What's That Supposed To Mean? - 50 (PART 2 - OFFICIAL LAST CHAPTER!)

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CHAPTER 50 – PART 2 – LAST CHAPTER

Two days later

“Does anyone want something to drink? I'm making coffee.”

“Yeah, coffee for me, please.”

“Me, too.”

“Water, thanks.”

“I'll have a coffee, dear.”

I could hear them but it was blurry; as if I was underwater but understood every word they said. Strange. My brain registered the pain twisting around in my body, the pain when you haven't moved for a long time and you've been in the same position the whole time.

“Did Mase say anything about the bodies?”

“Yeah, he's arranged for them to be taken and buried.”

“And the place?”

“Don't know yet, he's taking care of it.”

Come on, open. Why would my eyes not open? Oh, now. Oh, shoot, bright lights, bright lights! Way too bright. I frowned, squnting, letting my eyes get used to the lights above me. I took a long deep breath, feeling the air filling up my body, waking everything back up to life.

“She's moving.”

Feet shuffling closer. Warmth. Was I moving?

“Samantha?”

I looked at the face that popped up in my view. Noah. Thank God. I smiled. Finally; I had missed him, even when sleeping or whatever I had done before waking up.

“Hey,” I tried, my voice sounding completely raspy. I chuckled. “My voice sounds terrible.”

“Well, you've been out for two days,” said someone else. Jacob. I grinned but it disappeared just as fast as it came.

“Two days? I wasn't that injured.”

“Well, maybe not on the outside but on the inside, you were exhausted. Hopefully you slept off all the stress about everything that has been going on these past months.”

I squeezed the hand that held mine, thankful for him.

“I don't feel the pain so it must've worked on that part. How are James and Tyler?”

“Tyler has a broken leg and is still in healing progress so he is currently dead asleep and James is up and going. The Doctor had to give him stiches where he had been stabbed but he's healed pretty well so he's okay.”

“Good.”

“Are you thirsty? Hungry?” Noah asked, his voice small. He just stared at me, making me want to laugh.

I nodded.

“Water, please.”

“Hurry,” he said to someone by my feet.

“Don't boss them around,” I scowled, giving him a small smile. He closed his eyes, the dark bags underneath clear and visible for anyone that stood a mile away. He smiled slightly.

“I'm glad you're up. I need my talks-too-much mate.

I chuckled.

“Bite me, Noah.”

“Here, Sam, water.” Tresh held a glass of water in his hands and I motioned for Noah and Jake to help me sit up. They pushed me upwards and I felt the relief of no pain in my body, only that my muscles needed stretching.

“Thanks, Tresh,” I smiled, taking the glass. The water felt so good. I felt as if I was taking a shower but on the inside, all clean and refreshed. I swallowed the whole thing in two seconds. “Ah... so good.”

They laughed.

“More?”

“No, not now. I want to get up first.” I laughed at their panic, trying to help me. “Guys, I'm okay. I can handle it.”

I guess I can understand their worries but I did not get run over by a car. Okay I was in a huge fight, but still. I loved them for their help and the love and care they gave me but I needed to do this on my own. I also wanted to see Tyler and James.

“Did you find anyone in the building after you checked it?” I asked the guys. Noah, Jacob, Tresh and Caleb were in here with me.

“Uh... yes, there were the kitchen staff and a few more guards that changed sides last minute.” Jake made a face.

“At least they changed sides,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah and it took a freaking war of death to make them realize that.” He frowned. “Anyway, Mase is with them, we're keeping them in one of the houses for now.”

I chuckled, hugging him, Tresh and Caleb, squeezing them each in my arms. I was glad I had survived and was here to be with my closest ones. If it wasn't for the two guards on Tyler's side, I might as well be dead just like Liz and the rest of the guards right now.

“You said kitchen staff, by the way? Good, I need to speak to them. I'm going to take a shower and fresh up and you'll take me there, yeah?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Noah?” I motioned for him to come with me. He nodded, taking my hand.

I knew he was going to give me the talk about how dangerous this all was, pretty much be my dad right now, but I would not say anything. I knew that if he had done what I did, I'd react the same, if not worse. We went upstairs to my room that was clean and smelled of nice and fresh shampoo. I smile; Arianna of course. I didn't let go of Noah's hand as we shut the door and now stood there, him staring at me and me staring at the floor. I knew I had worried him more than words could express. I knew, because I could feel it. It was such a big and filled emotion that it weighed heavily on my own. What should I say to him? Nothing would make him feel better, except that I'm here, safe and sound. He'd still be mad, though.

I heard a small sigh come from him.

“Samantha, look at me,” he said. I held on to the floor as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. “Samantha.”

I looked up.

“I'm sorry,” I said. “I know you're-”

“No, you don't know!” he suddenly exploded. “No one knows! I've gone through so much with your stupid choices that you just make without even thinking! I felt like dying each time something happened to you or each time you decided to do something on your own! I don't even care if I sound selfish right now because you're my mate and it kills me if you are just down in the kitchen without me, imagine you being in the middle of a deathly war! I can't even believe what went through your mind! How can you be ready to just die like that and leave the rest of us, leave me?! You're basically killing me, too, just by going there! All these months I've felt it get bigger and bigger and it just stays there, right on my heart, pushing me down because I want to be there for you, fight for you and care for you, but you don't let me because you do everything yourself and risk getting killed!”

By now, Noah was pacing back and forth in the room, his hands moving with his words and his eyes hard and frowning. I was too shocked to speak so I just stood there and watched him let it all out. I felt so stupid, leaving him like this when he had clearly had all these emotions bottled up. I'm not even sure how he would react if I actually would have died.

“No one's mate is throwing herself in things like you did, but mine does! I'm sick of it, Samantha, I'm sick of it! Everyone thinks they know how it feels, but they don't! They fucking don't! And I'm not speaking of the ones who lost their mates, because I know it's worse for them than for me since you're actually here and alive, but I don't give a crap! What you put me through each time you just disappeared, got worser and worser!” He stopped, looking like he was searching for words. His fist hit the wall as he growled. “God! You can't do this to me, Samantha, because I might as well just leave you here and move on with my life which would hurt just as much! Just think before you do things like these because I'm fucking sick of it! I'm sick of this worry and the pain and all the anger and the thoughts that fill up my entire being, ready to explode! I'm sick of watching everyone being worried because my mate decided to go die! I just... I can't.”

Tears were silently running down my cheeks and the silence that embraced us and this house was suffocating me. I hated myself for making him feel this way. I couldn't believe it now that he actually said it. How could I have done this? All I did was bring pain to my close ones. But, don't they understand that they would get hurt if we all got attacked? That would kill me.

“Don't you understand that I was just trying to protect you all...?” I voiced quietly. Immediately, he reacted.

“NO, Samantha!!! We try to protect you! We try to help you! But you don't let us! You-”

“Because I don't want any of you to get hurt, Noah!” I yelled back. “I can't just stand there and watch you all die or get hurt because I'm the one who every goddamn villain wants! Do you think I wanted to go in and do it all on my own?! No! I was scared to death, I didn't want to die or leave all of you behind! I wanted to stay here and be with you but I knew that I'd rather die for each and one of you than let you die for just me!”

“You're not “just” Samantha! God, you're so- ugh!”

I just shook my head, so angry and sad for him and at him at the same time. He was lashing out, big time, and while I wanted him to get it all out, I won't lie and say it didn't hurt.

“I'm going home. I need to be alone for a while,” he said at last, quietly this time. He didn't even look at me as he walked out through the door. I listened in on his footsteps until he was gone. Then I sat down on my bed and cried.

The next day

I don't know how many hours I cried but I knew that the night had become morning and I was still sitting there with dry tears on my face and a still running nose. I kept thinking, how to make it up to him? How? How? This was our real first fight, I had realized throughout the night. We had never fought like this or screamed at each other like this since we went official. I couldn't even be angry with him, it had lasted for that moment when he was screaming but as soon as he had walked out that door, I knew I could never be mad at him. Not really. I would give him the space he needed, though, because I knew, sooner or later, we would talk about it and make up. Even if mates could go seperate ways in different kind of ways, most could not. Once accepting your mate, that love and bond would always be there. Slowly become weaker with time maybe, but that would have to be a very long time.

I looked like real shit that morning, thanks to the bags under my red and swollen eyes and my pale and tired face. I put on some make up to hide most of it and it kind of worked but at the same time, not really. I shrugged it off, though, took a shower, put on some clean jeans and a tshirt and went downstairs to make me some tea.

No one was up yet, since it was only seven in the morning, but they would be soon. Most people in the pack did not sleep for long and I knew that everyone had heard us last night. Now they will all look at us with questioning, sympathetic looks.

I went upstairs with my cup and came right in time to hear my phone vibrate. I picked up immediately when I saw her name on the screen. Just who I needed.

“Thank God,” I breathed as an answered. “I missed you.”

“Oh Sam, I missed you, too! How are you?” her voice told me that she knew very well how I was but I answered nevertheless.

“Fine,” I sighed.

“I saw you through my window last night, you know. What happened?”

I climbed on my bed and sat down by the mentioned window, seeing her in her own, smiling sadly at me. I gave her a small wave.

“Well, you probably heard what happened. It was crazy, though. I should've understood that everything affected him as well. He's a person after all. I just didn't see it coming exactly that moment.”

“No one can know, Sam. Everyone has feelings bottled up but no one can know when that person will finally explode. Don't blame yourself for how he feels.”

“I do, though. It is my fault.”

“Okay, partly your fault. But not entirely, not at all. You got kidnapped like a hundred times,” we both chuckled, “and then you go and do stuff like this. Of course it only gets worse, especially when it's a mate. He was worried every second of every day, even when you were there. He just didn't show it because he wants to be strong for you and he wants you to see that.”

“Yeah but I want him to talk to me, too! I want him to show me every side and every feeling that he has, not just that he is strong and nothing affects him. I want to see that vulnerable side of him, because that's how it is supposed to be! We're supposed to be comfortable and okay with showing each other everything that goes on inside of us and comfort each other. I know I made wrong choices, I just wish he could see that I did it all for him. For all you.”

“He knows that, Sam, but the thought of you dying for him is killing him. Trust me, just like you don't want everyone to die for “just you”, he does, too. He doesn't see that he is special to someone, that he is not “just somebody”. You both need to realize that you are important to so many people and to each other. You have to put yourself in each others shoes sometimes to understand what the other one is thinking and feeling.”

“Ugh. Why aren't you a shrink again?”

“Why, I am, my friend.”

I saw her grin in the window and I laughed. I was forever thankful for this girl, for this amazing and supporting and caring person who I always could go to and pour my heart out without being annoying to her.

“I really missed you,” I said. “I can't believe I was ready to just leave all of you.”

“Well, you were because you love us. But it's okay. You are home now and you are alive and most importantly, it is all over. Until next time someone wants to kidnap your ass.”

“Arianna! Do not jinx this!” I laughed. She smirked.

“Oh well. I will come over later, okay? Call me whenever you want if you need something.”

“'Kay. Thank you, Ari. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sam Bam.”

When I heard my father wake up, I knew he was coming to my room any second. And he did. He knocked first and then stepped inside, smiling sadly at me. I walked over into his warm embrace without a word, feeling another wave of tears taking over. It felt worse that I felt like I had gotten so far away from everyone I love. Here I was, trying to save them, instead I pushed them away.

“Schh, it's okay, sweetie. It's okay now.”

I sobbed against his chest, feeling like I would burst any minute. I just wanted to push all the hurt and pain out of me with the tears and it only made me feel like I was a ticking bomb that refused to explode.

“I'm s-s-o s-s-orry-y-y.”

“Oh, honey, it's okay. It is forgotten now that you are here. I want to tell you that you are never doing that again but you already know that. I'm sorry about you and Noah last night.”

I kept sobbing, not able to talk.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was in the afternoon when I decided to go see how Tyler and James were doing. Currently, Michael, Ramona, Alyssa, Drew and Leona and her family and Max and Lillian were all here, visiting. We all sat in the living room and talked about everything, mostly explaining, and they asking questions but after a few hours, I decided to go see Tyler and James. I excused myself from everyone who were discussing different things, now also with Jacob and Caleb here.

I pulled one of Noah's sweatshirts that he had left in my room once and went over to the Black house. I ignored the pull against Noah as I walked over to Mason in the livingroom and asked him to take me to Tyler. Thankfully, he was alone there. Mason hugged me for a few minutes before we left.

“I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried, Sam.”

“I know. I'm glad to see you. I've missed my big brother.”

“I missed you, too, Sam. How are you? No sign of Noah? I haven't seen him leave his room yet but I thought maybe I had missed him as he came to you?”

“No. Not yet, but don't worry. We'll work it out.”

I followed him outside as he walked me to one of the houses that belonged to the pack doctor. He had the first floor looking like a hospital just in case he had to do an immediate surgery or something.

“How was it there?” Mason asked.

“I was shitting myself,” I said, chuckling. “But I was too distracted to think about it. When I saw Tyler, I swear, I thought he would bust me and I was ready to just kill him right then and there.”

“Yeah, I'd kill him too. Punk. I still don't like him.”

“Mase, he's okay. I know he did a lot of wrong things but he changed sides and that's what matters. We need to give him a second chance now so that he can heal after his mother's mind control. He told me that he hated her and couldn't stand what she was doing. I just feel like we need to show him that he can be here with us and that we don't blame him, even if some of us still do.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

We knocked on the door, waiting.

“So how are you and Hayley?” I grinned. Mason smiled lovingly.

“We're great. She's amazing. Everyday with her is priceless and we get to know each other more and more each time.”

“I'm glad for you two. You deserve it.”

“Thank you. And don't worry about Noah, that little shit. He'll come to you, trust me, he feels like shit after last night. Don't tell him I told you, but I heard him cry.” He smirked a little.

“Mason!”

“What?” We both laughed and I shook my head as the door opened. “I'm telling you because it might make you feel a bit better.”

“In what way?” I asked with a chuckle as we were greeted by the doctor.

“Hi, doc. How are you?”

“Oh, Samantha! I am very well, thank you. What about you? I see you are healed and in good shape now.”

“Yes, I felt fine the minute I woke up. Thank you for the help, doc. Is Tyler and James in here?”

“Yes, come in, come in. Mason, everything alright back home?”

“Just peachy, doc,” Mason said with a grin.

He led us to the livingroom that was not actually a livingroom but like a patient's room with four beds, two on each side and curtains between and all that stuff. Pretty much a mini-hospital. I could see the shoes that belonged to Tyler and James, except I did not know which ones were who's.

“Tyler on the left and James on the right.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

Mason and I walked over to the beds that were opposite to each other, us standing between them.

“Hey guys,” I said as they saw us. “How are you holding up?”

“Much better,” James answered. “My wound is pretty much healed.”

“Yeah, same here,” Tyler said. “Just a few bruises and so left.”

“First of all, James, thank you for what you did. I appreciate it more than you know. And you, too, Tyler. If you hadn't done what you did, I probably wouldn't be here by now.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Back home, an hour or so after visiting Tyler and James, who would be out of there by tomorrow, I was home and upstairs in my room with Arianna. We had talked way too much in that one hour that my mouth was all dried up. I had swallowed three glasses of water while she had laughed at me. Of course she is used to this, she's Arianna.

“Anyway, so that's what I thought about that. My mom just laughed and my brother pretty much wanted to kill me but he loves me again so it's fine.”

I laughed for the hundreth time that hour with her but I was stopped when a voice entered my mind.

I think you should come over and go see Noah. He still hasn't moved. Not even in his room, I keep listening in for his footsteps but there is none. Each time I walk up to see if he's actually alive, he just yells at me to go away.

I'll be right there, Mason. Thanks.

“What's going on?” Ari asked, noticing my shift of concentration.

“Mase told me to come over because Noah hasn't moved at all today, not even in his room.”

“Is he alive?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, he's alive, alright, he just won't move. He's more depressed than I am.” I sighed, pulling on the sweatshirt again. Arianna came downstairs with me.

“Well, he did yell some things last nights that he probably regrets.”

“I know,” I muttered, giving her a hug. “I'll talk to you later. Dad, I'm going to the Black's!”

Arianna and I parted ways outside as she went to her own house and I moved on to Noah's. I walked in and went straight up to his room, not bothering to knock. I opened the door and walked in to his dark and quiet room. I saw him laying on his bed, eyes shut. Was he asleep or was he pretending? I leaned back against the door and slid down to the floor, waiting for him to open his eyes. Surely, he felt my prescence here.

At last, not one minute later, he opened them and I saw how tired he really was. He didn't move or say anything, he just lied there and stared at me. He didn't have to say anything, though, I could see it in his eyes, the emotions, the words, everything. I just smiled at him.

“How are you?” I asked him, still not moving. He rubbed his eyes.

“I'm tired. And sorry.”

“I'm sorry, too.” I watched him sit up and I got up, walking over to him and sitting next to him. “You were right about what you said, Noah and I am sorry for being selfish. But I also want you to know that I did it to protect you all, even if it meant I was going down with Liz.”

“I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I yelled like that, I just... something inside of me snapped and-”

“Noah, it's okay. This was our first out of many fights. As long as we make up and still love each other, the rest does not matter. I know your true intentions and I know you love me just as much as I love you. We were both wrong and we were both right, so let us just leave it at that and move on. What do you say?”

He pulled me into his arms, squeezing me into him.

“I love you so much. I can't believe I acted the way I did, especially now that you are back. I'm so glad you're here, I'm sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too. And please do not blame yourself or feel guilty now, I do not want you to do that. Nothing between us has changed. I love you as much as I did yesterday and all the days before that. I love you too much to ever be without you. I can barely stay mad at you.” I smiled. “We will have complications sometimes but we will always have each other. Okay?”

“Yes, yes we will. I will never leave your side.” He took my face in his hands. “Never. You are the best thing and the worst thing that has ever happened to me.” He chuckled quietly. “You fill every empty place in my heart and you can take it all away in one second but you are definitely nothing I regret. I am always here for you and I will pick you up when you are down, even if it is me who brings you down sometimes. Just know one thing, Samantha, please, just always remember that I love you with every fiber and every cell of my being.”

“Always, Noah, always. I love you.”

THE END

It's over! The long story is over at last. I want to thank each and every one that has read, commented, voted, liked and supported me in any possible way. I want to thank you for the patience you all had between my long updates and my internet problems and all those stuff and excuses! Thank you for sticking with me and this story and for supporting it all the way, I love and appreciate you all for it. I had fun writing this one actually, I have so many new stories in my head but half of them will probably not be written because it is definitely too much.

I also know that some things in the story are left unaswered, for example Tyler and his mate that was daughter of the kitchen chef of Liz's building. I can tell you all that I am a cliché girl and a lot of things in this story is unrealistic – duh, they're werewovles – and a lot was only about Sam and Noah, but that is because the story is about them and their love. And of course, all the kidnappings she goes through, lol! Anyway, all these unanswered questions that you may find or think about, know that they all end happily because I am a sucker for happy endings!

I might make a story about Jacob and Ramona, though, because I love them as a couple! But it is not 100%.

Lastly, happy endings are the best! I will focus on other stories now, new ones and old ones but I probably won't publish something new in a while. I will try to get my ideas on “Alpha Mate, Check...” the sequel get up and running because I lost pretty much all focus and ideas when it came to that one. But I am going to try, so all fans of “Alpha, Mate,” hold on and stay with me, peeps!

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