As everyone knows, I do not own the characters in this story, Stephanie Meyer does. I would like to thank everyone for their support it has truly touched me. I decided I will not be bullied into stop my writing. I never allow anyone to intimidate me or any of my friends in my life. I won't start now and it is unfair to those who enjoy my stories. Though I am not crazy about pornographic lemons, I decided to read some and I did notice that there are some that represent love not just love. Though they are still not my thing. I also don't think it is prudish if someone is not into porn. I just believe people in love, make love; it could be raw, rough and downright dirty. I still describe it as making love, everyone else that you don't feel that love for, you f**k or have sex with. No judgment on anyone indented. I am no innocent when it comes to being with my man, I just don't need to read or watch it.

Please give Eternalfan stories a read she is a great person and her stories are all about Jake/ Bella, though she keeps you guessing, you can be sure there is not outside influence no other girl or man involved. Thanks everyone. Lots of hugs and kisses to you all. Please forgive me for any mistakes. I am not too happy with this chapter, but I could not think of any other way to do it. I am looking for a partner in writing this story. hugzzzzzz

Carpathian Wolf

Chapter Five

(Bella's POV)

What The Heck Happened?

I woke slowly, and looked around, very confused about where I was and how I got here, there was soreness between my legs, in fact, muscles I never knew I had, felt as though they battled with a baseball bat and lost. I tried to get up, thinking it was the way I slept that had me feeling the way I did, but I could not move.

A very big arm was wrapped around my waist holding me down. I turned and looked behind me, that's when I noticed I was being held by someone and not just anyone but Jacob black. The memories from the night before came slamming through my brain like a tidal wave and I became angry.

I shook him hard to try to wake him up, even slapped him a few times, but it did not work. I panicked, looking around for something to beat the hell out of him with, that's when I saw a glass statue of a wolf sitting on the bedside table, without thinking about it, I picked it up and hit him on the head. I felt guilty as soon as I did, I could almost feel the pain it caused him. As though I shared it.

At least that made him move so I could get up. I have no time to dwell on the pain I inflicted on him. He jumped up rubbing his head, looking around for what could have hit him, and then his gaze fell on me.

I was so shocked by my actions that I just laid there for a minute, until he looked at me. I jumped up also, ready to run. However, I stopped, the damn man was naked and saluting me. We stood there, looking at each other, the only thing separating us is the bed, wait, if he is naked, I looked down at myself, yeah, I am naked also, no wonder he is looking at me like I am his favorite treat.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, still rubbing his head.

Did he just ask me that? Did he honestly think everything would be just peachy after what he did? Not because I enjoyed it means it was okay for him to take what was not freely offered. Yeah, the way that man used his hands could bring a dead woman to life, but still, it is the principle of the thing.

"Why! You have the nerve to ask me why after you brought me here and did all those things to me!"

Yeah I enjoyed it, but that is beside the point!

I got really pissed off then and went for the lamp, that was also on the bedside table, seeing what I was about to do, he started coming around the bed towards me, I gave up on the lamp and ran to a door I saw open off to the side. I refuse to let him touch me again. I had a feeling if he did; we would be in that bed again in no time.

My traitorous body does not seem to understand that we are mad at him for kidnapping us and doing all those things to us. I ran to the door and entered, slamming it behind me and locking it, bracing my back against it just as he reached it.

I need to get out of here and quick. So what he made me feel things I thought I could never feel. He brought me here against my will, well, maybe not against my will, but I was damn sure not conscious enough to have made a choice. And why wasn't I conscious?

I'll tell you why, because I rode his thigh to unconsciousness like a dog in heat, after he kissed me and bit my neck. Wait, that fool bit me? He bit me!

"Bella, open the door, let me explain!"

"No go away, I don't want to hear your explanation, I just want to get out of here."

"Ï can't let you do that, just come out so we can talk."

"How do I know the same thing that happened last night won't happen again?"

"I give you my word. I won't touch you, we'll just talk."

I'm such a liar. His touch is something I definitely want to feel again, and soon.

Shit, I am definitely a goner.

Stupid traitorous body, cant seem to remember we were taken against our will.

While we were talking I looked around for something to put on and saw a robe hanging up in there. I pulled it down and put it on. All the while, he was trying to convince me to come out.

"Okay, I'm coming out; please step away from the door."

At the last minute, I grabbed a can of deodorant spray and shoved it in the large pocket of the robe. It might not do much damage but it will damn sure sting a lot, especially the eyes. I unlocked the door and walked out

Seeing him standing there pissed me off more, because he seemed so calm and my damn emotions are warring with each other. On one hand I want to grab him and kiss the breath out of him, on the other hand I want to go for that lamp and smash it in his face. Shit. I need a Prozac. I walked up to him, pressing my index finger to his chest.

"How dare you do that to me, taking something that was mine alone to give?"

"That one thing belonged to me, you belong to me."

"Belong to you? Nothing on me belongs to you, unless I give it you!"

Like I did last night. Can I give it to you again? Yeah he looks tired maybe we should lay down for an hour or four. You know, to take a nap. Sure nap.

Stupid traitorous body! That is when I realize he was still naked and still saluting me. I need a bucket of ice to throw on this guy.

"Ï refuse to say another word to you, until you are dressed."

He looked down at himself, seeming to just realize he was still naked. He looked back up at me with a sly grin.

"Does my being naked bother you?"

"No it does not, but it would be polite to at least be dressed before we have this talk."

He walked over to a closet and put on a robe that was similar to the one I was wearing. Walking slowly back over to me, he said

"Why don't we go into to the sitting room and we can talk, I promise to answer any questions you have, after I have explained some things to you."

Okay that sounded reasonable, maybe he will allow me to leave after he has had his say. Why does that thought make me sad? I walked ahead of him and sat in a chair that only had room for one, so he could not sit by me.

I refuse to be held responsible for my actions if he did. I still wanted to throw him on that bed and have my wicked way with him. I had to force myself to think of reasons why that was not a good idea.

He sat on the sofa on the side that was close to the chair I was in. looking me straight in the eyes.

"Bella, I need for you to keep an open mind because what I am about to tell you will be hard to believe. Just know I will never hurt you."

"Okay." Was all I could say. He could be an escapee from some insane asylum and I might say something to set him off. He probably drugged me yesterday to make me respond to him as I did.

Yeah, and can I have more of that drug please, preferable served from those sexy lips of yours?

Who am I kidding, that was all me. It felt as though he was what I had been waiting for my whole life. As though a half of me was missing, but became whole by our joining. Still a girl needs to play a little hard to get, before ripping the robe off his delectable body and going for another one of those joining.

Joining, is that what we are calling it these days? Oh, shut up! Damn, I'm in trouble.

Especially with him looking at me like that. I guess remaining angry will not accomplish anything. It will not get me out of here any quicker. Besides I am curious why the birthmark I have on my back pulsed and tingled when I first met him. Though I might regret it, I want to hear what he has to say.

I am also confused about the powerful feeling I felt when I looked in his eyes. It was a feeling of coming home, but then, when he touched me the feelings I had was so strong it scared me, so I ran as soon as I got the chance. Little good that did me.

Hmm, that bite was one strong aphrodisiac. I wonder if I could get him to do it again. Now!

My brain seem to be all over the place today. I have to get my mind off the track it is on.

"Okay, I am listening. Talk."

"There is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. Bella, I am what they call a shapshifter; some people refer to us as werewolves."

He stopped and looked at me, awaiting my reaction. Yep, I was right, he is crazy.

Humor him Bella, the men with the nice little white coats, that's strapped in the back will be here any minute.

"Okay, you're a shapehifter, what does that have to do with me?"

I replied, while contemplating the likely hood I would survive if I jumped out the window behind me.

Just smile and nod Bella, smile and nod.

"We shapshifters were born without the ability to see color and with a curse that if we don't find our true mates, by a certain time the animal side of us take over and we loose all human emotion, causing pain and destruction to humankind. We will hunt and kill without mercy."

Hunt and kill without mercy? I knew it was too good to be true. I'm actually just a meal for him and not in a good way. Damn!

"That does not answer why you brought me here." I said a little nervously

"You are my true mate Bella, since I met you; I can finally see color and your light will keep the darkness from devouring my soul. You will keep me grounded."

"Your true mate? What are you talking about? You just saw me and decided I am your mate?"

Yeah, I knew it, a nut ball, damn, he was so good with his hands too.

"No it is more than that. Can you tell me you felt nothing when we met? You didn't feel as though we had a connection, as if our bodies were made for each other? I bet you have a birthmark on your back in the shape of lightening."

When he said that my eyes grew huge. How did he know about that? He could have seen it last night. Then I noticed him standing up.

"Let me show you something."

He moved his robe down so I could see the exact replica of the birthmark I had. It was in the same place on his back as it was on mine. I might as well stop acting as though I could not feel we belonged together, as if I was not made just for him. However, I needed proof. I was not going to just roll over and accept this.

However, it is very, very tempting. You know, the roll over part Legs in the air.

"If you're a shapshifter prove it."

He looked at me shocked. "What?"

"You heard me. If you're what you say you are prove it. I refuse to listen to anything else you say until you do."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes I am." I folded my arms at my chest and looked at him with my eyebrows raised waited. Yeah-big boy, prove it.

Before I could blink, there was a huge russet wolf standing in front of me. Not realizing I even moved. I had ran and jumped on the bed trying to crawl through the headboard. I watched him as he slowly walked over to the bed; I guess he was trying not to spook me. He stopped at the side of the bed and watched me, waiting for me to do something.

I slowly peeled myself off the headboard and went over to sit on the edge of the bed by him. For some reason I was not afraid, I knew he would not hurt me. I reached my hand out and combed through the fur on the top of his head with my fingers.

I could have sworn he purred like a contented kitten. His fur was very soft not rough like I thought it would be. I am surprised I was sitting here petting a gigantic wolf instead of running out of here screaming like the hounds of hell were chasing me. I guess since he told the truth about this, everything else he says must be true.

Oh my god, I am the mate of a wolf! As if I am not strange enough. However, it does explain allot. The deep connection, the hunger I felt when his lips touched mine. Wanting to crawl into his body and never leave.

I wonder if I could get him to do all those luscious things again, that he did last night Damn traitorous body! Keeps going off the subject!

"Okay, that proves it. If you can understand me. Could you change back now?"

He changed back, and he was naked as the day he was born. Damn the man is sexy. I swear I want to lay myself out on this bed like a feast at thanksgiving.

I got it bad, but who could blame me?

"Could you...uh…put on the robe again?" Before I jump you, you sexy beast.

He walked over to where he left his robe, and I must say, the man look good going as well as coming. That ass was firm enough to bounce a dime off of. He put the robe on, closing off the nice view I was enjoying, then turned and walked over to me while he spoke.

"You weren't afraid of me, I could tell, I could also tell that you realize what I said about you being my mate is true, because of your acceptance our connection has opened up more and getting stronger."

"I have no choice but to believe you. I did feel this strong pull towards you when we met as if we were made for each other. However, I need you to explain what happened in the garage and then when we were in this room last night. I am really curious about why you bit me."

"Biting you is the way our wolf marks its mate, so every wolf in the area will know that you belong to me and will not try to cause harm or claim you for themselves. I took your essence in me so I could keep track of you. About what happened last night. Our souls needed to claim each other, there was nothing either one of us could do to stop it. We took a part of each other into us."

I thought about that for a second. I believe that, because I remembered how desperately I felt to be one with him, almost like being taken over and owned by him. Even now I feel the need to touch him and had to force myself not to.

"I still don't understand why you brought me here the way you did, why not explain all that to me? In fact, why did you bring me here? This is your house right? Is there more of you staying here?"

"I would have told you eventually, when I thought you were ready to hear it, but you ran. I had to stop you and claim you sooner than I planned, because there is a threat out there that will use you to get to me and I could not take the chance that would happen. And yes, this is my home, which I hope you will come to think of as yours. There is more of us here, but no one will hurt you."

Of all the answers he gave, only one struck me as odd.

"How would anyone know of my connection to you, to use me against you?"

"Remember what I just told you about what would happen to my soul if I did not meet you?"

"Yeah." Do I even want to hear this?

"That happened to one I was very close to. He never found his mate and has now lost his humanity. He has been preying on humans for over a century and I have been trying to catch him. He is now here in forks, and is causing havoc not just for the humans, but for his own kind as well. I went out earlier to see if I could find out where he was and connect with him, hoping to convince him to give his self up, during that time I let slip that I have found my mate. So he now knows about you and will not think twice about using you against me."

"For centuries? How old are you?"

"I have been alive for over two centuries."

"Two centuries?" are you immortal?"

"Yes I am, and since I have found and bit you. You will be too."

Okay, I really don't want to ask about that right now, maybe later. I am starting to feel as though I am stuck in the twilight zone.

"You said something about connecting to this soulless person/creature. What did you mean by that?"

"When we are in wolf form we can communicate through our minds, we are able to see what the other person sees and even what he has done. You and I will be able to do that regardless of whether we are in wolf form or not once the ritual has been complicated."

"Ritual? What ritual, do you mean I will become a shapeshifter also?"

"Yes you will, but you have to digest a small amount of my blood. Still it won't happen quickly after the ritual. Your first change won't happen until a time of great stress or need"

Okay panic time! I jumped up off the bed.

"What do you mean I have to drink some of your blood?"

"You're not going to be able to prevent yourself from doing it. The next time we make love you're going to have the compulsion to mark me like I marked you, now that I have bitten you and we have joined. It will be instinct. Though you need my blood for you to become a full shapeshifter, some of my fluids are already in you, your inner wolf is already present and she will want to mark her mate."

I have a headache and I need to think, preferable without him sitting here looking all sexy and ateable. I used my index fingers to massage my temples.

"Can I get a moment to think? Alone. My brain cant take too much more. I'll let you know when I am ready to talk again."

He pulled me up to stand on the bed in front of him, this way we are eye to eye. The way he was looking at me sent sparks of heat through my body. Wrapping me in his arms.

"I'm sorry Bella; I really wish I could have given you more time. I never meant for you to find out like this, or for what happened last night to happen, at least not so soon."

Then he gentle laid me in the center of the bed and moved on it with me, holding himself over me. He untied the belt of my robe and gentle kissed my belly, moving slowly up to my breast. He blew hot air on them, causing my nipples to tauten. Using his legs, he opened mine to fit his hip between them as he lowered his body down to mine.

Why does this man's touch leave me feeling so helpless, like being drowned in a sea of arousal. I guess this is what you would call, a gentle persuasion or an all out take over to convince me this was meant to be.

Yeah babe, go ahead and convince me.

I closed my eyes, knowing I was lost, just one touch and I was putty in his hands. I felt he was my drug and I needed a fix. I wrapped my hands and legs around his body. Feeling his hardened arousal pressed against me. His hands roamed over my body.

I felt his heated mouth close over a nipple. All I could do was squirm and try to bring his body closer.

"You feel so good." I heard him say. His voice sounding aroused and sexy.

He moved a hand inside my robe to my back and down to fondle my behind, squeezing the flesh. When his hand moved to my arousal, I thought I would die. Nothing have ever felt so good.

"Let me love you like it was meant to be." He whispered at my ear, then kissed and nibbled it.

An involuntary moan escaped me just before he kissed me, sucking on my tongue as if it were candy. Damn, this is not what I had in mind when I said I needed time to think by myself, to come to terms to changes I feel was coming in my life.

But what the hell. It's not like we have not already been as intimate as two people could be. And why lie? I love the feel of his hard body against mine, the way he touch me with a gentle firmness that sends chills through me.

Rational thought escapes me as I am drowned in the heady scent and feel of him, the erotic things his hands are doing to my body as his lips claim and devour my mouth.

I know I will have to stop him soon. Maybe in five more minutes.

Yeah five more…..right.