Quil and Paul, and Leah and even Embry and Jared. All clamouring to be heard, shouting over each other with the force of just what every pack member was thinking at that moment I had decided to phase.

In my need to get as far away from Edward as possible, I had forgotten why, until then, I hadn't wanted to phase. Not that the release didn't feel fantastic, to let my Wolf free to run, but it came with all the mental crap.

"Where the hell have you been?" Leah demanded, the first voice to rise above the rest.

"Around."

"Fuck that. I've been watching the Cullen house for days, when I caught his scent. And no one listened to me! Why don't any of you listen to me?"

"Shut up, Seth," Sam cut in, effectively silencing the younger Wolf. I winced as I heard the Alpha ring clear in the Usurper's voice, but it seemed weak to me. Ignorable. "Jacob, what exactly have you been doing around the Cullen house? Bella's gone."

"They're back," I snapped in reply, not bothering to correct his assumption that I was after Bella. Or add that she was now a vampire - did the Treaty still apply there? Because if Sam was going to declare fucking war against the Cullens, there was no way I'd go against Edward. I couldn't. Even the thought of hurting him or Carlisle or Esme made my insides boil with anger; the Cullens had done so much for me, without me even acknowledging it, and there was no way I would repay that debt by betraying them, fighting and killing them. That was lower behaviour than the nomads that had tried to kill all of us, not so long ago.

"Is Bella a vampire?" With the question, unbidden thoughts ran to the forefront of my mind; The encounter I'd just had with Edward was all too clear. Edward's anger; Bella's bright red eyes marking her as a newborn; Coveting her; Needing him. What had been going through my head when I'd pinned his hard marble body against the wall. The sheer attraction I felt whenever he was in the room, star of my thoughts and dominating all my dreams. The new-found hatred I held for Bella, finally realizing what she truly was; a puppeteer, a liar and a con. As I literally thought over everything that had happened the past few days, the Pack gradually fell silent. Even their thoughts were silent. I had stopped running just minutes after I phased, but nevertheless I was deep in the National Park, far away from any of them. I would have thought their thoughts were moving away from me, if it weren't for the fact that I knew our range could go much further than that.

By the time I was finished, there was only the silence around me of wilderness. Animals going about their business and their daily lives. What the hell is going on? Why couldn't I hear them? Why wasn't I currently listening to seven voices screaming at my wrongdoing, my inappropriate thoughts; condemning me as a Fraternizer.

Briefly, I felt panic flash through me. Had they severed my mind from theirs? Cast me out as an outsider? Of course, they may very well have - Fraternizers didn't last long in a pack, that much was already clear to me. But then they would have stopped me; caught me, tracked me down and forced me permanently into one form or another.

Was the annoying voice going to supply anything helpful?

Nope. Even he was silent.

"Jake?"

I whirled around, fully preparing to be attacked or something. I was so on edge; yes, I had always been annoyed at the constant mental link between pack members, but only now was I beginning to realize just how empty my thoughts were without everyone else listening in on them. I felt so…alone. It was infuriating and very depressing. But Seth stood there, wearing just the classic cut-offs of a shape shifter, and smiling a little sheepishly at me. I cocked an ear forward, signalling I was listening.

"What happened? Your thoughts disappeared."

I wolf-shrugged. A complicated movement, but so worth the effort; it very clearly said that I had no clue and didn't really much care about it, though the reality was that I was very curious as to the cause of it. Wolves just didn't sever themselves mentally. Not without permission of the Alpha.

Not without permission of the Alpha.

Holy shit.

Wasn't I the Alpha?

The rightful one, anyway.

How could they kick me out of my own pack? I could practically feel my Wolf shaking his head at my stupidity. Alright…so that wasn't it…Has anyone else noticed that my Wolf has become a completely separate entity? It was like having another person inside my head. So how many does that make? Me…the voice….and my Wolf. Three separate personalities in my head. Great. How the hell did Edward handle hearing all those thoughts? I could barely handle my own.

"Hey? Jake? Anyone at home?" I blinked, refocusing on Seth who was standing directly in front of me now, waving a hand in front of my face. I phased quickly back, because I somehow knew that even if he phased back into a wolf, I wouldn't be able to hear him. I could handle the why later, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I had just, without even realizing it, separated from the Pack. I was my own Alpha now. Packless but free from Sam and all his Usurper tyranny. Yes, the Rez Pack was rightfully mine, but I would not be the kind of person to force the others to submit to me.

There was only one person I wanted to dominate.

"Sorry Seth," I murmured, grabbing his wrist to still his hand before he kept waving it in my face. I suddenly had a headache, so closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath in an attempt to dispel it. An attempt that was only partially successful.

"What the hell just happened? I'd thought you would have phased or something. Sam's pissed. He wants to attack the Cullens for turning Bella into a vampire."

That got my attention, as my eyes snapped open and I stared blankly at the younger shape shifter. Holy Hell… Sam couldn't attack the Cullens! He knew that they had the intention of turning Bella into a vegetarian vampire. One that wouldn't hurt any living human being. I trusted Carlisle and Edward's abilities to keep her bloodlust under control until she mastered the skill of being around humans without attacking them. I was sure they wouldn't be in trouble. Besides, they would be moving soon. He would be moving away soon. There would not be a pack-vampire war going on in the middle of Forks! Not if I had anything to say about it.

"No way in Hell," I growled, releasing Seth for fear of crushing his wrist in my grip, which had become like a vice. "I'm not going to let that happen."

"I agree with you Jacob; this can't happen. None of the Cullens deserve to be attacked. Personally, I think we still owe them for helping us with the newborn fight." An attack that was entirely Bella's fault. She was a monster. She needed to be dealt with. If she died in the crossfire, I wouldn't mind at all. "Jacob! Focus!"

"Sorry, Seth. But you're right. I need to go talk to Sam." He nodded, and within another moment we were running. I could hear his thoughts, but no one else's. That didn't unnerve me nearly as much as the subject of conversation he chose to bring up…

"So…Jacob…back there…"

"What is it, Seth?" I asked wearily, already knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Well, I'm sorry man, but what was all that shit about Edward? I mean yeah, he's a good looking guy and everything, but you seem kinda…"

"Obsessed?"

"That's a good word for it."

"Well, I'm sorry Seth, but I can't explain it. Since I ran away when he sent me that wedding invitation, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. And I don't want to. I thought my Wolf was telling me to want Bella, but it wasn't true. He wanted Edward the entire time, and I just couldn't see it. It's like Imprinting, Seth; we can't control it."

"Sam wanted me to tell you you're out of the Pack, but I guess both of us are right now. I can't hear anyone except for you."

"I think that's something to talk with an Elder about. I've never heard of such a thing like this happening before. I mean…the Rez can't have two Packs, no more than a Pack can have two Alphas. It wouldn't work."

"'This town ain't big enough for the two of us.'," Seth said in a horribly accurate Western accent, laughing in the classic wolfy way - forcing breath out of his system in a series of huffs. It was almost like spastic growling.

"Yeah, Seth…Thanks for that."

"No problem, boss. Oh, and just so you know…I don't give a shit. I like the Cullens. I like Edward and I even like Bella, despite all the crap she put you through. I don't care who you fall in love with or who you want to be with, just as I don't care if the Cullens turned Bella into a leech - vampire, sorry. I'm sticking by ya, mate."

"Thanks Seth," I replied, feeling oddly touched by the sentiment, and grinned at him before tackling him playfully in mid-run, using his body to leap back away before he could catch me with his mouth. "Race ya there!"

"You're on, old man."

"Come on, puppy. Catch me if you can!"

Brief Edward's Perspective - What the hell is happening to me?

When I had finally made Bella mine, in all three senses the word had currently possessed, I had never been more satisfied. More content that my hold over her was strong and unbreakable. But now…Dazzling her was too easy. The sex was endless, varied and often mind-blowing, but each touch of hers seemed weaker, each of my returns of affection half-hearted and forced.

There was no way I was falling out of love with Bella, because every time her thoughts opened to me I was in complete adoration of her; she was my brilliant meteor, shining across the night sky.

Only…it seemed now that she had begun to move on with her change. I was left with only taillight.

What had Jacob done to me? That threat from him still rang clear in my ears; I was his. He would make sure of it. But then again…not long ago he had been equally obsessed with Bella. Was he just working through the entirety of our family? Who would he attach himself to next when he got bored or stopped trying to chase me?

Why did I care?

I didn't want him to start…stalking me or anything…but I have to admit I was getting curious as to what it would be like. I had never really had a problem sneaking into Bella's room and watching her sleep - it was a measure of my devotion, that I would want to be near her always. If Jacob adopted that same frenzied pattern of behaviour, could I admit I would find it nothing but flattering? To be desired that much…so needed that the person didn't ever want to be without you, by your side all the time.

It could feel oddly empowering.

What was I thinking? I could never betray Bella like that; it would break her heart, and my own would shatter at the look of pain that would cross her features. I was not disloyal, no matter what others who had known me in a past life would say.

Yes…there were things I had only touched on with Bella…things I knew I could never confess to her, for she would leave me, never to return. I couldn't handle that.

I'm not built to be alone. - End Edward's Perspective.

We arrived in the Pack meeting place only to find everyone assembled, as humans. Seth and I changed mid-step, pulling on our cut-offs quickly before I took my usual spot; we all sat in a semi-circle around Sam in the middle. I always sat directly opposite him, and right now that position seemed to empower me. After all, I was about to go against the Alpha, though he was a Usurper. It seemed that, sitting like this, everyone was subconsciously taking my side. That they always had.

"Jacob. We have been talking, and have found the Cullens to be in violation of the Treaty set down by our forefathers. Because of this, we must deal with them. They have gone against the laws and must be punished for it."

I could tell by the uneasy shifting around me, that not everyone agreed with that.

Perfect.

"Um…yeah, not going to happen," I simply said in reply. Okay, so maybe the arrogance wouldn't help my case, but I wanted to be one hundred percent fucking clear that there was no way in the nine circles of Hell I was going to fight against the Cullens. He looked at me with clear shock on his face, but within a second I could see the hardening of his eyes, his jaw locking. We had both seen this coming for a long while. Things had finally come to a head.

"You sure you want to do this, Jacob?" Sam growled, and there was no way I was mistaking the implied threat there. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm not going to fight you, Sam, and I'm not going to fight the Cullens either. We still owe them for helping us protect the humans in the Newborn Attack."

"For something they caused! If they hadn't been here in the first place then those Nomads would have -."

"What? Killed several more humans before we caught them, even if we caught them at all? Those vampires were smart; they would have been able to almost decimate the town, I would bet, before we managed to catch even one of them." Beside me, Quil and Embry stirred a little again in their spots. They agreed with me. "Yes, I know that Bella was at fault for it, but she's also the one turned into a vampire! They're going to move away in a matter of months." I ignored the shaft of pain through my heart at that reminder; that Edward might very well be gone in a matter of weeks. "Why are you so intent on bloodshed, Sam, that you would risk the lives of your own pack to settle a vendetta that doesn't even exist?"

Sam snarled at me, standing up. His body was shaking violently as he stepped towards me. In a moment I was on my feet too, completely ready for whatever shit he was going to start throwing at me. I could see murder in his eyes; I was sure he would attack. But he wouldn't win. I was the Alpha, the rightful leader and it was not my destiny to die at the hands of an inferior wolf. Sam wasn't even physically as big as I was. I could take him down by sheer brute strength if necessary.

I wonder how he would take to knowing that he was the product of a vampire and a werewolf.

The thought made me smile, right before he pulled his fist back, fully ready to hit me. I was a Wolf before he could land his blow, launching myself forcefully into his smaller human frame, before he recovered from his shock and changed into the massive being of muscle and black fur that was his Wolf form. His thoughts came crashing into my mind with force - mental assault! A low blow, Omega.

In the Silver Wolf Packs, the animal destined to be the Omega was often the darkest coloured of them all, because they couldn't blend as well with their habitat and therefore were the weakest to hunt and fight against. It suited Sam nicely that his fur was the darkest colour attainable.

I hadn't intended to fight him; I wanted a peaceful succession when I was ready to take up my post as Alpha…but I suppose I should have learned from every fucking fairytale story ever. The young king due to rise never came there easily through the Uncle that had 'Agreed to rule in the King's stead until the young prince was of age' or whatever bullshit Disney had come up with. The Uncle never wanted to give up his post.

Only in this case, I was fighting my allegedly half-brother's Imprint's aunt's boyfriend…as a dog.

Oh, Lordie.

Back to the fight.

It was actually pathetically short, because my steadfast refusal to lose brought Sam quickly to submission. I felt a cheap thrill, I'll admit, seeing the giant Wolf on the floor, his neck just inches from being crushed by my jaws. My teeth had cut through his thick fur and skin, bringing light rivulets of blood into my mouth.

I found I quite liked the taste.

"Give?" I demanded of him, tightening my grip just a little on his windpipe. I was frankly astounded to see that none of the other Pack members had tried to help Sam in the fight, and they all seemed a little more relaxed - pleased that I had won?

Quickly getting impatient, I snarled loudly. "Give?" I repeated, one of my front paws digging into the soft underbelly, making him whine lightly in pain. I was satisfied; my Wolf was appeased by the answer, and so I moved away. Almost as soon as I did so, releasing his neck, I was suddenly very aware of eight pairs of eyes on me.

Not seven. Eight.

Someone else was watching me from where I was. I cast my eyes around, but could see nothing; there was nothing there to see. But I was certain, and inside of my head I could feel my Wolf scratching at the bars of his cage, begging to be let free, pathetic whining filled my head as he pleaded with me to let him loose. To give in. Give him what he wanted even as I shifted back to a human.

Edward.

I hope he's listening. I hope he knows just how much control it's taking me to give him a choice about this. He knew my anguish over Bella - that was nothing compared to my new-found obsession with him.

"All of you leave now," I growled, looking around at the Pack. "We are not going to attack the Cullens, and if I hear that anyone…" I directed that last part towards Sam, who had phased back but still lay on the ground, naked and bleeding. I'd have to find time later to be freaked out about the fact that I still felt the taste of his blood in my mouth, and that I liked it. I wanted more. Creepo. "Anyone at all has even thought about harming any of them, I will personally see to it that they never go Wolf again. Am I clear?" There were varied murmurings of 'Yes, Jacob', and I couldn't help but notice that none of them had been so subservient when confronted with one of Sam's orders. Either they completely agreed with my order - but that didn't seem likely; Leah at least would argue about being dismissed so easily - or they recognized my full Alphaness - also unlikely, since I wasn't really aware of any change myself; my focus was entirely on Edward, on wanting to be near him - or the third option. They were scared out of their fucking minds by what'd they just seen and wanted to get the hell away from me as quickly as possible.

Seemed the most likely, but I hoped it wasn't true. I don't want my Pack members to fear me. I didn't want to be feared by anyone.

I bet Edward's hot when he's afraid. He certainly is when he's angry.

Shut up, pervy voice. Getting a hard-on right now in front of my Pack members when I'm completely naked wouldn't be a great career move.

I must have been hallucinating, but I could have sworn I heard someone laugh.

Begin Edward's Perspective - That was possibly the most emotion-evoking sight I'd ever seen. I couldn't just pin it down to one adjective, because something so…monumental couldn't be fit into one simple word.

I had arrived just as Jacob attacked, having seen Sam was going to attack him. I'm glad he did, because I had been just a second away from leaping to his defence. That might have been awkward, needless to say.

Jacob as a Wolf was a frightening sight; he was a giant with his thick, short mass of russet fur sprouting from his heavily muscled body. Like 'If dogs took steroids, they would look like that' kind of muscles. It wasn't hard to imagine the amount of power and strength he held in such a body. How much pain he could inflict with his jaws or the damage he could do with a well-aimed strike.

His animal sounds were, needless to say, fan-fucking-tastic. I hated acknowledging it in the past, but every time I had heard a family member growl or snarl, all I felt was lust. Animal sounds just turned me the fuck on; it was an uncontrollable reaction, an instinct evoked by my most base desires. Blood and sex. They could combine beautifully at the right moment. Jasper had often commented on my sudden spiking of lust during a hunt, when a family member had found something. I had pinned it down to the simple want of blood.

I don't think he was ever fooled.

Shape shifters didn't smell bad to me. The only reason I hadn't even mentioned this - had lied to the contrary - was because I didn't need to be more of a freak than my mind reading made me. Nothing with a pulse smelled repulsive to me; in fact, every drop of blood surrounding me seemed to call out my name, louder than a shouted thought. Admittedly some with different strengths, but there was always that lust, calling for my body to take and purge the burn in my throat. The pounding in my head near painful when I refused to take it further.

Bella had been a good release for that. I had finally gotten the sex and the blood at once.

But she didn't understand. I couldn't be sated with just the one…I couldn't bite her until she graduated, and I wanted to make her completely mine; life, love and body. I had to marry her first. I might be a vampire, even more immoral than the classic creature, but I was not going to rob Bella of her life, her soul and her virtue without having something to fall back on. I was not a 'Fuck and run' guy. Not anymore. I wasn't ever completely satiated with her after that first time, without her delicious singing blood to get me just that little bit higher. Don't get me wrong, I was still in love with her, especially when she opened her mind to me, but I needed the blood to fully sate my needs. It would be good to get more taste of that delicious mixture; lifeblood, thick with endorphins and oxytosin from the after-effects of sex, drained slowly into my waiting mouth as I, too, shared my climax.

Just like I used to, during my darker years.

That was how I'd always described them, but in truth…they were also some of the best years of my existence. When I returned to Carlisle, I was denying what I am. What I was built to be. I knew, of course I did, what kind of vampire I really was. I wanted to believe that I could change; that I could deny my existence and live like a regular vampire. But that would never happen; the words themselves form a paradox. It was fixed the very moment Carlisle bit me, bringing me to heights I had never known my naïve seventeen-year-old body could withstand, or imagine. Hunting the darker creatures of city streets, I had been able to return their favours, know their experiences. I loved the way they screamed. I loved the way they tasted.

I loved the way they had satisfied me. - End Edward's Perspective.

"Edward…I know you're there." My voice was dark, husky as I focused my eyes in the direction of his laugh. I knew he was there. I knew I had heard him, and sure enough he stepped out of the woods within a second. I hated how easily he had moulded into the background; he was stealthy, and I didn't want to think that he would be able to sneak up on me. But I had sensed him being here so…maybe not.

He smirked lightly. "Well, Alpha, it seems like you enjoy making an impression on your first day," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the famous crooked smirk on his face. His eyes had returned to being gold, but were significantly darker than when I saw him earlier that day. I shook my head in reply to his comment.

"Sam's days were numbered. It was going to happen eventually."

Edward nodded, his lips pursing as he looked at me, before his eyes slowly drifted downwards. I became very aware, then, that I was naked, but I couldn't care less. Let him see. I enjoyed the way his hands clenched into fists as his eyes jumped right from my chest to my feet, making the tendons stand out starkly beneath his skin.

Missing what you could have had?

"Fuck you, Jacob," he growled, eyes quickly flashing to mine. They had darkened again; almost black.

It was too easy. "Is that an offer?" I asked cockily, smirking widely when his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching. He really was gorgeous when angry. Instead of answering me again, he just raised one fist and flipped me off, making me merely laugh in reply and raise an eyebrow at him. "Real mature."

"Careful pup. I'm much more experienced than you."

"Age doesn't count for everything, Edward."

"Oh, believe me, I don't need years to learn. Just frequency."

Why did I get the feeling we weren't talking about maturity anymore? Or at least not the classical kind of experience? On that subject…gotta admit it…the only times I've gotten off have been completely solo efforts, with the recent help of Edward in the last couple of days, so I was technically a virgin. I knew for a fact Edward wasn't, plus whatever shit he was hiding in his past life. He probably knew a hell of a lot more about what he was doing - especially reading minds and living with three couples on top of that - than I did. That didn't stop me, however, from being a cocky, smug bastard. It was easiest to get a reaction out of him that way.

"So…what now?" he asked, breaking the silence after a moment of my muted thinking. I could tell my Wolf was helping chill my thoughts, making it hard for him to hear me. With a sigh I looked at the shreds of my cut-offs, which lay in a heap from where I had suddenly phased. No clothes for me today, it seemed.

Oh fuck… "I didn't tell them to keep my presence a secret! My Dad's gonna kill me."

"You're the Alpha, Jacob, and an adult. What can he do?" Edward answered, smirking once more at my obvious distress. But was I imagining the pride in his eyes when he spoke of my new status? I couldn't even complete the thought before he answered me; "I am proud of you, Jacob. You are now the Alpha, what you should have been all the time you've been a shape shifter. Maybe this will affect how you see yourself for the better."

I was in no mood for his mixed signals and mind games. I needed sleep, suddenly. I was exhausted. Heaving a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair. "Look, Edward, I'm sorry about what I said before."

I'm not built to be alone.

"It was stupid of me to say, and you are happily married to Bella."

I am no longer satisfied with her.

"So I'm not going to interfere with that. I'm going back to the Rez, to lead my Pack, and you guys can move away like you planned to after High School or whatever. The Pack won't trouble you about the Treaty; it's a stupid Treaty anyway."

I want you, Jacob.

"So…" I took a step back, beginning to get unnerved at his unmoving stance, his stare just focused on my face. But he seemed blank; locked in a struggle perhaps. His jaw was locked, arms tight across his chest as he suddenly shifted restlessly to put weight on the other foot. It was a human habit, one of impatience. If he wanted me gone sooner, I would go. It was idiotic of me to think that I would just be able to pull him over from his marriage and family commitments. There were too many barriers between the two of us, anyway, and forbidden love, contrary to what stories would have you believe, never works out well.

My Wolf was angry, snarling and thrashing against the cage my mind kept him in. The bars were cracking from the force of his blows. Saliva leaked thick as venom from between his bared teeth and parted jaws.

I need you. Not Bella. She cannot fill me.

"I hope you have a long and happy existence."

"…And you, Jacob." I knew he wanted to say more, so I hesitated. He remained unmoving, as did I. For the longest time neither of us budged as we stared each other again. Willing the other to snap first, to admit our stupidity, and all was silent except for the heavy clamouring inside my head, of my Wolf trying to break himself free.

I turned, then, backing away into the trees. I was a Wolf before I left the clearing, running as fast as I could before my resolve crumbled and I ran right back to him like a good little housedog. I would not be reduced to such a thing. I was an Alpha, God Damnit.

No Alpha has ever made it by ignoring their Wolf's desires.

Jacob…stop running away from me…

…You know I can't resist the chase.

With the distance my Wolf only started thrashing harder and with more force against the bars until his bones cracked, his skin split and gave blood from his own body as he continued clawing, striking the strong metal I had encased him in, and slowly, slowly I felt the bars break.

My Wolf was going to unleash himself, and I couldn't be near anyone when that happened.

Slowly, they began to give.

The weight of his blows against the bars forced them to bend, cracks resounding through my head like gunshots as the cage, for that brief second, became just a little bit tighter.

Then it shattered.

Author's Note: Hehe…that one DID move fast, I'll give you that, but then again I want to get stuff moving, because all this preliminary stuff…well it's just for bombshells later. There are plenty of emo plot-twists and dirty, dark things to come, for all those who want a little more than Jacob-ranting. Though that is fun to do =D. And in case anyone was confused, from now on bold and italic is anything from Edward's point of view. I just couldn't be bothered to write 'Edward's Perspective' every time.

So tell me what you thought please. Reviews are helpful beyond belief. And as incentive, I'm giving you a little teaser.

Chapter Seven - Covet.

Edward. He was the one who saved me. And the things I did to him in return…What I have done to him, to repay that debt. I thought before that I owed Carlisle, Esme and Edward everything, and I was so ungrateful. I just kept taking.

Taking whatever he gave.

"Jacob? It's alright…you need to calm down. Stop fighting." His words washed over me, leaking calm to the both of us; me and my Wolf. I could practically see him, giant russet animal, stop his advance, perk his ears up and forward in response to the voice. His emotions were easy for me to read; desire, desperation. Need, always need. I couldn't let my Wolf out! I had to quell this insane desire before I did something - or he made me do something - that I most definitely would not regret, but would damage Edward. I couldn't hurt him.

"Stop fighting."

So…yeah. The chapter's better than that makes it sound. Review!

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