Babel Novel
Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Chapter 41 One Soul
– Anna
“Will he be alright?”
“I believe in him, Carson.”
“Are you alright?”
“We’re doing fine. Thanks for checking u pon me,” I replied.
“Bella, you know you can always lean on me. If anything comes up, anything at all, please give me a
ring?” he asked.
He’d been calling every day, something I. was thankful for. I almost forgot to call him with everything
that’d been happening
“You’ll be the first to know, I told him.
Liam stirred in my lap. “Got to go now. He’s awake. Talk to you soon?”
“I’ll call you. Take care of yourself, Bella. Please…” he said before hanging up.
I tousled Liam’s soft brown hair, letting i I slide between my fingers. With him facing towards my knees,
I admired the profile of his face, tracing the dips and
file of his face, tracing the dips and curves, from his forehead down to his perfectly aligned nose,
stopping momentarily at the tip, before continuing down to his soft lips. I let my forefinger linger on the
bottom lip, before finally finishing its travel at the curve of his chin, then halfway through his throat.
“You’re so cute when you’re asleep,” I whispered
“Cute?” he asked, lips pulling into a smile.
I knew it! He turned on his back and looked up at me.
“What time is it?”
“A quarter before twelve,” I answered.
He’d been asleep since this morning. Lexy had already woken up by late afternoon. She dropped by
with Rigel to check up on him and me.
My knight looked so worn-out. More and more rogues dared get close to the territory. Thankfully, there
had been no Vampires since the attack.
“What happened?” he asked, raising an
Vhat happened?” he asked, raising an art over his eyes.
He could hide it all he wants, the forced enthusiasm in his voice gave everything away.
“You coughed it all out, babe,” I said gently. I didn’t want him to remember that it came out of his eyes
too. “I’m so proud of you.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.” Will I get better?”
“Of course. I’ll be here with you until you’ve completely recovered.”
His arm shot out to touch my face, startling me.
“Then you’re leaving?” he asked, sitting u
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“No…” I said, laughing slightly.
There was no way I was leaving him now; he was stuck with me!
“Stay with me,” he said, pushing me unto the bed by my shoulders. His eyes “found mine as he
pleaded. “Stay here. Please. I promise I’ll get better. I’ll remember, so…” remember, 50…”
I placed my hand over his mouth and a finger on my lips.
“T’ın not going anywhere. I’ll stay here with you, always,” I whispered, moving my hands to cup his
face.
He tilted his head to kiss my right hand, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned down to me, his
warm breath fanning the base of my neck.
“If… If I…” he trailed, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply like he was taking in my scent. He pressed
his body on me, carefully so as not to crush me as his hands went around my back, trapping me
completely underneath him. His legs captured mine between them, and heat spread through me.
He was the closest he’d ever been, with n o space between us, and my heart hammered in my chest
that I could hear every beat in my ears. It felt hot, swelteringly hot, his body heat permeating into my
skin. And yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, and I made no move to push him from me.
His now ragged breathing moistened the
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now ragged breathing moistened the skin on my neck, and when his lips pressed down on my marking
spot, I inhaled sharply. It was starting to feel weird down there, so much so that I had t o urge to rub my
thighs together. That was when I felt him, and my cheeks flared in both embarrassment and delight. I
did this to him.
He groaned at the contact, then his teeth grazed the skin softly that I let out a moan.
“You… like that,” he whispered before he nipped around my marking spot.
I bit my bottom lip to suppress more shameful sounds that threatened to leave my throat, pressing my
thighs tightly together.
“Liam…” I breathed, feeling hot all over.
He kissed my marking spot then sucked o n the delicate skin, sending shivers of delight all over me.
“Liam!” I gasped as he sucked harder, then he licked at where his mark would b e. I felt the sharpness
of his canines digging into the skin and a surge of panic pulled me out of the haziness.
“Liam…”
He raised his head suddenly, a sullen look on his face as he stared at my marking spot. I couldn’t move
my arms, so all I could do was talk to him.
“Liam, look at me,” I cooed.
He raised his eyes to me, sad and empty.” If…”
“If?” I asked, encouraging him to tell me.
Please talk to me.
He averted his eyes and sighed.” Nothing.”
“Please tell me?”
“No,” he said, sounding like he was convincing himself. “No. If I tell you, you’d leave me.”
Why? Why was he afraid of me leaving him? I did try the first day I was here, but that was because I
got to know he was engaged so it was reasonable. I threatened him before coming here that I’d leave
him if he broke any of my conditions but we’re over those now I
leave him if he broke any of my conditions but we’re over those now. I never tried to get away from
here, from him, since then.
Did it scare him this much? That I was going to leave him? The thought had only crossed my mind
once – that was when h e hugged so tightly on my first day, when he looked like he had just gotten
back from a run. Panting heavily and sweating, he forced his arms around me when I was determined
to push him away, and he held me without saying a word before turning on his heels and stomping out
my room.
I never realized I meant this much to him. I never realized how much I scared him. But it wasn’t really
me, was it? Not entirely. He still loved her – his first mate. And he was yet to get over her sudden
passing, and perhaps he never will.
She would always have a place in his heart that it wouldn’t be mine entirely, and though it pained me
that I could give him my all while he could only give me what was available, I made a deliberate
decision to stay by him. This crippling fear it wasn’t because he was scared of losing me, his second
mate. It was because of the deep-seated trauma of his loss that etched itself into his soul.
More than a reality slap, this was a hard, merciless kick in the gut And yet I found myself making up
excuses. My favorites – that I was his mate now and nothing was changing that, that he also wanted to
be with me and wanted me in more ways than one, and that I was special to him.
“I’ll always stay with you.”
I would. Goddess knew I would. Try as I might, there was no denying that I’d fallen for him, deep, and I
was still falling in this seemingly unending abyss. I allowed myself to fall without the guarantee that he’d
catch me when I reach the bottom. It was foolish of me to think that he would, but there was no
stopping now.
He gritted his teeth and hugged me tighter, my breasts flattening against his broad chest
“What if I don’t remember? I know you’re my mate. I know your name. I
l’re my mate. I know your name. I know I’m the Alpha. I know Lexy’s my sister, Gale’s my Beta, and
that dick’s my Gamma. I know nothing else,” he confessed, his voice cracking at the last line.
For all the times we were together, he had this domineering presence that commanded respect and
garnered awe. His voice was always full and sure. He knew what he wanted and without any trace of
fear, he said what he wanted.
My heart broke at seeing him this way and was jumping in joy that he was being vulnerable with me. It
was horrible. I was horrible, convincing myself that this side of him was just something he hadn’t
exposed yet, that he always had this softer, weaker side to him.
“I try to remember but I can’t. I can’t remember how I met you, the things I did to you, I can’t remember
what I thought about you,” he said, letting our foreheads meet.
His minty breath fanning my face, he continued to speak. “But I can’t deny how I feel. I feel elated when
I’m with you.
When you hold my hand and rest your head on my shoulder, my heart races. When you let me sleep
on your lap as you play with my hair, I feel at peace. And I’m afraid… I’m afraid of losing you. I’m afraid
of letting go of your hand because i t might be the last time. I’m afraid of sleeping and waking up with
you gone. I don’t know if I’ll still remember who I used to be. I try so hard but nothing… my mind comes
up with nothing.”
A tear dropped from his chin unto my cheek. My vision was getting blurry. He sounded desperate,
helpless.
“If I don’t remember anything, you’re going to leave me, aren’t you?”
He held me tighter still that it was difficult to breathe. His chin rested between the base of my neck and
shoulder. He was shaking as he kissed the delicate skin. “Please don’t leave. I’ll… I
“I won’t,” I replied, my voice shaky. “I won’t leave you, ever. Memories or no memories, I’ll always stay
with you.”
He shook his head slowly. “No. No, you’ll hen. Der buldonlar
shook his head slowly. “No. No, you’ll leave me. Because… because I don’t know the truth from the
lies. Because I won’t be who I used to be. I’ll be different and not the Liam you knew, and you’ll see that
I’m different and… and then you’ll get fed up and one morning, I’ll wake up and you won’t be here.
You’ll realize that I’m not the same Liam.”
“You’ll always be my Liam.”
For three days, he kept these to himself. For three nights, he slept only when he was sure I was
sleeping and always with a n arm securely around my waist. He’d awaken when I get up to use the
bathroom and went back to sleep when I pretended to be sleeping.
“I’ll always love you, no matter what or who you are.”
“You love me?” he asked in disbelief, pulling his arms from behind me to raise himself. Hands on both
sides of my head, his eyes held a hopeful glint. “You… really love me?”
He cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears. “D-Did you say ”
gay the tears. “D-Did you say “.
“I do. I really do. I did,” I answered, surprised at myself for having blurted it out.
Wiping his own tears, I brushed my thumb past his lower lip.
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I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with his woodland scent that only I could smell. I brought his face
closer to mine.
“I love you, Alpha Liam Rose.”
His lips pressed on mine, gentle and soft, letting it linger. He inhaled sharply as his lips began moving,
tongue licking, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, and he explored my mouth slowly, twisting his
tongue around mine in the most sensual way possible.
Pouring every swirling emotion in my heart into the kiss as I pulled him closer, a in almost unbearable
heat traversed from my stomach down to my core.
I pressed my thighs together, and he groaned as the slight shift caused his bulge to brush against my
thigh. Hot… I fattomat
Ige to brush against my thigh. Hot… I felt too hot.
Something switched in my mind, igniting a desire I felt bold to act upon. I moaned into his mouth as his
kissing became rougher; rushing; ravenous.
And when he pulled away, I gasped for air and craved another.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.
“So much,” he said as he kissed my nose.
“My Anna,” he growled then captured m y lips once more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as his bulge pressed down on m y thigh. This was
embarrassing. I shouldn’t be doing this… but when he bucked his hips, rubbing it on my thigh, the
anxiety died.
He groaned into the kiss, and the sense of control I had over him excited me further. I didn’t know what
to do. I didn’t know how this should go. But I was more than willing to learn with him.
My core clenched in anticipation as he
core clenched in anticipation as he sucked the life out of me. He let me go and sat up, adjusting his
position so he was stradaling me, something poking at my stomach. Gorgeous brown eyes clouded
with lust and dark with desire, his chest rapidly falling and rising…
I did this to him.
Only I can do this to him.
“Please…” I whined, painfully throbbing down there. What was I asking for?
He leaned closer to my face and whispered. “Are you sure? My memories might never return and -”
My arms shot forward and I pulled him to me, crashing his lips on mine. He growled and kissed me
back as he parted my legs with his knees.
“I can smell you,” he said softly, then sucked on my sweet spot. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, feeling
myself moisten down there. It was aching, begging to be touched, by him, as shameless as that
sounds.
“I want to mark you,” he breathed.
modded. I wanted it too,
Was I ready for it? To bear his mark forever, to give myself to him fully and have him give himself to
me? Wait, could I markhim without a woll?
His hands moved up and down my thighs, pressing down hard that my dress was becoming a bother.
Boldly, my hands tugged at the end of his shirt. He sat up again and hurriedly raised it over his head,
then threw it somewhere in the room.
Oh, Goddess…
My eyes feasted on his hard pees and well -chiseled abs and the tempting V-line that led to a huge
bulge in his pants.
Oh, Goddess…
I gulped nervously as I watched his chest rise and fall, craving for his body to be on top of me, caging
me with those bulky arms.
“Eyes up here,” he said, chuckling.
I raised my eyes to his face to see him smirking. “Like what you see?”
ng UKC Miran you see!
I nodded. He took my arms and placed them on his abs… rock hard abs, I think I was drooling. I slowly
moved my hands u p his chest, feeling them relax by my touch. I was going to remember the very
outline of this mouthwatering form.
“Your heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered, my palm stopping where his heart was beneath.
“You do so many things to me, Anna,” he replied, voice husky. “You make me want to do many things
to you.”
I bit my lip, practically dripping down there now.
Oh, Liam…
He leaned in to kiss me, and his hands found their way to my breasts, massaging and squeezing. My
nubs hardened in response.
“I want you off this dress,” he said, growling, already lifting up the skirt.
I giggled and sat up, with him on his knees between my legs.
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He nipped at my marking spot as he
nipped at my marking spot as he raised my dress up my thighs, then my chest. It got stuck when it was
halfway past my face, and he stopped pulling. I reached for his hands, but he swatted them away,
kissing me immediately to stop me from complaining.
I love this man.
“Get it off,” I whispered, pushing my body against him that my breasts flattened against his chest.
“Now.”
He growled then fully took off the dress, throwing it somewhere and guiding me back down the pillow.
His hand lazily lingered on my inner thigh, creeping ever so slowly to where I wanted him to touch me. I
arched my back to help him unhook my bra, exposing my erect buds,
His eyes darkened.
My arms moved to cover my chest. His intense stare embarrassed me further, and he had to force
them to the sides.
“Don’t cover your beautiful body, mate. Don’t hide what’s mine.”
His mouth closed around my left breast and sucked hard as his tongue swirled around my nip. It sent
delightful shivers down my spine. Then he caught it between his teeth, and I gasped.
“Liam…”
The hand on my thigh finally reached my core and settled on my mound. I groaned i n frustration, and I
swear to Goddess he smiled. Clearly, he was enjoying this. Well, two could play that game. I placed a
hand over his bulge and rubbed, earning a hiss from him. I didn’t stop until his hand gripped my wrist.
He turned his attention to my right breast, and I swear to Goddess if he didn’t touch me right now, I’d
push him off me.
He suddenly let go after giving it a lick. Then he fumbled with the button of his pants and I heard a zip.
Groaning, he got off the bed to take off his pants. I raised myself on my elbows and watched with bated
breaths as his pants dropped to the ground, then his black boxers, and my eyes widened.
It would never fit.
He climbed back up the bed, pulling me
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climbed back up the bed, pulling me down by my ankles. I bit my lip as he fisted his dick.
But he didn’t push it inside… just yet.
His mouth enclosed on my core and his tongue slid up and down the fabric. My hands clutched at the
sheets as my back arched. Ripping the flimsy piece of clothing off, his tongue rapidly went in and out of
me, then slid up to my clit.
“Liam…” I moaned, unable to stop myself. He then sucked on it as he slid a finger in, then two, curling
them inside m e, hitting a particular spot that made me lose my breath.
Heat pooled in the base of my stomach. H e softly bit on my clit and I gushed, my thighs kept parted by
his hands. His tongue lapped me entirely, and when he hovered above me, he licked his glimmering
lips in satisfaction.
“So… fucking sweet,” he said, his voice husky.
I felt him poke at my entrance. He looked me in my eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.
Narrowed eyes clouded with
sitation. Narrowed eyes clouded with lust, and I was sure he saw the same in m y brown ones.
Deep within myself, I wanted this. I wanted to feel him and take everything h e could give me. Now and
forever.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. This was my answer.
He pushed inside me, slowly easing in, then pulling out only to push back in, more of him every time.
My walls stretched painfully to accommodate him; I still doubted he’d fit all of him in. His mouth hushed
my groans and his tongue seduced me, taking my mind off the pain.
He stopped, then pushed further in, and I felt something tear. Something tore and i t was too painful
that tears rolled off the corner of my eyes. He kept pushing, and then he stopped and stayed still. As he
sucked and kissed my sweet spot, I took deep breathes to calm myself.
“Are you alright? We can stop if you’re -”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. “Don’t stop now.”
SOPTIOW.
“I’m going to move,” he said as he nipped on the skin.
I nodded.
He slid out of me slowly before pushing back in. I whimpered at the pain, as I felt every inch of his
length, as his size stretched me. My nails dug on his back, making him groan.
He was patient with me, letting me adjust to his size. Then the pain began to fade, sweet, sweet
pleasure taking its place.
“Faster,” I breathed, and he complied, eventually building a rhythm.
He felt hot inside me, throbbing, and hitting places I never knew existed.
Warm breaths fanned the side of my neck, and his hand twisted and played with my nips.
“Faster…”
Oh, Liam.
I moaned his name wantonly as he dove his entirety into me fiercely, rapidly; the sounds of our
lovemaking arousing me more. Then he parted my legs wider still,
you passed out,” he said, smiling “How do you feel?
“Amazing,” I replied, smiling back at him. I missed that look on his face.
“You’re mine now,” he said.
I circled my arms behind his head. “I’ve always been yours, Liam.”
My canines itched. I swiped a tongue over them and felt them grow longer.
“Always?”
“Always.”
He leaned in, offering his marking spot to
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“Mark me. I’m yours too. Always.”
I bit down, hard, surprised that I could mark my mate even without a wolf. I tasted metal in my mouth,
then a strange sweetness. My canines retracted after, and it didn’t itch anymore. I lapped up the blood
and kissed my mark
It was finally official. We mated. The marking was complete. He was mine in every way I was his.
“I love you,” I whispered, holding back
love you,” i whispered, holding back the tears.
I didn’t care if he ever recovered his memories or not, I’d stay by his side and create new ones with
him= our memories
“Aren’t you supposed to pull out?
“Why?” he asked, chuckling.
“Because we’re done?”
I couldn’t believe he was still inside me even when I passed out!
“Who said we were done?” he said, chuckling as he began to thrust slowly
into me.
“Liam…” I moaned his name at the pleasure of it, overjoyed that we were now one.
My mate had found me, accepted me, and claimed me. I had accepted him and claimed him.
“I love you, I breathed as he began to thrust faster and harder.
This was going to be a long night.
I pulled him into a kiss, pouring all that I