When they touch me - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

ARTEMISIA
He growls annoyed, even if it nearly seems like he is trying to cover a purr.
I giggle as I step out of the hut. “Now, if you could mind-link Logan or Matthew, I would need someone carrying me for real.”
He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind us, and I’m just waiting for his eyes to glaze over as he crouches down.
“What… What are you doing?” I ask taken aback, looking around to see if someone is watching us.
“Come on. I’m going to carry you to your room,” he says, gesturing to me with his hands to move.
I laugh awkwardly as I play with my fingers, “I was just kidding, Fynn. I just wanted to annoy you. You won’t carry me anywhere.”
With another annoyed growl, he turns around to grab my wrist, pulling me to him. Before I can wrap my thoughts around what is happening, he is already straightening back up. I wrap my hands around his neck as he eyes me up. “A piggyback would have been troublesome anyway with this enormously long skirt of yours.”
“Don’t you like it?” I tease him as he murmurs, and starts walking. Lifting a leg, my skirt moves slightly back, showing my ankle adorned with my shoe strap and anklet.
He hums, acting like he wouldn’t care, but I can clearly see the red flecks and feel his emotions do a little backflip before he pushes it back down.
“I felt that,” I say in a low sing-song, and he chuckles.
Avoiding my gaze completely, he grins. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I know that you act like you don’t. But Drake knows too. He snitched on you,” I say jokingly, making him shake his head.
“How would you know what he knows?”
“Oh, we are great friends already,” I tease him, making him shake his head. “He tells me about all your secrets.”
He barks out a laugh, and I hate how my heart reacts at the sound of it, “He is a traitor then!”
‘Hey,’ Drake growls, making me giggle.
“He is just being loyal to his mate,” I smile up at Fynn, linking my fingers behind his neck.
Clearing his throat doesn’t help him disguise how his heart just flipped in his chest.
Looks like the physical contact is affecting him as well.
My heart skips a beat at the thought and I lean back against his frame as he keeps walking in stoic silence. “How long do you think he will be angry with you… For ditching me and going with Blondie?”
“What Blondie?” he asks with a grin, still avoiding looking at me.
“Ah, ah, ah! No dodging questions this time, Master Finnegan,” I reprimand him playfully, getting him to groan.
“You have to stop calling me that,” he grumbles, making me laugh. “But I guess I will have him back in a good mood in a few days. Especially if I will have a blonde fairy helping me with it.”
I shake my head, suppressing a cheeky grin. “You are such an idiot.”
“How dare you speak to your Master like this,” he jokes, and I gasp theatrically, enjoying his flirtatious side. “I demand respect, little mate.”
“Oh, no,” I breathe out theatrically. “Am I in trouble now, my Master?”
Fynn finally chuckles, and my heart squeezes as I feel his fingers dig into my skin. “You will be if you keep on playing with fire.”
I giggle, throwing my head back. “You know, for someone who claims to be so repelled by me, you sure look too eager to have me play with the fire.”
“Oh, I’m just keeping you entertained because Cayden asked me to be nice. I really wouldn’t want to destroy the beautiful relationship I have with my brothers. And I actually enjoy watching you think you were seducing me,” he says smugly.
Wrapping my hand further around his neck, I hug myself closer to his frame. “Is that so? Well, I guess you must be a better actor than I thought. Even faking your emotions you want to make me feel. Or maybe you are just distracted by my charmingness.”
“Distracted by your charmingness?” he laughs, lifting a brow at me. “More like distracted by your constant need of being a pain in the ass.”
I gasp overdramatically as he continues to chuckle. “Someone has to keep you on your toes. I figured that you get bored too swiftly and I’d hate to see you get too comfortable.”
My heart doesn’t seem to be able to calm down, and as I realize that he has stopped walking, and came to a halt on the top of the stairs, it just gets worse. “Comfortable? With you around, comfortable is the last thing I am going to be.”
“Glad to know I am doing my job right,” I wet my lips with my tongue, trying to overcome my nervousness, but it does nothing more than attract his intense gaze onto my lips.
Oh, dear…
Holding my breath, I realize that he is inching closer slowly, his voice only a husky whisper. “You have no idea.”
His lips graze mine slightly, making my heart skip a beat. My thoughts run wildly, while my nerves buzz, even getting Cassy to move intrigued.
My eyes are about to close as a voice has me jumping, pulling myself away from him.
“Fynn?!” a melodic voice calls my mate’s name, having me panicking.
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.
Which he shares with a bunch of other wolves, so who even cares?
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 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.