Broken Walls [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One

How many more times will I allow myself to go unconscious in bad situations?

I woke up, tucked in and snuggled into Landon. His body felt hot, like usual, and one arm was draped over my waist. My body fit into the gaps that his left, my legs bent in to mimic his and he snored softly, his head against my hair. His bare chest was pressed against my back allowing me to feel both his heart beat, and the steady rise and fall as he breathed. I inhaled Landon's masculine smell mixed with cologne, figuring out that he must have recently showered. When I was with him, I couldn't remember my other problems, my priorities, anything.

Suddenly he takes a deep breath, stretching his arms and yawning. The bed rumbles as he props one arm up, so he can look over my shoulder and see my face. I look up at him and he reads my mind by leaning down and clashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back sleepily and softly. He pulls away and stares at me, lovingly stroking my arm.

"God, I love you." He says leaning in for another kiss. I don't resist, I just let the force of the kiss slip me into a trance. I giggle as he pulls me onto my back so that I am not straining my neck as much. I break away from my mate and smile. "Don't you have some Alpha duties to attend to?" I ask, using air quotations around Alpha'. He glares at me playfully, then yawns in my face causing me to take a whiff of his morning breath. I shiver at the smell but it doesn't bother me quite as much as it would if I didn't love him.

"Not until this evening. Everyone was tired so we decided to give them a break. We won, by the way." He says nonchalantly. I sit up and slide out of the bed, noticing that someone put me in a big t-shirt and nothing else. I used to care how Landon saw me, but now I believe that he loves me no matter what. "Good, then I'm going to take a hot shower and put on my own clothes and sit in my own house without a care in the world." I say, walking to the bathroom. Landon chuckles and I hear the bed rumble as he lays back down. I shut the door behind me and look into the mirror.

My body and my face look unusual to me. There were cuts and bruises scattered all over and my hair was tangled and dirty. I run the shower water and relieve myself while it warms up. I throw the t-shirt and my underwear on the floor and step into the shower. Relaxing and letting my body unwind as the warm water flows down my bare back.

I rinse any and all visible bloody injuries, then scrub the dirt from my skin. Last thing I do is shampoo my hair and wash my face. I step out if the shower into the cool, fresh air as I grab a towel and dry off. Leaving the towel around me, I step out of the bathroom and grab a bathing suit. I let my hair rest at my shoulders in its usual wavy brown ombred mess when I get back to the bathroom. I put on a bit of water proof eyeliner and mascara, with a touch of red lip gloss, then I slip into the bathing suit. It was a two piece hot pink bathing suit that Taylor bought for me earlier this summer. The top was fringed and the bottoms were tied together with bows on each of my hips, both a deep orange color. Finally after spraying myself with my best smelling perfume and brushing my teeth, I walk out of the bathroom, my hair tossed to one shoulder.

"I'm guessing you want to go to the pool?" Landon chuckles, still laying in the bed. I smile and search for my black sunglasses on Landon's dresser. "Or maybe the beach?" I plead, bending down to take out a pair of swim trunks for Landon. When I turn around, he is staring at me with a guilty look on his face. I smirk and laugh awkwardly. "Where you staring at my butt?" I ask, balling up the trunks and throwing them at him. He crawls out from under the blankets and stands up, walking closer to me. When he gets close enough he wraps his arms around my bare waist and I feel his warm, gentle fingertips slide across my skin, clasping together with each other at my back. He leans toward my neck and kisses the spot where he marked me.

"You can't blame a guy for being head over heels for someone he doesn't deserve." He mumbles into my ear. Finally he presses his lips to my forehead and pulls away, walking into the bathroom with the swim trunks gripped in one hand. Once he shut the door, I was no longer floating on cloud nine, but I was realizing that my pack had just gotten over a war. Then it hits me that my father just died and I saw the man who killed him, be burtally ripped to shreds by my werewolf boyfriend with a crazy temper. I grab a beach bag, throwing my cell into it, along with a few other thingst and ran down the hall to Jordan's bedroom. Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open and Jordan jumped on me, knocking me to the carpet.