Fang's POV

Fang's POV

"Angel, you sure she's in here?" I asked hopefully. She nodded.

"I hear her thoughts," she whispered happily. "She's thinking about how she…" her voice trailed off and her face fell. "She just told Omega she loves him." I stared at her.
"Wh—what?" I stuttered. "She…"

"That doesn't sound right," Nudge said while shaking her head. "Max hates him. Maybe she's making him believe that so he'll help her escape."

My heart was frozen. How could she love him? She…we…she was my mate, not his. Max is mine. He can't have her.

I looked up and my eyes were glaring. I grinned evilly.

"Let's go get her," I said darkly. "And kill that bastard." Before anyone could respond, I took off.

I walked through the door, and I was pissed. There was no way I was letting them keep her.

"Hey!" someone shouted. "Stop him." I grinned demonically, and I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Where is Max?" I roared. "If you have any concern for your life, you'll tell me." He stared wide-eyed at me.

"She's in the main room. The ceremony is about to start," he whimpered. I stared at him.

"What ceremony?"

"We erased her memory and told her she was engaged to Omega so she's getting married now!" I growled and threw him across the room.

"Come on guys!" I shouted.

"Uh…okay," they all said in nervous tones. I looked frantically for the room. Max didn't remember me?

Max's POV

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony," the priest said.

Ugh. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Why the hell am I still here doing this? I will not say I do. I will say I don't and when I run out, I'll tell the director I want to wait a little while. That's what I'll do.
"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." It was silent. I sighed.

"Stop!" someone yelled as the doors burst open. Everyone turned to look at the door, and tears filled my eyes.

"Fang," I whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear. The director snarled.

"These were the five trying to kill you," she informed me. I looked at her, and Fang ran up to me.
"We're—" I kissed him.

"Not trying to kill me," I finished. "I know." I pulled off my shoes, and Flyboys surrounded us. Fang looked over at me.

"Shall we?" I asked happily. He nodded.

"Either that or we'll die trying."
"She got her memory back?" Janssen asked furiously. I smirked.

"Never lost it," I said simply. "I was making you think I had so it would be a little easier to get out and you would tell me things I needed to hear. It worked too." I grinned.

"Let's get out of here," Fang mumbled. Omega grabbed my wrist.

"She's mine," he hissed. Fang chuckled darkly.

"Actually, she's mine," he said smugly. "Ask her." I smiled and nodded. "You better stay away from my Max or I will kill you. Got it?" Omega looked at me.

"You lying little—" Fang punched him in the nose.

"No name calling," he said shaking his head. "That's just not nice."

"Come on," I said urgently. Fang looked at me, and I grabbed the bottom of my dress. I ran down the isle as fast as I could with Fang following closely behind me. There was another gunshot, and I felt a sharp pain in my back.
"Max!" Fang exclaimed. "No!" I shook my head.

"Trust me," I choked. "Just come on."

"Damn it!" Janssen shouted. "Stop them you lazy pieces of shit!" I grinned.

"That's not a nice way to talk to Omega," I mumbled. Fang chuckled.

"No it isn't," he agreed.

When we got outside, I took it all in. I had a huge smile on my face, and I took in deep breaths.

"U N A!" I yelled happily. Fang smiled, and we took off.

"To tell you the truth," Fang said after we had taken off. "We're only ten minutes away from your mom's house." I smiled.

"Really?" he nodded. "That's awesome!" I squealed. "I can get out of this thing." Fang smiled.

"You look pretty," he said softly. "No. That's a huge understatement. You look more than pretty. You look amazingly beautiful." I smiled.

"You remembered," I said blankly. He stared at me.

"Do you think I could forget?" he asked with a smile. I shrugged.

"Maybe. Over time." He shook his head.

"Never. Max, forever. How could I forget?" he asked gently. I shrugged, and he pulled me close to him. "How annoying does that dress get?" I thought.

"Pretty annoying." I looked over at him. "I might need some help getting it off," I whispered softly in his ear. He grinned and looked over at me.

"What? Not too tired?" he asked cocking an eyebrow. I shook my head.

"Not for you…"

"Wow," Iggy said loudly. "You two like completely forgot we're over here. You're carrying on a conversation, and Max has hardly said a word to us!" I frowned.

"I'm so sorry guys!" I exclaimed. I flew over to them. "I'm sorry." I hugged them all.

"It's okay," Nudge said happily. "We're just happy you're back!" I smiled.

"I'm glad to be back. She thought I could forget about you guys," I said before laughing. "I could never forget you." They all smiled. "And I could never, ever, EVER love Omega." I shuddered. "That's nasty." Fang smiled.

"That's good," he whispered. I smiled.

We landed and I was glowing with happiness.

"Oh. One more word of advice," I announced. "NEVER trust Jeb." They nodded.

"Okay."

I started to walk up to the door, and then I froze. I was nervous. This was just like the first time I came knocking on their door. I smiled and took a deep breath.

Fang came up behind me, and he put his arm around my waist.

"She knows you're not dead," he informed me. He knocked on the door, and I just looked into his eyes. He was looking into mine too.
"Max!" Ella squealed when she opened the door. "You look amazing! Where the hell have you been?" I looked away reluctantly, and I smiled.

"Away. Almost married. The works." She hugged me.

"Mom!" she shouted. "They're back!"

Mom ran in, and tears filled her eyes.

"My baby," she whispered. I smiled and hugged her.

"I'm here," I said with tears filling my eyes. She let me go and looked up at Fang.

"You really can," she said with a smile. He nodded.

"Exactly what I saw," he whispered. She smiled.

"You really care about her," she said, not asked. He smiled and looked at me.

"I love her," he said simply. "Why wouldn't I?" Mom smiled, and I could hear Ella squealing.

"Come on in," she said moving out of the way. I nodded.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed. She looked at me.

"Are you tired? We were just off to bed," she said softly. I nodded quickly.

"Very," I lied. "And I want to hurry and get out of this." She smiled.

"Well, I'll see you in the morning. Everyone knows where their rooms are. Good night," she said before yawning.
"Night Mom," I said softly. I hugged her. "I love you." She pulled back and smiled.
"I love you too honey." I smiled, and I nearly ran into my room.

Fang walked in a second later.

"Flying in this thing is not easy," I whispered. He kissed me.

"Well, I promised I would help you get out of that, so…" his hands slid onto the back of my dress, and he unzipped it. I smiled, and I quickly took his shirt off. I pulled off his belt, and he slid my dress to the floor.

"Fang, what were you talking to Mom about earlier?" I asked early the next morning. I hadn't gone to sleep, unlike him. It was around six thirty, and I had just seen him open his eyes. He stared at me for a second, and then sighed.
"I'm not going to lie to you," he whispered. He had one hand on the top of his head, and the other on his stomach. The covers were at his waist. "I can see the future." I stared at him.

"You can…what?"

"I can see the future," he said again. "And I saw the wedding." I sighed.

"I was thinking of ways to get out of it so I could buy some more time to get away. I was going to say I don't and say I'm just not ready," I informed him. "Oh. And there's something you might want to know."
"What?" he asked before smiling. I smiled back and quickly kissed him.

"We're going to live forever," I whispered. "The only people who can kill us is Flock members." He grinned.

"Forever?" he asked hopefully. I nodded.

"Forever and ever," I said as I sat up. I brushed some of his hair out of his face, and he smiled. That smile would never get old. Suddenly it was gone.

"Max, there's something I have to tell you," he said, ashamed? What was he ashamed about?
"What?" I asked as I laid back down. I propped up on my elbow, and I put my head on my elbow. He looked at me.

"I…I had a girlfriend," he mumbled. "She tried to go this far, but then I…I realized what I was doing, and I pushed her away. She started saying stuff like you're dead and I need to get over you, and I told her I would die alone if I had to that I can't be with anyone else, and I left. I feel horrible that I even kissed her. I'm sorry. And you have every right to be mad, but—" I put my finger on his mouth.

"Is this what two years has done to you?" I asked curiously. He looked at me.

"You aren't mad?" he asked nervously. I nodded.

"Very, but, you thought I was dead. You were trying to move on, and that's okay," I said before kissing him. "And, you told me about it and didn't try to hide it. It's okay. I would've wanted you to be happy, even if I did really die." He frowned.

"You're supposed to get mad," he muttered. "That's what I was expecting. But since you aren't…" he sat up and I laid on my pillow. He smiled and leaned over me. "I guess that's even better." He kissed me, and I knotted my fingers in his hair.

"I love you," I whispered. He smiled.

"I love you too."