The Transfer | BOOK 1 ✅

82 - Uncovered

So Liam and Ali have finally marked each other. It took them long enough, huh!!! Enjoy this next chapter.

I'm so sorry that this took so long... I've been really busy lately.

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I rolled over slowly and softly sighed through my mouth. I felt hands clutch at my bare skin as an uneasy feeling settled in my mind. I opened my eyes, glancing around the room. I was still in my normal room.

The shine from the sun setting came through the gaps in the curtains, lighting up the room. I could see the pile of clothes on the floor; my shirt and Liam's boxers. I smiled warmly as I felt Liam's body pressed against mine.

He stirred in his sleep and I felt uneasy again. I felt a little sick to my stomach, and I knew that it wasn't me. It was Liam. He was having a nightmare.

I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbow as I looked at him. His face was screwed up, almost as if he was in pain. Sweat beaded along his forehead and his face was pale.

My beast whined. I reached out to him and cupped his cheek gently. Liam stirred some more in his sleep, an inaudible mumble escaped his lips.

I brushed my thumb over his cheek bone worriedly. What was he dreaming about?

"Liam," I whispered softly. He stirred.

"Liam, baby," I whispered again as I propped myself up a little more. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, his whole body going tense as he struggled.

I frowned at him as he tugged my hand from his face and dug his claws into my skin.

I winced. What the hell was he dreaming about?

"Don't leave. Please don't go," he mumbled out, the distress showing on his face. He looked calm enough to not be woken, but if his grip got any tighter on my wrist, we'd have a problem.

"Hey, hey, shh," I hushed him, trying to be calm. He stirred some more, his grip on my wrist tightening. He looked like he was in physical pain this time, and he winced. 

"Come back to me. I'm sorry," he said through a shaky voice. I tried to pry myself from his grip as blood began to run down my arm.

"Liam, wake up," I said, nudging him with my leg. My stirred and adjusted himself a little. He turned towards me, clutching his bare chest. His claws were out on that hand too. He was struggling. I had to wake him up.

"Liam, you have to wake up. It's just a nightmare," I said to him, shaking him gently. He opened his mouth to sleep talk again, but his eyes shot open.

He looked around the room, panicked. I tried to reach out to him, but his grip on my wrist was still tight. His eyes shot down to my arm, and he gasped out as he released me quickly.

"Hey, it's okay," I hushed him softly as I cupped his cheek again. He stared at me intensely, and the glanced to my bloody arm. His eyes softened as he sat up.

Liam looked down at me and grabbed my arm. He studied my bloody wrist intensely before he brought it to his lips.

He licked away the blood and licked the wound. I felt my skin buzz from his saliva healing the cuts in my skin and the bond waking up. It took away the pain quickly.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered out as he licked his lips of my blood. He rubbed my wrist softly, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that I didn't like.

Guilt.

"You were having a nightmare. It's not your fault," I told him softly. Liam shook his head at me and sighed out.