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Chapter 31

"C'mon buddy, I think you're going to like this." Emmet placed his hand over Seth's shoulders to try and guide him back to their original spot. Jacob wouldn't have any of that and grabbing Seth's arm pulled him to himself. They would've engaged in a game of tug of war in which the slave could get seriously hurt. Fortunately for the submissive his master loved him more than he hated Emmet; he eased off and allowed the slave to be guided by the visitor back to their spot.

Seth looked apologetically at his master who looked unmistakably furious. Anger and jealousy flowed through his veins like lava. If it wasn't for the risk that he could hurt his lover he would've confronted the guest who was stepping in his territory. Jacob amused himself wishing he was some kind of wizard or witch doctor that could place a tribal curse on Emmet that would make his dick fall off. He caught himself smiling maliciously at the thought, it was disturbingly comforting.

"After finding out about your supposed unfortunate end Leah was never the same. She would tell anybody who would listen how much she hated her parents. She revealed how your parents treated you, how they starved and beat you. This made your parents life a little difficult but not enough. Your sister demanded payback for the fourteen years of misery you endured and your horrible death. Several people cut all ties to your family and declared them personae non grata. This infuriated your father and he demanded that Leah would tell everybody she lied but we both know how stubborn she can be." Both friends chuckled remembering the only girl in their village that could make a grown man cry just by looking at him.

"She didn't care about the party; she loved Jasper with all her being and wanted nothing more than to be his wife. She wanted to have an intimate wedding ceremony but called off the reception; after all she was in mourning. She was appalled by the idea of being paraded around town dressed up like a china doll. To add insult to injury she would have to feed the same group of lowlifes that caused your death. She told your mother about her reservations thinking that she still had a little love for you in her heart and would understand. She was mistaken. Leah was flabbergasted when your mom told her that the wedding would cement their position as one of the most influential families of not only their town but the whole area and she was not willing to risk that. They would not live there anymore, but wanted to erase you from people's minds. Pretend like you never existed. After all, in their twisted minds you only brought disgrace to their family and were not worth losing status." Seth felt like part of his inner light had been extinguished. He knew they didn't love him but somewhere inside the part of his heart that held on to hope there was a little flame with his parents' names on it. That flame was gone, leaving in its place a cold empty hole.

"Don't hold back asshole, nice way of making him feel like shit." Growled Jacob, not caring that his feelings were becoming evident. Emmet was stumped for a minute; on one hand he realized too late he had been talking with a foot in his mouth, on the other hand he didn't know any dominant that would care about the feelings of his slave.

"Not up to a little competition? I know it's your job to make him miserable. Anyway is not like you care." Spat Emmet with contempt in every syllable. "I'm sorry Seth, it was not my intention." Emmet's eyes found those of the slave who rewarded him with a minute smile. He knew very well that it was not Emmet's intention to make him sad, but the truth was that he did. The visitor knew he messed up; he was very insensitive to the sub. He took Seth's small hands in his own and rubbed them on his lips alternating his kisses with whispered I'm sorry. This infuriated the master to no end; he looked like he would start foaming at the mouth at any moment. Jacob jumped to his feet, Emmet immediately responded by doing the same. They were two angry bulls ready to charge. Jaws clenched, nostrils flared, fists opening and closing at their sides. A small whimper escaped Set's lips as he cowered back trying to protect himself from what seemed inevitable. That soft sound was enough to call the dominant's attention and prevent the fight.

"Are you done?" Breathed Jacob through clenched teeth.

"No I'm not. Seth wants to know and I intend to tell him. Where was I? Oh right, an idea popped in her head and she appointed Jasper, my mom and I as her assistants. First she told your mom she wanted a different dress, one with a big poufy skirt. She only wanted to have a little more time and sending your mom in a wild goose chase for the perfect dress gave her just that. Your mom got her one in which she looked so beautiful, just like a princess. My mother kicked my father out of the house and he was crashing at a friend's house while begging my mom every day to take him back. The day your mom delivered the wedding invitation my mom spat on her face and told her to never even look in her direction again. She knew I loved you and suffered your loss almost as much as I did. I've never seen my mother phase out of anger before. I have to confess I was scared of my mom when she exploded into her silver wolf right on our front porch." Emmet's frown spoke of distant memories, ones that would always remain as a deep mark in his spirit.

"Are you close to wrapping this up? I'm bored and want you to leave." Huffed Jacob in annoyance, he was downright rude and didn't care that the visitor was reliving a traumatic experience.

Emmet was able to put himself together before continuing. "Don't fret my pet. I'm getting to the good stuff now." Emmet was threading dangerous waters. He didn't know what Jacob was capable of. "With my mom's help we replaced the wedding favors in the little boxes with different things that reminded us of you. A poem, dry flowers and even rocks, just like the ones you use to collect when you were little. She added a personal note to each box before closing it and addressing each one individually. Of course in the note she accused the person to whom it was addressed of a crime against you and declared the punishment she believed that person deserved." Seth's breath hitched as he thought of his sister doing something so crazy and risky. He knew nobody would harm a female but even the possibility of something happening to her made his heart ache.

"The day of the wedding the way she looked could be described as hate mixed with hurt but mostly utterly miserable. The wedding was at four o'clock, I went to see her at noon and your house was a hub of activity. The only person who didn't care one bit was Leah, she just sat there angry and bored while they did her hair and makeup. She only spoke to your parents when it was absolutely necessary. She had asked me to escort her to the wedding venue. Your father was about to send me away saying that he and your mom would escort her when she came over and coldly told them she didn't want them near her. They seemed to be hurt by this a great deal but I couldn't bring myself to care. It was even worse when Leah told your mom that she would get dressed in my house. Your mom went to protest but Leah asked me to grab her dress and we left, leaving your mom fuming. In a way my mom got her wish of helping a daughter get dressed for her wedding. At least something good came out of that, right?" Emmet paused for a moment but this time Jacob didn't feel inclined to rush him. He could sense his pup was very disturbed by what he was hearing and wanted to pick him up, place him on his lap and smother him with kisses, unfortunately he couldn't. Instead he had to push down his wolf who was trying to come out and comfort its mate. When Seth wiped Emmet's tears and kissed his cheek the visitor was elated and wrapped his arms around the slave's waist and pulled him closer. They comforted each other; the wave of sadness that enveloped them was becoming overwhelming.

"We arrived at the ceremony hall and I walked her down the aisle. Your father was told beforehand he wouldn't have that honor. She only smiled to Jasper, everybody else got a scowl. Your parents still looked pretty smug since she looked really beautiful and they could always make up any cockamamie excuse for me walking her. The only time she looked happy was when she was declared Mrs. Leah Whitlock. In the reception hall she didn't say hello to the guests as they came in, your parents had to do it. She only interacted with the guests to hand them their box with the personalized message. She needed to make sure that she asked each person to wait until she told them to open it. Nobody questioned her and waited patiently. You should have seen the look in everybody's faces when Leah told them to open their gifts. Several men got slapped in the face before their wives or husbands exited the venue. Some guests left immediately not waiting for what Leah could do next. The vast majority stayed though, they pretended like there was nothing wrong with the contents of their boxes."

"Glasses were filled with pink champagne for the toast which was given by your sister. Man that toast was one for the history books. Nobody escaped her wrath; my mom lied to my father telling him she would take him back if he told her who participated in your initiation. She gave the list to Leah before kicking him back out into the street." Jacob wanted to kick himself for feeling admiration toward the mother of the beast that sat before him. She had been more of a mother to Seth than his own ever was.

"Your mom and dad tried to stop her and put an end to what they called her hysterics. Jasper, me and a few other guys prevented them from touching her. She ended the toast by asking everybody to raise their glasses and drink. By that moment everybody's throats were dry and they were more than happy to comply. When she saw most glasses empty she said that what they drank was not pink champagne but cider mixed with blood. The blood of her brother and all the other submissives that had perished at the hands of the men in that wretched village. That now their blood was inside them where it would make them rot from the inside out. She wished every person who ever laid a hand on a submissive to die a slow painful death. At the end of this she lifted the tablecloth on the main table and revealed a poster where she wrote your name in blood. It also said council equals murderers and the name of every man that took part in your initiation under the heading list of rapists. She wanted to give your parents a surprise and leave a memory in the people of our town that couldn't be erased, kind of like payback. She achieved that and more. This was something people would remember for generations. I was concerned for a minute with Jasper's reaction until I overheard him tell her how proud he was of her."

"What did my parents say about this?" Asked Seth, not concerned for his parents but for his sister and her new husband.

"As you can imagine the party ended right there and people escaped rather than left. The next morning Leah, Jasper and your parents left. They were going to catch a boat that would transport them to the southern tip of South America. It's not safe for two women to make such a long journey on foot. Your parents thought that they struck gold when they made Jasper sign the damn contract stating that they would live with the newlyweds. What they didn't suspect was that Jasper made an amendment to the contract and they would only live with them for two years. In their arrogance they didn't read it before signing. After those two years it would be up to Leah to decide if they would stay. I have a pretty good guess of what she decided. In addition to my mom and me several of my friends left the village. Two other wives left their husbands and joined us. We were welcomed in Quebec where we formed a pack with me as alpha. Years later we received notice that my father had died and my mom was free to re-marry. I think he perished on whatever destroyed our hometown"

"I'm speechless, I knew my sister loved me but this is insane." Seth's gaze locked in an undetermined point as he reflected on everything he had been told. In such a short time he learned Emmet secretly loved him. He was never one to succumb to pride but he felt honored that somebody he held in high esteem had such deep feeling for him. He couldn't love him though; Jacob's name was branded in his skin and in his soul. The submissive knew he could live many lifetimes, even die and come back to life in a different body and under different circumstances but he would still find his way to Jake. Leah risked so much for him; he prayed that he would get to see her again, if only to tell her he loved her with the same intensity she loved him. Neither dominant dared make a sound that would interrupt his musings and disturb his thoughts. The slave stood up for no other reason than the need to move. Emmet stood beside him and went to hug him but Jacob wouldn't have any of that, he was tired of the visitor's touchy feely shit. He growled in warning but was utterly ignored by the visitor. Emmet did notice how red his face was and could've sworn he saw the vein that was sticking out on the side of the forehead pulsing. This instead of intimidating him made him internally chuckle.

"Are you feeling alright Black? If you need to go take a dump I'll keep an eye on the sub. I would love to get reacquainted with him, especially now that he is no longer a kid." He winked an eye as he said this and went to stroke the submissive's cheek. His hand never reached Seth's skin though, Jake yanked his mate away. This startled the slave who loudly yelped Jacob's name. He didn't mean to put them in evidence, he was taken by surprise and was far too used to saying his name. It just slipped out.

Emmet looked horrified, he knew that Jacob was protective of the slave and didn't seem to be mistreating him but surely something like that would warrant a beating. Seth dropped to his master's feet as if begging for forgiveness. The funny thing was that Jacob hadn't even noticed his name being said. He was too focused on the wolf that was putting the moves on his boyfriend.

"Do not fucking touch him, he is my property. I'm sick and tired of you putting your grubby paws on him and making him stink." Jacob shoved Emmet while standing between him and a wide eyed slave. His protective stance was very uncharacteristic of any dominant when it came to their slaves. This behavior was saved for their mates and their children.

Emmet was very confused and blurted out, "So who are you exactly? The master of the slave?" To the alpha Jake seemed more like an overbearing big brother or a brutish bodyguard. Of the few slave owners he had the displeasure of meeting Jacob was by far the strangest.

Jake was stumped; he didn't know how to react to that statement. What he did know was that he felt this overwhelming need to pummel Emmet McCarthy until there would be nothing left of him but a blob of macerated flesh. Noticing his master was about to charge at his friend, Seth scrambled to his feet to work his way between them. Both wolves tried to shove the pup away, both of them trying to protect him from each other, yet Seth was trying to protect them from each other.

The whole scene looked utterly ridiculous. Jake didn't want Seth touching Emmett, or Emmett touching Seth, and Emmett felt the same way about Jake, while Seth didn't want the doms touching each other. He was worried about them fighting. In a moment of clarity Jacob started laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. Why did he care if Emmet was trying to put the moves on his boyfriend? He trusted Seth and knew that nothing would come out of this. The slave saw his master laughing and relaxed. Jacob's laughter was contagious and in no time Seth's laughter filled the room. Emmet followed their lead and started laughing also; this immediately made the master stop and sternly tell the visitor to shut up. The moment was lost and Jake dragged Seth away and pushed the pup to the floor before sitting on the sofa right behind him.

"To answer your question I'm the master." Stated Jacob calmly even though he knew that if there was one real master in that room that would be Seth. Proof of it was that he had two alphas fighting over him. One that many would consider insignificant had two men willing to get on their knees and beg for his attention.

"That's good to know because in all honesty you act more like a bitch than a master." Uttered Emmet arrogantly.

"Seth, your friend here doesn't know the difference between a master and a slave. Show him who the submissive is." Seth was deeply hurt by this but pushing his feelings aside knelt, turned so he faced his master and went for his crotch.

Jacob was appalled, that was not what he meant at all. "Sub stop being such a slut, have you no shame?" The softness on the master's voice as he scolded his submissive didn't go unnoticed by Emmet. Seth sat back down, this time with his side toward his master. That way he could look both at Jake and at Emmet. He was trying to make sense of the situation but it was very confusing.

"Seth lift your shirt." Ordered Jacob. His voice was low, his tone taunting as he slowly enunciated each word.

The submissive slowly lifted his shirt until he revealed his master's initials branded on his chest. Emmet's eyes widened as his stomach sank at the sight before him. The red scars on the slave's chest mocking him, letting him know he had been incapable of protecting the one he loved. Jacob relaxed on the sofa and smugly looked at the other dominant's horrified expression. What neither man knew was that the master's attitude was nothing but a front. His stomach churned as bile rose to his mouth because he was so sickened by what he had done to his mate.

Still he boasted. "Emmet my friend, tell me, can you point to the bitch now?" The visitor shook his head from side to side trying to disperse the images of what he just witnessed but it was to no avail.

Seth felt humiliated, yet when his shirt went back down he felt his master's hands caressing his back. In his head he knew Jake meant no harm, but in his heart he felt that once more he had to pay because of the needs of the dominants. He was stuck in the middle of a pissing match of the worst kind, between two volatile alphas.

Emmet couldn't stand being in Jacob's presence anymore and stormed out of the room but not before threatening the alpha. "You took what should've been mine a long time ago. Watch your back, you are not infallible. You'll fall and when you do I'll make sure to be there to claim what is destined for me. Maybe the spirits will grant me the pleasure of striking you down myself."

Seth knew his friend meant well but his words still infuriated him. He didn't take kindly to anyone threatening his mate. "My loyalty lies with my master alone. If his life is unjustly stolen from this world I would never voluntarily lay with whoever caused his demise. You will have to force me, you'll turn into what you claim to abhor". Emmet was shocked and hurt by Seth's statement, but even then didn't blame him.

The door was slammed so hard that it almost came off its hinges. Jacob's heart swelled in his chest when he heard his submissive's words. Still he felt undeserving of such loyalty and love. Seth walked past his lover without turning to look at him. He hid in his bathroom and slid along the wall until his behind hit the cold tile floor. Two silent tears fell on the ground an instant before a quiet sob escaped his lips. Seth brought his knees to his chest and buried his face between them. The flood gates opened, making his shoulders shake with louder and harsher sobs. Jacob had been listening behind the door; his heart ached with the knowledge than he caused those tears. In his eagerness to demonstrate his superiority he failed to take into account Seth's feelings.

The master couldn't wait outside the bathroom any longer and pushing the door open slipped inside and sat beside the submissive. "I'm sorry; I'm a selfish idiot and hurt you again." The result of Jacob's apology was that Seth's tears became a constant waterfall. The submissive didn't even fight when his master picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bed.

Jacob rocked Seth in his arms as he sobbed against his chest very much like the first time he broke down when they visited his house. Jacob glided his fingers softly on the slave's back while cooing him. The master held on to the submissive until his sobs became nothing more than sniffles. Only then Seth pulled back to look at his master ruefully. "I'm sorry Jake; let me get you another shirt. I got this one all wet."

"Baby do you think I give a damn about my shirt? I don't want to find out how many times I'll mess up before you decide I'm not worth your tears. I'm trying baby, I love you so much but can't seem to do anything right. Please know that it was not my intention to humiliate you. I just got jealous and lost my cool, first Embry and now Emmet, I'm going to start hating any name starting with the letter E." Jake's comment made Seth chuckle. "How do you feel? Want to punch me? Hit me in the nuts?"

"No Jake, now I just feel tired." As he finished the sentence Seth let out a wide yawn.

"Lie down angel, this was too intense. It's past noon; I'll wake you up in a couple of hours." Seth did as instructed and in matter of minutes he was dead to the world. Jake sat next to him until he was sure the submissive was sleeping soundly.

After exiting the room Emmet ran to the end of the hallway and down the stairs barely having time to step outside before he exploded into his wolf. The breeze on his fur and the dull ache on his muscles were surprisingly soothing. Emmet returned to the manor after he was calm enough to phase back. One of his companions handed him some pants, he took them but rejected the shirt. As it was he felt like he was burning up. "So Emmet, did you get to talk to your friend?"

"Yes I talked to him; he didn't know anything about the aftermath of his death. I was planning to go back without even considering William's request but I'm having second thoughts. I need to keep tabs on Seth; if anything happens to him I'll know exactly who to kill and where to find him. I'll give this alliance a chance." When he was done saying this his stomach grumbled loudly.

"Come brother, the cook here is not half bad." The small group entered the kitchen where Edward was already making preparations for dinner.

Emmet plopped his oversize body on one of the stools by the island, his face turned toward the window and his gaze lost. "What's your problem?" Asked Edward. Emmet didn't answer; he was tense and wary around Edward since he sensed the alpha in him.

"The submissive owned by Black is an old friend." Answered one of Emmet's friends.

"That motherfucker has his claws so deep in him. It's like he brainwashed him." Grumbled Emmet.

"Brother he is not brainwashed, he is probably afraid. These men are divested of everything. They can't even think for themselves. Don't hold it against him, if by a chance of destiny he is ever free I know he will seek you." One of Emmet's friends tried to comfort him while the other looked as forlorn as Emmet himself.

"I hear you brother, I'm fucking frustrated. I could make him so happy, but it pisses me off that I'll never get a chance to prove myself to him." He slammed his fist on the granite countertop. "He needs a real man like me." As he said this Emmet poked his own chest with two fingers.

"Good luck with that, not even death will keep those two apart." Edward's mouth seemed to move faster than his brain. He needed to get the foot out of his mouth. "You said so yourself, if Jake has his claws so deep in him he will never let him out of his sight."

Emmet stopped paying attention to anybody and once again seemed to be lost in thought. "He was always so beautiful, still is. There is no submissive more perfect than him." Emmet's words didn't escape anyone in the kitchen, especially Edward.

"Oh shut up, get over it Seth will stay here and there is nothing you can do to change that. Anyway Embry is far more beautiful than Seth could ever be." Huffed Edward in annoyance before stomping out of the kitchen. After Edward disappeared over the threshold the wolves exchanged strange looks asking themselves who the hell was Embry.

Jacob didn't have the heart to wake up his submissive and tried to get some work done, tried being the operative word. He was close to hyperventilating every time his mind took him back to the same thought. Could he do it? He felt like he was being watched and when he raised his eyes he saw Seth standing timidly by the door to his office. "Did I wake you?"

"No you didn't, I'm just hungry that's all." Answered Seth.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. Before we go to the kitchen I need to inform you of something." Jake breathed deeply to calm himself before continuing. He waved his hand for the submissive to get closer. Seth stood before his master who took his small hands in his own and kissed them before speaking. "I can't continue hurting you. I'm not stupid, I don't deserve you but more importantly you don't deserve an asshole like me by your side. You need a good man that will love you unconditionally and doesn't have the history I do."

"What are you saying Jake?" Asked Seth worried. He had never seen such a distraught expression on his master's face.

"I'm saying that I have to do the right thing. I'm going to sign you off to Emmet." Jacob could kick himself when his voice cracked. "He cares about you a great deal and I'm convinced he will never hurt you the way I have and continue to do."

"You don't want me?" Seth's face contorted in pain, the self-hatred rearing its ugly head and convincing him he was being rejected because of what he was.

"Damn it Seth how can you say that? I love you with all my heart. I've been agonizing over this decision but I know it's the right one. All I've given you is pain and grief. From the first time you entered this hellhole of a house all I've done is make you miserable. Go get what you're bringing with you while I finalize the documents." Jacob wiped several angry tears that were gliding down his cheeks. He turned to look out the window while he calmed down. Thinking that Jacob was done Seth left the office with tears streaming down his face again.

The hours passed and the light outside was replaced by darkness. Jacob still hadn't moved from his chair, every time he convinced himself to go talk to Emmet he just sat back down again. He decided to bite the bullet but before leaving the room he wanted to say goodbye to the love of his life. Seth was his reason for living, without him his life would be nothing but a sequence of hours and days. But he couldn't be selfish; he had to do what was best for the pup. Looking around the dark room he found the submissive sitting on the floor by his chain with a small bundle on his lap. He sauntered to where the slave sat and knelt before him.

"Master I want you to have cookie, he is a good doggie and deserves a good master." Seth extended a trembling arm that held a small stuffed puppy to Jacob who unable to do anything due to the immense pain in his spirit didn't grab it. He could only think how young Seth sounded and felt repulsed with himself for soiling such a gentle and innocent creature. "Please take him, please Jake." The submissive's voice sounded utterly despondent as he begged his master.

Jacob's walls came crashing down and placing his arms around the submissive's small waist he wept with his head on his lap. Seth ran his fingers on his master's locks trying to take in and memorize everything about him. "Jake I don't see the point to this. It's making us both miserable. Please let me stay." Whispered the pup.

Jacob sat up rubbing his eyes with his hands trying to coax the tears to stop flowing. "Puppy why do you want to stay with me? One thing I admire about you is how selfless you are. Let me be good, let me be selfless too."

"You're good, don't you see? We complement each other. Like two parts of a whole. You say all you've given me is pain and grief, but you're mistaken. Aside from Leah I had never been loved and now you make me feel loved every second of every day. You act like the sun rises and sets with me. Not only that, I have friends and protectors. Even a father in law that acts more like a father than my own ever did." The submissive pleaded with his eyes when his voice failed him.

"Baby you mean that?" Seth nodded while a small smile crept on his lips. Jacob stood up and extended his hand to the slave to help him up. "Let's put your things back where they belong. I need to get some food into you. You were hungry earlier, by now you must be famished especially since you have been eating us out of house and home." The slave eagerly took his master's hand but instead of walking he flung himself to the alpha's arms. Jacob spun him around before warm soft lips found each other. That was the way they needed to be, in a world of uncertainty they needed their friendship, their company and their love to keep them alive.

The next morning found the two lovers fused in an embrace, their naked bodies an ode to their dreams and hopes. Seth tried to escape Jake's vice like grip but every time he tried he was held back in place by the thoroughly amused and giggling alpha. That afternoon the Canadian packs said their farewells and left with the promise of coming back the instant they were needed. With Emmet accepting the alliance the other pack felt inclined to trust the Blacks. They were the first step. Billy hoped his plan would have a domino effect, adding allies every day.

There was a knock on the door and Billy's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. "Son it's me, can I come in? I'm alone." Billy heard the click as the door was unlocked.

"What's up dad?" Whispered Jacob.

"Why are you whispering?" Jacob's gaze moved to the bed where his submissive lied sleeping soundly. Billy frowned as he detected a strong smell of sex coming from the room. "I see, son you're still being good to him right?" His gaze moving slowly from the submissive to his son.

"Dad he's sleeping on our bed, what do you think? Yes, we did make love since I know that's what you're implying but I didn't force him. He enjoys it, actually he demands it. He likes sex now more than ever." Jake's soft gaze landed on the sleeping form of his lover.

"What do you mean with now more than ever?"

"For the last week it's like all he wants to do is eat, sleep and fuck. I swear he is a bigger horn dog than I am."

"Son I really don't need to know about your sex life. Can we keep a few things a mystery?" Father and son chuckled at Billy's comment. "Ok what did I come here for? Oh yes the Canadian packs accepted the alliance. Now we have fifteen more wolves including two alphas. Emmet was the essential piece in this puzzle. In an effort to keep an eye on you and Seth he insisted on making the alliance happen. They were even willing to overlook the fact that we're slave masters. Also I want to give you this." Billy handed his son a silver key.

"What does this key open?" Asked Jacob while he studied the object.

"The collars, not only Seth's but all of them. It's a master key."

"This is great; I'll give it to Seth. If he needs to phase to protect himself he can open his own collar. This will help me sleep better at night. My puppy's safety is what matters the most." Billy placed his hand on Jacob's shoulder and squeezed lightly. He was so happy for his son that he was afraid. He feared that at any moment anything or anyone would take their happiness away. His son came back, like the prodigal son he found his way back home. The only difference being that Jacob didn't need to wander around lost. He had a beacon that guided him back.

"I'll go now so you can get back to… whatever." After kissing his son's forehead Billy exited the room, leaving the two lovers alone once more.

The next day Jacob was needed in one of the closest outposts, since he refused to spend the night away from his pup he left the house before sunup. After his shift in the kitchen ended Seth was ushered back to the room. Later in the afternoon a knock on the door and a friendly voice caught his attention. "Hey Quil what are you doing here?"

"Jake asked me to come check on you. He is worried because you felt warm this morning and he is afraid you might be sick."

"He worries too much. I'm fine, I may be a runt but I'm still a wolf, we don't get sick. What makes him think there is something wrong with me?" Quil took a breath to answer but instead their surrounding seemed to change as he quietly stared at the slave. The dominant was almost panting, the scent of his arousal reaching Seth and confusing him immensely. "Quil what's wrong?" Seth took one step back and Quil took one step forward. The submissive gasped when he saw his friend's eyes. Instead of the usual brown with golden flecks they were black as the darkest night. Quil's wolf was staring at Seth; its gaze burning the submissive's skin.

"Seth I don't know what the hell is going on with you but you smell absolutely mouthwatering." The slave gasped when he saw Quil do something completely uncharacteristic. He grabbed his crotch and began stroking himself over his clothes. Seth looked around planning his escape in case Quil had gone mental.

Quil walked in the submissive's direction. The scent of the dominant's arousal permeated in the room as he dangerously approached the slave. "Please stop, it's me, Seth. You don't want to do this; I know you don't hurt submissives. Please Quil you've never hurt a slave; don't make me the first one." Pleaded the slave.

"I'm trying but your aroma is like the strongest aphrodisiac." Quil was mere inches from the submissive when a hint of reasoning made him change course and run outside of the room. He slammed the door with all his strength before he leaned against it as he slid to the floor. Without caring who might see him Quil opened his zipper, took his member out and proceeded to stroke it a few times before he came all over his hand. Even after cumming the desire was still intact, he struggled to stay outside the room when all he wanted to do was run inside and bury himself inside Seth's incredible heat. He hated himself for even allowing that thought to be in his head. He couldn't help it; this was something strange and unexpected.

Luckily for all of them Quil was able to regain control over his body before Jacob got there. When he saw the alpha walking in his direction he felt a combination of relief and joy. "Jake thank goodness you're here. There is something strange going on with Seth. His scent is very different; I don't know how to explain it. One whiff and all I wanted was to… do stuff to him." Quil tried to put it mildly; he wanted to fuck the slave, to pound him into the closest flat surface. To bathe his insides with his seed. In a way he felt nature was ordering him to do this.

Before Quil could finish the thought he felt as his windpipe was being squeezed. He knew he was in serious trouble when he looked at his alpha. His face was one of pure rage. "You didn't!" Hissed Jacob.

Quil struggled to speak; he couldn't breathe and was afraid his friend would snap his neck at any moment. At that moment the door was opened and a scared looking submissive peeked out. "Master he didn't touch me, please let him go." Begged Seth. Quil slumped to the floor as he inhaled lungful after lungful of air.

After Quil had regained his normal coloring and the redness on his neck had vanished, the dominant was pulled to his feet by his alpha. Jacob looked at his friend apologetically but he knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat. No person walking the face of the earth was more important than his submissive. The dominants followed Seth into the room with Quil remaining by the door trying to stay as far away as possible from the slave as he could. Once inside the room Jacob understood what his friend meant. Seth looked flushed and his skin was warmer than ever. The pink tint on his cheeks making him look even more beautiful. His scent was deliciously intoxicating. Everything about the slave screamed sex and the alpha wanted to give it to him. As hard and as many time as his small body could take it. In this instance Seth was not left in the sidelines, he was right there with the dominants. He hadn't said anything because he didn't want to worry his boyfriend but he had been feeling consumed with lust in the past week. Only when this new appetite was sated he felt like he could breathe again. He didn't know if life caught up with him and his past traumas were coming back to haunt him. He doubted that though, it was more a physical need than a psychological one. Seth did feel guilty as part of him wanted Quil to take advantage of him. His mind knew it was wrong, he loved Jacob more than he loved himself. But his body had a mind of its own and it was ordering the submissive to surrender to a dominant.

"Jake if he affected me so much imagine what would happen with any other wolf. Please until we figure out what's going on with him keep him away from here. Take him out of the house before the guys start sniffing around." Even though Quil was at risk of losing his life at the hands of the alpha he still cared about him a great deal. But it was nothing when compared to what he felt for the submissive. Every time he looked at the slave it gave him hope that somewhere his brother would be alive and well.

"I'll do that and I'm sorry for before. I surprised even myself with my reaction. Maybe this is what love does to you, it makes you insane." The three friends chuckled at Jacob's comment. The master wasn't sure if he had admitted his feelings toward Seth to anyone. In any case at least his friends needed to know he was in love for the first time in his life.

"Jake I suggest you leave through one of the back doors, it's less likely you'll bump into somebody there. I think the cabin will be safe enough for you two. I'll escort you to help out in case there is trouble. " Quil chocked moan put in evidence the extent of the effect Seth was having on him. Even after coming once he was hard and leaking pre-cum that formed a small wet spot on his pants. Jacob couldn't blame him though; his own pants had become increasingly uncomfortable. Just the slight friction of the pants had him on the verge of an orgasm. Seth was tense and flustered; his body was demanding the dominant. Since Jake was in the room all desire for Quil had been substituted with raw animal need for his boyfriend. Whatever he had been feeling for Quil increased tenfold when it came to his master.

"Jake." Seth couldn't continue, the words got stuck in his throat. The aroma of his arousal enveloped the dominants making them both crazy with lust. Jake couldn't help himself and approached Seth who looked at him through half lidded eyes. Not caring about the fact that they had company the master cupped the slave's behind eliciting an erotic growl from the sub.

The hearts of the three men in the room raced, thudding hard against their chests. The heat radiating from Seth's body threatened to burn the dominants to their core. The slave smoothed his hand over the overheated bicep of his lover. He guided one of Jake's until it rested on his clothed erection. The alpha only had to stroke him a couple of times before the submissive gasped and shivered in delight.

"Jake, I need more." Seth's voice was a guttural sexy purr that enticed the dominants even more. The submissive was a tornado of lust, desire, need and soul-mending love. This was a dream come true for Jacob. His lover was enjoying and demanding sex, who could complain of something like this?

"And that I shall give you, but let's get out of here, poor Quil is about to have a heart attack." The trio hastily left the room and shifted once they were outside. They ran away from the house as fast as they could, grateful that there was no wind that could carry Seth's scent. Neither one of them understood what was going on. They feared this would be a test of their friendship and love, but especially of the strength of their bond.