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                                       The drive back to Portland had been crazy. 

Crazy from the start, really. And it had only gotten worse as we continued the long drive back home. It started with Stella and Jeremy screaming at one another, and then me screaming at Liam when he decided he would have to stitch up the deep cuts in my leg. 

When we pulled up to a gas station so Liam could retrieve the supplies that he needed to patch me up with, I had meekly tried to escape out of the van. Only resulting in Jeremy having to yank me back  into the car and Stella snickering in my face the whole, claiming I was being childish and that it was only a few stitches. Immediately, I commanded her to shut up and continued on trying to escape my fate. 

Eventually, once Liam came out with a bag full of supplies, they managed to get situated back into the van. Though it was obviously against my free will.

Jeremy had to hold me down as Liam threaded a freaking needle through my skin. And so I was forced to lay back and merely squirm in pain. 

And once Liam was done stitching me up, I discovered the torture I was enduring wasn't over. He had fetched a bottle of Peroxide from the gas station for my ankle. And I had squealed in pain once he poured it over my wound.

Seriously, I was making some sounds that weren't even human. Then again, I'm not exactly human. But still, it hurt. 

After putting me through hell, Liam finally let me get some sleep. Though my nap only lasted so long before Jeremy and Stella started screaming again. This time they weren't even legibly fighting over a specific reason or whatever. They were simply bickering and picking out one another's flaws. And it gave me the worst headache ever.

If I didn't have a bad leg, I would have leaped over my seat and pounded their faces in until they decided to shut up.

But I couldn't, as I've said before. So I laid back and endured it. Just how I had endured Liam torturing me.

We didn't reach Portland until it was 6 AM. And by then, everyone was grumpy and tired and pissed off at each other for no reason. 

When he reached Liam's cabin, Stella had stormed to the guest room - the room I had been confined to after my unfortunate run in with the Purgatory - and locked the door, even after Jeremy had called dibs.

Jeremy was pissed at her. He had stood outside her door, yelling insults and comebacks I had never heard before. And since Stella had screwed him over, he decided to screw Liam and I over by taking the only room left for himself.

And before Liam and I could even react, he had slammed the door shut and locked the door just like Stella had. 

So Liam and I got stuck with the lumpy couch.

It sucked, pretty much. I just ended up sleeping on Liam once we he laid down on the couch. Though Liam didn't seem to mind much. He simply draped a blanket over us and he was out like a light.

I had stayed up a little longer, unlike Liam, Jeremy, and Stella. It was because I was too engrossed in my thoughts and how exactly I was going to explain to Liam that I had left my pack and how I had declared war on them. Or the fact that Anna had died.

Once the thought of Anna filled my mind, I couldn't shake it off. Not even once I managed to fall asleep. 

I dreamed about her. Though it was nothing horrifying or repulsive or whatever. It was more taunting then anything. Because in my dreams, Anna looked happy and alive and it pained me to think how I might have caused her death.

I suddenly felt like the biggest hyprocite in the world. I had always been one of those people who preached for people not to blame their selves for every bad thing that happened in their life, but here I am, blaming myself for every little bad thing that happened over the last several months.

But when you really thought about it, I kinda did cause these bad events to happen. All the problems that occurred in the previous months had revolved around me refusing to mate with Adam. And the consciousness I faced from it.

There was only one problem that I hadn't caused. And that was Tara.

Okay, maybe it was a little rude of me to refer to her as a problem, but I couldn't help it. Even though Tara was evidently harmless and kind and overall freaking perfect, that didn't necessarily mean I was fond of her.

I admit, she had changed my father for the better, but it hurt to know some random woman who had walked into his life one day had changed his ways. She made him better, while I couldn't. Then again, I never really tried to help him. If anything, I brought him down. Tara is better and way more supportive then I ever was. And it sucked to really accept that fact. 

And there I went, being a hyprocite again. Getting mad over the fact some chick had walked into my dad's life and made him a better person. Because, in reality, that's what happened with Liam.

He had walked into my life one day. Quite literally, actually. Just like the way Tara did. And he had  made me somewhat of a better person. He had helped me when it came to me dealing with my trust issues and ultimately teaching me to stop running away from my problems. As corny and cliche as it sounded, he showed me that it was okay to let someone in.

And Tara was just showing that to my father as well. She was showing him it was okay to love again. And it was working, clearly. Because my dad was happier then ever and I didn't want to bring him down from that. Not again.

Sure, Tara wasn't and surely would never be my mom, but he deserved to be happy. If he wanted to go run off with her, then I guess now was the best time to do it. In my mind, as much as I hated to think about it, I could image them getting married. Perhaps see my dad having another child. One that wouldn't come out as messed up as me.

And that would mean I would have a half-brother or half-sister. I don't cringe or push the thought away, though. I simply reflect on the fact that if they did get married and have a kid, that I wouldn't be apart of their life. Then again, after my mother's death, I had never really been involved in my dad's life. Nor had he been involved in mine.

I had kicked him to the curb just like he had done to me. I couldn't be mad at him. I couldn't blame him or anything. He didn't deserve me screaming at him or just overall silently loathing him. He didn't deserve my feeble anger. And neither did Anna.

At that moment, I made a mental note to speak to my father about it. That is, if I ever managed to catch him straying out of pack territory. Most likely, I would. And I'd grasp that opportunity and tell him I'm sorry. It might be the last time I see him before the whole fight between Beckett's pack and me went down. It was time I faced another fear of mine. And that was finally being able to talk to my father honestly.

And it isn't long after that my dreams slowly morph from Anna to my dad and to my mom. But just like with Anna, the dream isn't neccassirly bad. Nor is it good. Mainly because just seeing her smiling face in my dreams are painful. A painful memory that I've tried to suppress for so long. But it's just another fear I have to face.

That's when my body finally decides to wake up. And I'm slightly relieved when the image of her disappears and I'm left to stare up at the ceiling of Liam's cabin.

I remain like that for a while, until I finally decide I've had enough of laying around and slide off from the couch and Liam. Somehow, with my amazing ninja skills, I manage to get up without waking Liam.

Even though my leg is throbbing and I can't really apply pressure down onto my ankle, I still limp to my duffel bag that I somehow reminded Liam to bring in. I fetch myself a pair of jean shorts and an over sized sweater, along with my other essentials.

I take a bath, simply enjoying resting in the warm and washing away all the impurties of yesterday. Such as dried blood and dirt that has somehow caked itself into my hair.

Once I'm done, I dry off and throw on my clothes as well as my combat boots. I re-braid my hair and then slither into the kitchen, where I work with what Liam has in his fridge.

Which is relatively nothing, really. All he has is eggs and bacon and tea. And then some other old musty jar of pickles I thought Liam threw out. But hey, at least he has breakfast food stocked away.

I make as little noise as I can, but eventually, I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around, expecting to find Liam but inside I find myself staring right back at Jeremy, who flashes me a sleepy grin.

"I smelt food," He says simply. It's enough to make me crack a smile right back at him.

"I should have figured," I reply and with a sigh, I shove the plate of food that was intended to be for me to him. But luckily, I made another plate for Liam, so-

"Who's making food?" Stella's voice rings out and before I know what's happening, the other plate of food is jacked from me and I can't really object to it, since by the time I realize what has just happened, she's already scarfing down the breakfast I made for Liam and myself.

"That wasn't for you," I grit out, glaring at the small girl as she smugly smiles at me.

"Oh, so this was for you and pretty boy over there, eh?" She casts a glance over at a still sleeping Liam, "I would say sorry, but I'm really not."

Instead of starting a fight with her, I merely huff and begin to crack a few more eggs. It's way too early to start screaming at one another, anyway.

Though Jeremy and Stella obviously disagree with me on that. Since they immediately begin to bicker and it isn't long that Liam wakes up from it.

"Do you two ever shut up?" Liam groans and I watch as he slowly pushes himself up from the couch, stretching as he does so.

It's like my eyes have a mind of their own because immediately, I'm following his every action. Just watching the muscles in his back ripple as well as his chest. And man, how hadn't I realized that he had taken off his chest during the night?

"No," Stella replies with a scoff and then her eyes flicker over to me. "And you might want to put on a shirt, pretty boy. You might give Ronnie a heart attack over here."

For some reason, at this mere comment, the blood rushes to my cheeks and I force my eyes to stop inspecting the deep V that disappears into his jeans. 

I hear Jeremy laugh at my embarrassment and so does Liam. It isn't long that I feel his presence behind him.

He wraps his arms about my waist, pressing my back to his chest as he bends down to my height and nestles his head into my neck. He presses a gentle kiss to the base of my throat, making me shiver.

"You guys me sick," Stella shudders in disgust at our act of affection, while Jeremy rolls his eyes.

"Jealous, Stella?" He taunts, causing Stella to glower at him.

"No, why would I be jealous?"

"Because you have no one to be mushy and romantic with," Jeremy says. He beams at her. "But don't worry, you'll always have me."

Stella scowls at him, "That doesn't make me feel better at all."

"At least you'll have your hundreds of cats to keep you company once you get older, Stella." I comment with a smirk.

Stella hisses at me. "Now I really wish you turned out to be fake."

"Turned out to be fake? What?" Liam questions from behind him. Stella opens her mouth to answer him, but I quickly intervene.

"Eat now. Questions later." I shove the plate of food towards him along with his mug. He raises a brow at me.

"Are you sure it's safe to eat?"

I furrow my brows at him, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because those eggs and bacon have been sitting in that fridge long before I even got here." He says. Immediately, I hear Stella and Jeremy choking on their food.

"Gross!" Stella shrieks, running off to the bathroom to spit out the food. As well as Jeremy that runs after her, fighting his way into the bathroom along with Stella. She screams at him and attempts to shove him, but Jeremy prevails and pushes her to the ground. Only resulting in Stella to grip onto his ankle and scream possibly louder.

Despite the urge to laugh, I detach myself from Liam and turn to face him. "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me? That could have been ages old and I-"

I'm cut off when Liam suddenly begins to laugh over Jeremy and Stella's screaming and gagging. He laughs so hard that he can barely choke out his next sentence, "What idiots!" He gasps between breathes, "They fell for it!"

"Wait, so it was a joke?" I ask, confusion clearly plastered across my features. Liam nods, still laughing.

I shake my head at him, but laugh along softly, all the while watching as Jeremy and Stella fight over the bathroom. 

Can't say they didn't have it coming, I think and with that, I turn and walk off.

                                              It isn't long after that night falls and we can no longer avoid the inevitable conversation that is bound to come.

We get as comfortable as possible, settling around the fire that Liam lit in the fireplace. Shortly after doing so, Stella pulls up another chair from one of the room's and takes a seat beside the couch. Jeremy, Liam, and I sit on the couch. 

"So, does anyone want to tell me what Stella meant earlier?" Liam breaks the silence, his vivid green eyes flickering between Stella, Jeremy, and me. 

Stella's the one who decides to do the talking, thankfully. "Jeremy and I ran into Ronnie in town," Stella begins slowly, her dark eyes meeting mine. "She was stupid enough to follow me into an alley-"

I cut her off, "I wasn't stupid, I was curious."

She sneers at me, "You didn't let me finish."

"That's because you-" I start to say, but Jeremy annoyingly cuts me off, just like I did to Stella a minute ago.

"Basically, the point is, we ran into Ronnie and kinda had a little fight with her at first-" This time, it's Liam's turn to interrupt. Oh joy.

"A little fight with her? What?" Liam hisses. Jeremy shrugs innocently.

"It was a simple little disagreement, but then we got to talking and we figured out who she was, so we backed off."

I scoff, "Yeah, after I warned you that Liam would be angry if you killed me."

Liam's eyes widen and so does Jeremy's. "Ronnie!" He shrieks, his voice taking on a higher octave. "Shush!"

"What the fuck did you guys do to her?" Liam snarls.

"Nothing!" Jeremy replies quickly. 

"You're lying," I say in a sing-song voice. "After Stella was done trying to punch me, Jeremy pinned me to a wall with a knife pointed at me. I felt threatened and frankly, very scared. I mean, I did nothing to them."

"Now you're the liar!" Stella snaps. "You're the one who forced us to bring you with us to find Liam!"

Liam turns to me, his eyes narrowing. "You forced them to take you to Riverwood? Are you crazy?"

"Don't turn this on me," I say, glaring right back at him. "I did it because I was concerned about you. And you didn't exactly warn me about these two nut cases, anyway."

Jeremy gasps, obviously offended. "I am not a nut case! If anyone of us is really crazy, It's Stella! She tried to murder me in my sleep!"

"Lies! You all tell lies!" Stella hisses, pointing an accusing finger at all of us.

"Shut up, Voldermort!" Jeremy snaps back. Stella looks ready to attack.

"As I've said before, at least I'm not that annoying ginger kid!" Stella shouts, "I swear, if you don't shut up with that stupid little insult, I'll murder you!"

"Then stop cussing us off in snake language," I taunt, only making Stella angrier. Of course, this causes her to throw some insults at me and I immediately start screeching them back at her. Calling her evil, and Voldermort, and somehow through our fighting Jeremy begins to point at Stella, yelling random Harry Potter spells. Which makes Stella screech at him to stop. 

Basically, the agruement goes like this:

Stella: "Shut up, Ronnie! You don't know anything, you tall freak!"

Me: "I'm not that tall, you're just that freakishly short, you shouldn't be Voldermort, you should be that nasty little creature thing from The Hobbit!"

Jeremy: "Avada Kedavra!"

Stella: "I don't even know who you're talking about! And stop being an idiot, Jeremy!"

Me: "That nasty little creature! What's his name? Gollum! His name's Gollum! And that's you!"

"Crucio!" Jeremy cries, "Die, Voldermort, die!"

And that's when Liam decides to stop the madness. "Guys, stop!" He yells, in somewhat of an alpha tone of voice. But nonetheless, Jeremy, Stella, and I fall silent as we all silently sulk at our argument ending. "You are ridiculous! And frankly, I have no idea what you're talking about. Gollum? Voldermort? What?"

"It's kinda an inside joke," Jeremy mutters sheepishly. "You wouldn't get it."

Liam chooses ignore Jeremy's comment, "Guys, this isn't a joke. With the Purgatory looming closer and Ronnie being forced to mate with Adam-"

"Wait, mate with who?" Stella, genuinely confused now rather then angry.

"Adam Beckett," Liam repeats with annoyance plastered on his features. "He's some annoying little fuck who-"

I cut him off, "Who I'm no longer to be mated to."

Liam turns to me slowly, raising a brow, though he doesn't seem to displeased at my comment. "And why's that?"

"I left the pack," I say bluntly. "But I'll explain it more later. When we're alone."

Liam nods, obviously understanding I don't want to speak about it in front of Jeremy and Stella, but like always, Stella has to comment on whatever I say. "You might as well say whatever you want to say to Liam in front of us. It would help me figure out why exactly the Purgatory are going after you, Liam, and your pack."

My eyes flickers to Stella's, my eyebrows furrowing. "How do you know that they're coming after us?"

She smirks, "I have my sources."

"Like who?" I question, "The Purgatory themselves? I would think so. You reek of them."

Stella let's out a dry laugh, "And here I thought you wouldn't notice. I should've given you more credit."

"Enough with the jokes," I snap. "What are you doing hanging around the Purgatory? And more importantly, why are you hanging around Liam?"

I see Liam smirk out of the corner of my eye. Stella smirks as well. "Possessive, aren't we?" She muses. Her dark eyes slither over to Liam. "Don't worry, Ronnie. Stupid isn't my type," She says. "And it's simple how I get facts out of the Purgatory, I'm apart of them."

"What?" I screech, whipping around to look at Liam. Though he doesn't seem freaked out about what Stella's said or anything. He remains seated, his arms folded behind his head as he remains sitting shirtless. I glare at him, despite the urge to stare at his broad chest. "Did you know about this?"

His cool and collected gaze slides over to me, "Maybe."

"Maybe? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't know about Stella," He replies. "Nor about Jeremy. So I never mentioned anything."

"Yeah, which I'm really hurt about that, Liam." Jeremy pouts. "I thought we shared something special."

Liam rolls his eyes at him, all the while I'm freaking out. "Why the heck is a Purgatory member sitting in our living room? You hate the Purgatory!"

Liam smirks, "Our living room?"

I shake my head at him, letting out a scoff. "This isn't a joke anymore," I say and turn towards Stella. "If you're apart of the Purgatory, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I joined them for a reason," She replies. "It's not that I actually wanted to apart of their little group. Why would I want to be apart of a group that took everyone I ever loved away from me?" 

And suddenly, the room is quiet. Quiet and quite awkward. No one even dares to make a smart remark after that. Not even Jeremy. The goofy smile is wiped off his face and he now remains serious. I don't know what to say. And she doesn't give me much time to really think about what she's said.

I glance to Liam and he looks emotionless as he stares at Stella. She glances at him and he shakes his head, as if they're having their own little private conversation.

Her ominous eyes flicker back to me, "Bottom line, just know I am not the enemy. The Purgatory are. And they're planning something big. When? It could happen any day. They haven't told me anything yet," Stella says, breaking the silence. "I think they suspect I'm no longer loyal. Even after I worked months to prove to them I was just as strong as any one of them."

"They're specifically going after Beckett, right?" Liam gruffly asks. Stella nods stiffly.

"Yes," She answers. "They're deciding to break the treaty. They're pissed off and in result, they're going to take more fathers and mothers away from their children. And vice versa. But mainly, they're coming for you and Ronnie."

"Because of Liam killing two of their members?" I say, though I regret it once it comes out of my mouth because suddenly the image of Liam slaughtering that man in the woods appears in my mind. 

He did to protect me, I think quickly. Didn't he?

"What? No. Liam has a way longer history with the Purgatory. I mean, all of us do," She gestures between Jeremy, herself, and Liam. "But who wouldn't be after they k-"

"Stella, that's enough." Liam abruptly commands, cutting Stella off. Her eyebrows furrow at his sudden outburst.

"Doesn't she know a-"

"I said that's enough." Liam repeats and I watch as his jaw clenches tightly. "Don't speak about it."

"Why do you always hide things from me?" I ask and twist my body to face Liam. "It's like you don't want me to know anything about you, yet you want to know everything about me."

"Ronnie, we'll discuss this later. That's the end of the conversation for now." Liam declares and when I don't reply, he turns away from me, obviously thinking he's won this little argument.

I stand up and shake my head at him, "No! I'm not just gonna drop it! I'm so sick of you disappearing for days and not having any clue where you are! I'm so sick of you being so angry at the Purgatory and me not knowing why!"

"I'm doing it to protect you!" He shouts back, standing up too. 

"That's such bullshit!" I turn away from him, walking into the nearest bedroom and hearing Liam's angry footsteps behind me.

"How is that bullshit? I killed all those Purgatory dickheads for you! I did it to keep you safe!"

"If you're trying to protect me, then why do you leave me alone so many times? You disappear for days and I'm left to be worried sick about you. And I don't need you're protection, I'm fine without you."

"Now that's bullshit," He snarls and grips my arm, forcing me to look at him. Or well, look up at him. "Who was the one who protected you all those times? When the Purgatory tracked you down after the ball? That night in the woods? Me! I was there! Not fucking Adam."

I shake my head at him and attempt to pull my arm out of his tight grip, but it's useless. "What does Adam have to do with any of this? This has nothing to do with him."

"Yes it does," He argues, "I heard about how he wrote that stupid play about you and him. About your childhood. Are you sure you don't love him? I bet you want to be mated to him." He leans down, hissing accusations in my face.

"Are you so blinded by your jealously that you've forgotten how he blackmailed me to be with him?" I shoot back, "I don't want to be with Adam. I left the pack so I could stop being under his and his father's control and most importantly, I did it so I could be with you, idiot. I'm crazy about you and you obviously can't see that. Maybe you would if you were around more." 

"Again, I'm doing it to protect you," He repeats and then pauses for a minute or two. "And perhaps for my own selfish reasons, but that doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," I say. "It does matter. And it matters to Stella and Jeremy as well, obviously. What happened with the Purgatory? And how do you know those two people out there?"

"Leave me out of this! Jeremy is not to be involved in this!" I hear Jeremy faintly yell from the living room. Liam growls and peaks his head out the door, telling Jeremy to shut up and mind his own  business before slamming the door shut and locking it.

"Liam? Answer me," I demand angrily once he faces me again. His eyes have now taken on a darker tint at the seriousness of this conversation.

He doesn't reply. All he does is stare at the wall in silent rage.

I step forward and refuse to be ignored as I grip his arm, "Liam, listen to-"

"I don't like to talk about the death of my pack, just how you don't like to talk about your mom." He answers sullenly.

I let my grip on him slip. The death of his pack?

And then it hits me. Is this why Liam is so hell bent on killing the Purgatory? Because just like Stella, the Purgatory took his loved one's away from him? Had the Purgatory also killed his sister? His mom? His friends? His old life? Had they ripped away everything from him?

And without even having to ask, I know the answer is yes. I can tell just by the expression on his face. And the hurt in his eyes that he is so desperately trying to conceal.

I suddenly question why we are even screaming at one another. Liam's just returned from being at Riverwood, he's perfectly unharmed, and we should just be celebrating the fact I'm free from Beckett's grasp. But instead, we're screaming at one another like an old married couple. And on top of that, my ankle and leg are hurting like a bitch from running off so angrily.

Luckily, the stitches haven't come out or anything, but the pain is immense. Especially in my ankle. I take a seat on the bed, kicking off my boot and staring at the grossly swollen limb. I hear Liam exhale a cuss.

"You overworked yourself and now you're in pain," He says with a shake of my head. I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that much."

"Liar," He accuses and before I can say something back, he drags me up to the center of the bed. He leaves the room for  a second, only to return with an ice pack. He locks the door, despite Stella and Jeremy questioning him on what he's doing. 

He plops the ice bag on my swollen ankle, showing no remorse even when I hiss in pain at both the coldness and the impact of the bag.

"You never listen to me when I tell you to take it easy," He mutters. "Do you just like disobeying me?"

"I'm not a dog," I reply with a scoff. "I'm not just going to follow your every word."

"Technically, you are a dog." He retorts smartly, obviously referring to my werewolf-ness or whatever. I glower at him.

"Are you looking for another fight?"

He sighs and shakes his head. He meekly crawls over me, resting his forehead against mine. "No. No more fighting. I just got back and I don't want to scream at each other anymore."

I'm silent for a minute, staring up into his green eyes till I finally nod, silently agreeing with him. 

He places one hand on my neck, while the other rests softly on my cheek. It's only when I don't reply to his show of affection that he removes his hands from me before grabbing my arms and wrapping them around his neck. Once he's assured that I'm not going to remove my hands from him, he places his hands back where they were before.

He leans in slowly, his hot breath fanning over my parted lips as he lowers himself down onto me, though he makes sure to not apply all his weight on me.

Soon enough, every crevice of his body is pressed up against mine to a point where I can feel the warmth radiating off of him. And though I hate to admit, it's a pleasant feeling. And it makes my previous emotions of anger disappear, only to be replaced with affection.

I run one hand from the back of his neck to his bare chest while my other hand finds his hair. I tangle my fingers in his golden brown locks and pull him possibly closer to me, all the while I press myself up against him as well, wishing for no more space to be between us. It's been too long to where we can just enjoy being by ourselves. We haven't had a moment like this in a while. 

He leans down, brushing his lips to mine teasingly. I don't move. I'm too scared if I do he'll decide it'll be funny to pull away. So I sit still like a state as I silently yearn for him to kiss me.

He starts by pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, to my cheek, to my nose, to my forehead, and then he finally captures his lips with mine. It's starts off slow and gentle, but that quickly changes once I tug on his hair, making a growl rumble in his chest.

He applies more pressure, turning the soft and gentle kiss into a rough one that sends shivers down my spine and makes my toes curls.

I kiss him with just as much intensity, my hands traveling to the front of his chest and traveling down, feeling the muscle ripple under my hands.

He pull's away and allows me to catch my breath, but he robs me of that oppurtunity as his lips trail from mine down to my neck. 

He tugs my braid loose and then sweeps my hair behind my shoulder as he leans down to press a kiss at the hollow of my throat. Then his lips travel to where my neck meets my shoulder. He presses kisses to that stop for a reasonable amount of time and it isn't long after that I feel his teeth scrape against that same spot. He bites gently, but hard enough to a point that it'll leave a mark. Not a permit one like it will when he officially marks me, but one that will surely last a while. And I can't help but gasp at the sensation.

His lips travel back up to mine, though this time, the kiss has returned to being softer. He pulls away, his face hovering over mine as he stares me dead in the eye. And all I see in his expression is... love. As corny as it sounds.

"I missed you so much, princess." He whispers, his warm fingertips brushing across my cheekbone. 

"I missed you too," I respond honestly and I lean up, pressing my lips to his softly, hoping that I can convey the emotions that I feel towards him in that one, simple kiss. "You have no idea how worried I was."

"And you have no idea how much I thought about you while I was in Riverwood," He mumbles. "Seriously. All I could think about was how hot you looked in that batman underwear."

I laugh, shaking my head at him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack that night," I reply, reminiscing with the memory of Liam making me think he was a burglar. "I remember I kicked you... ahem, there."

"Yeah," He chuckles. "You almost killed the opportunity of getting to ride this ride." He gestures to his body while waggling his eyebrows. Again, I laugh and semi-playfully smack him in the arm.

"You're a pervert."

"You love it." He whispers and then asks, "What are we going to do, Ron? About Beckett?"

I sigh, tightening my grip in his hair. "I don't know," I state softly. "But we have time to figure it out, don't we?"

He nods, "Yeah. Right now, I just want to enjoy the fact that you're here. And that we're together."

"Well, aren't you romantic, Farley," I tease with a grin. Liam shakes his head at me, though a smile plays on his lips.

"Don't act like you don't throw cheesy lines at me either," He says and he begins to mock me, "'Oh, Liam, you're so strong and tough and manly. Oh, Liam, kiss me. Oh Liam, let me feel up on your'-"

I cut him off, "I've never said any of that! And I do not sound like that," I protest. "And if you even dare to complete that sentence, this time, I will make sure you will never get to ride-" I gesture to my body, "-this ride."

Liam laughs, "Fine, I'm sorry." And then he glances to the digital clock on the night stand and a frown takes over his features. "It's late. You should get some sleep."

"Fine, but get me something to sleep in."

Without moving from me, he leans over and grabs a shirt that was tucked away in the nightstand and then passes it to me. 

"I can't exactly change with you on top of me, you know."

"You can try," He teases with a smile. I roll my eyes but give him a shove, though he doesn't even budge. It's only till I glare at him till he moves and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his back facing me.

"Don't peek," I command swiftly. 

"It's not like I haven't seen your body before. Don't be so dramatic." 

"Still, have manners and don't peek." I repeat. Liam throws me a grumpy look over his shoulder and then nods.

I throw off my sweater and slide out of my jeans short as slow as possible, just to make sure I don't hit the stitches or my ankle. Once I've got both articles of my clothing off, I toss them to the flower and slide the T-shirt over my head and tug it down, not surprised when I find it fits me like a freaking dress.

"I'm done," I announce. "You can look."

He shifts in his seat, his eyes analyzing my body in his shirt. "Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?"

"Have I ever told you to shut up before I smack you?" I drawl and quickly slip under the comforters, tugging them up until they rest on my stomach.

"Yes, you have actually," He replies, appearing to be lost deep in thought. "Many times, really."

I roll my eyes at him and squirm down further into the sheets, resting my head on the plush pillow. Immediately, I begin to grow tired. 

I sigh contently, closing my eyes and re-opening them to find Liam staring at me. I smile at him gently. "What?"

"Nothing," He says and then leans closer to where his lips are inches from mine. "You're beautiful."

Instead of objecting, I simply press my lips to his and pull back, remarking softy. "You know I'd pick you any day over Adam, right?"

Hesitantly, he nods. A sarcastic smile breaks across his face. "Who wouldn't? I mean, have you seen this body?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm serious."

"I know you are," He retorts. "And I honestly believe you would pick me over Adam. Sometimes, my stupid jealousy clouds my judgement. It's because I can't bare the image of someone touching what's mine."

My breath halts in my throat at his last sentence. And as sick as it sounds, the sentence isn't repulsive to me, as it really should be. I mean, I wasn't a piece of property or whatever and maybe I should voice this to him, but I don't. For some crazy reason I don't want to object with him. Mainly because I know it's true. Even though he's a possessive ass, I am his. And that's all that mattered.

"Possessive, eh?" I taunt with a smile. "You know, I find it extremely sexy when you're possessive."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, princess." He growls and playfully nips at my neck, making me laugh.

"Shut up, you idiot. It wasn't dirty talk."

"You're right, it wasn't," He says with a nod. "It was simply the bluntly honest truth and to be bluntly honest as well, I think you look really sexy when you're mad and I kinda like it when you fight with me. Maybe we should fight more just to have crazy make out sessions afterwards?"

"Okay, now that's dirty talk, Mr. Farley."

"No, true dirty talk is me commenting that when you call me Mr. Farley, I think it's kinky."

I roll my eyes, "You ruined the moment."

"We were having a moment?" Liam feigns innocence and again, I smack him. Though harder this time.

"Feisty," He teases. "I like it."

"Okay, that's it, you're getting a kick to your baby maker."

"No! I'm sorry!" He says quickly, protectively covering himself. "It never did anything to you. Seriously, it hasn't. Yet."

I glower at him, "I will seriously kick you."

"I said I was sorry."

"Then made a pervy comment afterwards!"

"Okay. I'm sorry. Again."

I groan and roll away from him, mumbling, "Go to sleep, moron."

"Fine," He whispers and I hear him get to his feet, immediately causing me to whip around.

"Where are you going?" I question with a frown. He looks over his shoulder and gestures to the door. 

"To sleep, like you just said to. Or did you forget that?"

"No," I shake my head and bite down my lip, watching as he goes to reach out for the door knob, but my next words stop him. "Stay with me?"

He analyzes my face for a minute, as if he suspects I'm bluffing or messing around with him or something. But I'm not. I'm actually serious. After everything that's happened today, all I want is for him to say with me. To wake up and know that he's there and that everything's okay. "Please?" I whisper, almost desperatly.

He nods and slides in next to me. He motions for me to scoot closer and I comply to his silent command, nestling my face into his neck as I throw my one good leg over his. I fit my body against his perfectly and sigh contently when he wraps his arms around me and presses a sweet kiss to the top of my head.

I contemplate perhaps telling him about Anna, but I figure he already knows. About her death, I guess. Even though he hadn't brought it up, it was obvious. Liam practically knew everything that goes around in our little town. Or, at least he knew everything that went on with me. Nonetheless, I know that this is silent way of comforting me over the death of my friend when he squeezes me tightly and kisses my head again.

 I let the idea of springing up the conversation slip from my mind and instead, I wrap my arms tighter around him and pray that I won't lose him. Not like I lost Anna, and certainly not like how I lost  my mom.

"Goodnight Liam," I whisper. "Thank you."

He doesn't need to ask what I'm thankful for. He simply replies, "Goodnight, princess."

And that's when I know, without a doubt, that nothing is going to tear me and Liam apart. Not the Purgatory, not Alpha Beckett, and not the fact that he's a rogue.

We're in this together. For good.

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D'aww. Lonnie. :')

I got the chapter tittle from Timothy Green, haha. I'm such a nerd. Leave comments on what the sequel name should be and how you think the first book of TRM should end!

Until next me,

- CeCe.