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 Fourteen

Not once did I look back, because I knew that if I did I would turn, turn and run back to Jacob.

I'd failed him; I promised that I would hold Sam off and then I go and end up getting convinced to leave by his devious mind. And yet I just hate myself more, because I know that everything the Omega told me was completely true. I was distracting Jacob from the Alpha duties, of course I was. He'd been so preoccupied with making sure that I stayed alive that he'd hardly phased unless it was to take me hunting. He'd been constantly looking over his shoulder for someone to come up behind him and sink a blade into his spine, so on edge that every movement was tinged with fear, anxiety at being found out.

I'd lost control, almost endangering his life and those of his Pack. What is it with me and almost eating the people I love?

I was an Abomination, not even meant to be alive by the fucked up standards of the paranormal. Incubi often lived short lives; I'd heard and read about plenty of tales of those of my kind, killed by jealous lovers whose partners they'd seduced, or killed over two people fighting for their affections. What I was...was dangerous. No two ways about it; death followed me at every turn and I would be damned if Jacob was got in the cross-fire. Lord help me, I think I've started to warm up to the dog.

I owed Jacob so much. For protecting Bella, for protecting me, for mitigating the tenseness between vampire and shifter, for bringing us closer together. I owed him my life, and Bella's, just as I owed him my body and my love. I couldn't bring myself to give him the last one, but I was getting dangerously close; too close for safety. Maybe it was the hormones and maybe not, but I knew that slowly but surely I was falling in love with Jacob Black.

I couldn't allow that. What this...we...were...it wasn't right. It wasn't normal.

In 1901 homosexuality was definitely not accepted. I remember finding out a close friend of mine – I had been fifteen at the time – preferred guys to girls, and he was immediately taken away by his parents. I'd learned to stifle pretty much any affection towards people outside my family...until I'd met Carlisle.

Damn him to hell. I hate him.

I hate him.

But I loved him.

He would never go away; it's like his mark was permanently branded onto my body and I was his. Hell, I had been his. And he'd been mine. It makes me sick to my stomach that I'm still like a heart-broken puppy over his rejection of me, choosing Esme instead. I loved the woman like a mother, but there was always a bitter taste in my mouth whenever I saw him smile at her, or one of those tender moments passed between them. His eyes fucking glowed whenever she was around, and I can remember plain as day when he used to look that way for me.

I hope he never leaves her. I hope she never has to share my pain.

Vampires are supposed to mate for life, but I guess I never was to run with the normal crowd.

I was running, sprinting really, as fast as my legs could carry me through the forest. It was like Forks was trying to stop me leaving; branches I would normally dodge with ease swung out to fling themselves at me, knocking me off-balance and slowing my headlong rush to freedom. Fuck this, I didn't want freedom! Freedom didn't mean security and that was what I needed, but I could feel the dark look of Sam's eyes burned into the backs of my eyelids, his words dripping molten poison into my system. I refused to let myself break down as I tried to get away, but I could feel a few traitorous tears slip from my eyes and down my cheeks. They felt cold.

Would it be so hard to just turn around and go back? The world is big and I have a lot of enemies, lots of people who either want me dead or want me theirs. Jacob and his Pack would protect me...but that was what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. No, better to run as fast and far as I could. Pick a hemisphere and make sure I never cross paths with Jacob again.

Besides, I'd read into his mind. The human side of him was gone, forced away by Sam. Bastard; I wanted to rip his throat out! But I couldn't, because...well, because a Pack needs an Alpha, and without Jacob Sam was the next best thing. He was necessary, even though Quil was the rightful successor – everyone knew Quil didn't want to be Alpha, and it wasn't in his blood. Not directly, anyway, and certainly not very strong. Wolves needed a leader who would be willing to talk about a situation, but be swift to deal out punishments if necessary. Quil wasn't exactly the trigger-happy type. Who am I to talk, though, really? I'm just the Alpha's bitch, submissive to pretty much fucking everyone and never with the spine enough to fucking stand up for myself. All I do is run until there's no more land to carry me.

"Damn it!" I yelled when a tree landed a lucky blow, sending me slamming into its neighbour with enough force to crack the trunk and bend it slightly. I slammed my fist into the bark, feeling rough pulp give way underneath my fingers and grit my teeth against the harsh shock that came with punching something that would rival you in shock absorbency. I felt weak again, like a human trying to take his frustrations out on cement. What I would give to have something soft in front of me, something comforting and warm. In that instant, I wanted to be human again, something I hadn't desired for a good eighty years...when Carlisle had left me for Esme. Only at times that I wanted to die, because it would be so much easier.

My phone began to buzz in my pocket and I reached in to retrieve it, reading the name on the screen. I was surprised to find the words were slightly blurry; I wiped the tears away from my eyes to read again. Jasper.

"What is it?" I asked on flipping the device open, holding it to my ear.

"Edward!" Jasper's voice filtered in from the other side, near-frantic with panic. Immediately I felt dread coiling in my stomach; what the hell had happened? "Edward, listen to me, they're here!"

I didn't want to know who the 'they' were, but Jasper and I had discussed this. He knew my family would be looking for me, out for my blood and that of my child's...in a manner of speaking. They also knew that I had a sort of plan with Jasper. If they found him then that meant I wasn't far behind. "They're here. You need to get Jacob and run. Now."

"I...I can't Jasper," I murmured, feeling my voice thicken at the mention of Jacob's name. Damn it, just when I had thought I was getting my emotions under control. "I've left him; I can't be a burden to him anymore, and we needed your help anyway. Sam forced him out of phase; he's just a Wolf now. I don't really know how it works, but the human side of him isn't there, or it's very very deeply buried. I'm going to need help to be able to get him back, if it's possible."

"You left him?" Jasper growled, and for a moment...just a little one...he didn't sound like Jasper. He was angrier than I'd ever heard him. He sounded like a feral newborn, he sounded like a soldier, but he was definitely not the brother I knew him to be. This wasn't Jasper; was it the stress of the situation? Of being attacked by our own family, and for something he wasn't even responsible for, had no part in? I would hate the knowledge that he was being punished because of me...but I was at a loss of how to help him. He was three states over and I was here. I wouldn't be able to get to him before my family did.

"Jasper, listen to me. If the family's there, then that means they're not here, right? Run, run here and meet me and we'll get the hell out of here, go somewhere else or get onto the Reservation or something," I said, desperate to help my brother out of the pit I had pushed him into.

"It's a little late for that, fledgling," he replied, voice cold. I froze at the term. Fledgling? The only one who had ever...ever...called me that...was Carlisle. "In case you haven't noticed you've left the only one who can grant you sanctuary. You little bitch; I'm going to kill you when I find you." And there it was again...that little slip in his accent that marked him as not my brother. I couldn't believe that this was Jasper...it couldn't be. Someone was mimicking him, just as I had to try and get information about Bella from Jacob, and had been told the news that made me almost commit suicide. It seemed such an idiotic reaction to me now...now that I was stronger. At least about her; Bella wasn't all she was cracked up to be.

"Carlisle," I growled, taking a guess; he was the one to call me fledgling, after all; the term given to the recipient of a vampire's venom – just as Bella was my fledgling, so was I his. "What have you done to Jasper?" The coil of dread began to thicken as I went over in my head just what I had told him...Shit, he knew I was alone and unguarded. He also knew I was still in Forks, if I proposed meeting Jasper at the house.

Fuck!

His cold chuckle answered me, making me hiss in involuntary reflex. He laughed again and tutted lightly. "Edward, when will you ever learn?"

I smelled her just before she attacked, turning around just in time to see a flash of black eyes, lips curled back in a snarl and pale, diamond skin as she launched herself at me, quickly managing to pin me back-down to the ground. I snarled at her and struggled in her grip but she was stronger – yeah, I'll admit that – and could easily hold me down. Through the call I could just managed to hear Carlisle laugh again, this time with distinct menace in his voice;

"He should never have tried to take what was ours."

Jacob's wolf stopped, shivered, froze. Something was very, very wrong. But orders were orders; go get those who were in their true form and bring them back to the human. Do that and be rewarded. Yes? Yes.

People think that just because shape shifters can transform into a Wolf, and still be as cognizant as a human, that the Wolves themselves are smart. This is incorrect; the Wolf is an animal. An animal that obeys a master and follows orders. Jacob just happened to be united enough with his that he didn't have a total rebellion on his hands once the Alpha was well and truly free.

The russet animal sped towards his Human's house, slowing when the scents of his brothers – Jensen, whose human was 'Seth', and Akira, whose human was 'Quil' – hit his sensitive nose. He let out a loose bark, ears pricked forward when there was shuffling from inside the small space. It was filled with the delicious, sweet scent of the Alpha's mate, a mate in heat. But the bitch wasn't there, and that made the Alpha angry. Angry and unsatisfied. Still...orders were orders. Kayne – the russet animal Jacob called his own – let out another bark, impatient this time as his subordinates didn't respond quickly enough to satisfy him. Soon, though, he was greeted with the sight of his friends and brothers; the sandy, lithe and swift shape of Akira and the larger chocolate fur of Jensen. Both wolves gave low whines, unsure at being so completely free, without their humans to guide or control them. They needed a leader, and Kayne was definitely capable of that.

The russet Alpha dipped his head lightly, his jaw brushing against his brothers' in a light, soothing gesture, one given to younger wolves who were afraid and needed comforting. Almost immediately he felt his brothers relax and was pleased; a calm Pack was a strong Pack, one that would be confident and able to complete a task without question or complaint.

Kayne took another deep inhale, soft shiver running through his system as once again the scent of his mate drenched him. He was so tempted to chase after the bitch that was carrying his child, but of course the Wolf knew the other was pregnant, and didn't feel the need to keep going after initial mating. That was a human necessity. Kayne would only be needed the next time his mate came into heat, or if the baby was lost.

Gender isn't much cause for concern among wolves. Kayne's mate was capable of bearing children, and so was obviously female. End of discussion; humans were just confused on the matter, was all. They were too complicated.

There are no words between wolves, but there are signals, orders that the animal will naturally adhere to. One can never disobey the Alpha, after all, and so when Kayne gave the signal to follow him, and turned and ran, Seth and Quil's Wolves weren't far behind. They caught up with their Alpha, flanking the russet male in an arrow formation as Kayne led them on, deeper and deeper into the forest as his scent grew weaker, signaling he had come from that direction.

However, there was a distraction for them. The Omega was near. Abel – or Sam as he was called by humans – loped into sight and caused the three united wolves to flatten their ears, hackles raising and teeth being bared on landing eyes on the Usurper, the Traitor. Abel stopped, ears cocking forward before he quickly whined, seeing his angry brothers and knowing he was outnumbered. Distantly Kayne heard a human voice shouting at him, but it wasn't Jacob's and so the Wolf paid no notice. The Alpha advanced on his brother, jaws parting. He would be prepared to rip Abel limb from limb, if the stupid Omega hadn't decided to up and run away.

In a flash the Alpha was following, hot on his heels as he snarled. His jaws snapped together for any attempt at sinking his teeth into sensitive flesh, preferably the leg or the tail so that he could stop Abel running, but still exact revenge nice and slowly. Kayne was an Alpha, and did not take to being betrayed very well. And by his own brother, no less. Abel yelped as Kayne came inches away from biting the tender joint of his back leg, black wolf pushing himself to further limits of speed, but he was no match for the sandy and quick form of Jensen – or Seth as he was more commonly known. Within a second of bursting to speed Jensen launched himself, catching the larger black wolf on his flank and rending apart flesh until the bone just managed to peek out. Abel's howl of agony warmed Kayne's heart as he Alpha caught up on his injured opponent, bringing Abel down onto his side on the rough, leaf-ridden forest floor. With a snarl Jacob's Wolf had closed his jaws around his brother's neck, sinking sharp teeth into fur and flesh until he reached blood. His tongue licked at the rivulets flowing into his mouth, an almost vampire-like purr rolling from the russet animal's chest as he licked, savouring the rich, coppery flavour of life.

Life that would end swiftly, if he had anything to do with it.

Jensen and Akira's snarls were encouraging him; the other wolves were enjoying Abel's suffering, hating the one who had done this to them – left them leaderless and without cause, without the human. Shape shifters were only able to give a one-sided perspective, because even as the Wolf shape they were always their human selves, always aware of what they were doing and that they were controlling their bodies. But the wolves felt the connection too and they reveled in it. Humans were so intelligent and free, and when the body was asleep the shared minds could play and enjoy each others' company, revel in the beautiful connection between man and beast until wakefulness separated them again. But without their Humans...the head and the heart felt empty. It was almost like losing an Imprint, someone who was even more a part of you than your other half. The pain of it was echoing around in the animals' heads and they were capable of exacting revenge on anyone and anything, especially since they had someone to blame for it.

And thus Kayne would kill Abel, his own brother, out of the pain in his heart for being favoured, for being taught information that could allow him to do such a vile act, that Jacob was denied because of what? For not being the favourite?

Well, the Underdog always wins. Such is the plot of fiction everywhere.

Kayne was dangerously close to severing the jugular, a gruesome end for anyone and Abel's black fur was slowly being coated even more darkly, crimson staining the jet into the most beautiful spectrum. It flowed down to the grassy ground, dry with cracking winter leaves and even Akira and Jensen leaned forward to taste a drop of their brother's blood. Sand let out a purr of pleasure to mimic Kayne's even as Akira blanched, ears going back as the chocolate wolf stepped away. Obviously Quil's wolf didn't appreciate the beauty and value of blood being split to sate the hunger of the hunt, the thirst rising from killing another creature. Who knew wolves had ethics?

"Kayne!"

The russet animal stopped his slow murder, ears pricked up as he raised his head to look for he who had called his name. His body rested on top of his bleeding brother – Abel wasn't going anywhere. Kayne let out a loud howling, throwing his head up against the natural curve of his spine so his throat was clear to carry his voice to the other half of the conversation. A voice he recognized; Jacob.

"Don't kill Sam. We need him to help us. You need to find Edward; Edward will be able to hear and help us." Kayne was displeased at this turn of events; he had gotten the taste of his brother's blood and did not want to stop, but stop he did, raising off his Omega's body with a final warning snap to his neck, to warn him that this was not over.

After all, orders are orders.

Bella leaned down, dragging her nose along my neck and jaw. A vulnerable part; if she sank her teeth into me she could rip my head clean off. I shuddered even as my body forced me to turn my head away, bare more throat to her in a submissive, placating gesture. She purred her approval and inwardly I felt my insides clench with bile.

I could almost hear my inner voice screaming at me; 'This is what you're designed to do, Edward. This is what you're made for. Pleasing people.' Quoting my own words to Jacob back at me; 'Your mind might be able to fight but your body...your body belongs to whoever wants you. Right now, that is Bella. Please her.' It was like a drive, unavoidable and I wasn't able to fight it. With a growl I wrapped my arms around her waist, hating the feel of cold, hard skin underneath my hands instead of the warmth I had come to know and love. The slight give of muscle as opposed to the unyielding pressure of stone.

I pressed my lips to hers, one hand knotting in her hair the way I knew she liked, the way that made her head hang back as her body sagged onto mine so that we would be able to feel every line of each other against ourselves. It repulsed my mind, but like the voice said my body definitely wasn't arguing.

Shit flowed from my mouth. Meaningless, romantic drabble that I knew she lapped up like a fucking cat at milk. Her mental walls fell to let me soak in her thoughts, something that only a month ago I would die and beg for her to do, but now it felt wrong. I shouldn't have to work to know how someone thinks about me. With Jacob it is effortless, and I love hearing his random thoughts all the day long. But with her...it was all sophistication and endless puppy love and devious thoughts running through her mind every damn day, like even subconsciously she was trying to win me over, get my approval.

It was then that I realized just how much I hated her.

She was trying too hard to please me.

I could almost see the thoughts, the suspicions coming together with all the deadly certainty of a freight train. I fought against my mind to let me loose of these thoughts but they were unavoidable. When I changed Bella...we were in the middle of sex. Bella seemed like she was designed perfectly for me...she was territorial and yet subtly promiscuous. Though she never cheated...she would have, I'm certain, with Jacob given the chance. And she was trying to please me, all the time, using techniques that she had been honing over the years we've been together. Her scent called to me as a mate, a lover, a husband and protector.

Holy fuck.

My wife was a succubus.

A Goddamn succubus, she had to be.

How had I not noticed before? How had I not even suspected?

A groan fell from me as that realization hit me like a wrecking ball, knocking the breath out of me. She must have mistaken it for a moan because she smirked, trailing a hand down the centre of my chest as she straddled my hips, grinding down onto me. "Such a little whore, aren't we Edward? So eager for me." No. My mind was shouting at me no, but I couldn't deny my body its desires. My sense of smell was enveloped by the scent of a woman in heat. My cock was being mercilessly teased by a yielding, willing body on top of me. Slow purrs and growls were being elicited from my partner, going straight to my downstairs brain and the overall effect was one order, repeated over and over in my head.

Fuck. Now.

As though she read my mind Bella's nails turned to claws, shredding my clothing as easily as she did her own – sweats on her legs, no underwear and a thin t-shirt just barely covering her upper half. Wow, did someone get slutty while I was away? She didn't even waste time in foreplay; there was a single need between the two of us and we both needed it answered; I needed to fuck or get fucked and what was it.

Chill, smooth marble surrounded me as she sank herself down onto my cock, hiss leaving her lips at the stretch of not being inside of her for so long. She was as tight as a virgin, but not tight enough. This was so wrong, so unsatisfying, even as I thrust up into her with all the hatred and resentment and anger and fear I felt. She was stronger than me; if I displeased her then she would tear me apart, like a praying mantis. She took my strong movements for arousal and desire, moan escaping her as she threw her head back, riding me, her hands coming up to tease and play at her breasts.

So wrong.

Filling wasn't satisfying, I wanted to be filled.

I wanted to be the one submissive, completely at the whim of the other's thoughts and movements. But not just anyone. Fuck, I wanted Jacob. I wanted his harsh heat filling me, surrounding me, inside of me. I wanted to hear his grunts and growls and moans as he thrust into me, completing, retreating and keeping up that pattern until he came inside of me, marking me with a burn that would last for hours, if not more. My mind couldn't take this.

But my body could.

I took a crushing hold on her hips, keeping her steady and still as I took control. I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible, but the gentleman instincts I had forced for so long refused to back away. I rubbed and pinched at her clit, wanting to hurt her, make her feel my hatred but it only seemed to spur her on. Within minutes she was shuddering around me, her walls clenching and unclenching as she milked me hard. Normally that would be enough to send me over the edge, but now...I couldn't. There was nothing drawing me to this woman; I had already chosen my mate and he was a man, he was Jacob. No two ways about it.

And so I did what I had to; I imagined it was him over me, sweating and so warm and beautiful as he sank himself deeply into my body, filling me so much. The burn was so good, so painful but so fucking good.

I swallowed back Jacob's name as I came inside my wife.

Now, does anyone want to contend with me for the definition of 'Fucked up moment'? I will win, I assure you. With a sigh Bella sat back on me, her spine lax as I worked my hand over its normal, post-coital route; trailing up and down her spine, around her hip and just gently brushing her thigh before I moved back up, around the back of her leg and up her spine again, to repeat the circuit. I felt dirty, and like no amount of cleansing would wash away the blood of betrayal on my hands. I was worse than Sam, in some respects.

I could only hope Jacob would forgive me.

That is, if I ever saw him again.

Bella purred lightly again, leaning down and I felt her breasts press against me. I had to supress a shudder. She smiled, oblivious to the hatred in my eyes. I wish looks could kill 'cause I wanted to burn the bitch already. The stupid, manipulative, devious little bitch who had single-handedly managed to turn my family against me.

"I'm glad you're back home Edward," she murmured gently, kissing my lips. I wanted to push her away.

Tears clogged my throat, making it difficult to speak, but I managed to answer;

"It's good to be home."

Author's Note: First of all, there was no beta here, so sorry for any mistakes.

And...yeah, abrupt much? I wish I could explain things; I think the lack of response for the last chapter was due to the fact that I just assumed you would know what I was talking about, what I was describing. Apparently not, so I will explain if anyone wants to PM me with any questions or concerns or anything like that (: By the way, for those who were confused;

Jacob's Wolf is Kayne.
Seth's Wolf is Jensen (After Jensen Ackles, my current love xD).
Quil's Wolf is Akira.
Sam's Wolf is Abel.

It's written in third person because wolves don't think like humans do. The wolves can hear their humans but only in a limited distance. Otherwise they are just really big animals.

I really love you guys so much and appreciate the support and everything you've given me so far. I'm a huge angst lover and I know this is getting kind of slit-your-wrists (in my opinion) and it will get worse before it gets better, but it will get better, don't you worry.

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