When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 75 ARTEMISIA

I turn my head so fast to look at her that I fear that it will have me break my neck and recognize the blonde she-wolf I saw talking to Fynn on the construction site. She is walking towards us from the warrior's floor with cautious steps and my heart breaks a little as I imagine that she must have been waiting for him in his quarters.

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His glare is still locked on me as I look back between the two and laugh awkwardly, "Oh, erm... My shoes were killing me, so he carried me." Rage flashes on his face as I wind myself in his arms, making him let go of me, "Sorry, I can make it easily from here. It's just a few more steps."

I flinch as I take a step back, separating myself from Fynn, cracking my heart another bit. My own emotions must be overcharging myself as I can't seem to feel his.

Maybe he was faking what he was sending over to me all along.

Forcing up a smile, I turn back to look at Fynn who is now clenching his jaw. “Thank you very much, Finnegan. I'll see you in a few days then."

I could kick my own ass as I even do a stupid curtsy before I turn around to walk away.

"Just give me a moment, Harper," I hear Fynn growl as I'm already descending the stairs to Matthew's quarters.

Harper.

I close my eyes as I remember how he had looked at her on the construction site, and force myself to clench my teeth to cope with the pain streaming up my legs.

I'm so absorbed by it that I don't even notice him following me until he grabs my wrist, spinning me around.

By the force of the movement, I not only spin around but also risk falling backwards, making my heart stop in my chest.

Gasping, I hold onto his shirt as he wraps his arms around my frame, stabilising myself in his arms. "Fuck, sorry."

"Are you insane?" I bark up at him, having him frown down at me.

"I already apologised, princess. It's not that something could ever have happened," he growls back, and I start hitting his chest. "Let me go, Fynn. I'm so fed up with you!"

He hugs me closer, pulling me flush against his body, impeding me from hitting him further. "Stop it already!"

"Don't you have places to be?" I ask, and he tilts his head at me.

"Why did you push me away? Why did you make up an excuse about being with me?" He hisses, making me look at him dumbfounded.

“Are you fucking kidding me? She is the one you want to date, right? I didn't want her to feel bad."

"Are you my fucking wingman, or what? What the fuck does this even mean?!" He snarls, and I glare at him.

“Is she, or isn't she, your fling?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

My heart hurts as he keeps quiet, even if his head seems to be rumbling with his thoughts. As even Drake keeps quiet, I shake my head, putting up a saddened smile. "As I thought... Don't make me the one acting the wrong way in this

situation. Because I'm not."

He stares back at me lost as the rage slowly leaves his face, and I lay my hands flat onto his chest. I speak calmly, as I plead with him, "Let me go, Fynn."

It takes a few seconds, which surely

feels like an eternity, but he finally lets go of me. As soon as I'm certain of the fact that I won't fly down the stairs, I flash him another sad smile and walk away.

I can feel his gaze on me until I pass the big wing doors, entering Matthew's floor.

Feeling already crushed, I try to knock on his door in the hopes of getting a good feeling before my departure tomorrow.

I'm already looking forward to spending a few days with him alone, but as he opens the door with an empty expression, every joy I felt because of the pleasant anticipation leaves my body instantaneously.

"Hey, is there anything left to discuss for tomorrow?" I ask, forcing up a happy expression.

He simply shrugs, leaning against the door frame of the door he has only opened a crack. "I don't think so. Isn't everything clear already?"

"Yeah," I nod, pushing out a laugh. Pulling out a sheet of paper from my crumbled pile, I hand him one of the plans I made. "This is the plan for the warriors. In case you want to have it."

He takes the piece of paper with a nearly disgusted expression, and I bluff myself towards the end of this interaction.

"Well then, see you tomorrow," I say in a sing-song, making him nod and close the door into my face.

Pushing out a deep breath, I murmur to myself. “Oh, thank you so much, Missy. I can't wait for the trip with you, Missy. Have a lovely night, Missy."

I jump as I spot two Omegas

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giggling in the corner and I roll my eyes. Continuing my painful way up the stairs to my quarters, I pull myself together until I'm in the safe surroundings of what I'm forced to call my home.

And I can finally give in to my tears.

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