Chapter 65 – A Turning Point in When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) by Shelagh Milano
In this chapter of When they touch me (Shelagh Milano), Shelagh Milano introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 65 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Werewolf genre.
Chapter 65
ARTEMISIA
As soon as she has finished her sentence, I don’t even need to feel the overpowering rage that swaps from him to know that this is going to be bad. The feeling of fire creeps up my legs, expanding in my body. It risks suffocating me as I see Fynn grabbing Daisy by her throat. “What baby?”
“Fynn, no!” I shout, getting up to get him to release her. “There is no baby. She means future baby.”
I see the fairy girl running out in shock and hope she is going to fetch someone to help us out.
“Finnegan!” I yell, standing between them and laying my hands on his cheeks. “Look at me!”
My heart stops as he complies, turning his head to lay his completely black eyes on me. I gulp, asking myself where I get these stupid ideas from.
Lowering my voice, I feel his heartbeat slowing down. “Cayden asked her to do this. She was just doing her job. This is something she-wolfs take if they want to get a healthy pregnancy. She was just trying to help.”
I look over my shoulders, seeing Daisy kicking the air as her face turns into a strange colour. “Fynn! Let her go. You are hurting her!”
With a groan, he lets go of her without moving out of my hold.
“Get the fuck out,” he snarls, getting Daisy to stumble out of the room.
We are locked looking at each other for what seems to be an eternity. He lets his eyes roam my face as he is scanning for something I was trying to disclose from him. I’m still shocked by the feeling streaming through me, as I curse my strange courage, attributing it to the mate bond.
Feeling captured by his gaze, I would love to feel his arms wrapping around me, his hands roaming my body.
I move my hands from his face as the veins retreat, and he turns his face to look at the shattered plate.
And frees us both from this spell.
Scrunching up his nose, he clicks his tongue. “Sorry about that. I’ll get someone to clean that up. Looks like Drake doesn’t handle baby talk well.”
“It’s alright,” I say with a chuckle. “At least I can handle him.”
Looking back at me, he exhales exhaustedly, “Looks like it.”
“Not that I think I’m something special, don’t worry. I guess the beautiful Nymph with the transparent lace dress would surely have had the same effect on you.” I say, acting as if it wouldn’t hurt me.
He takes a step forward, grinning. “You mean Rose? Oh, no. If she had done the same, I guess there would be much more to clean up.”
I don’t get in time to elaborate on what he said properly as he tilts his head at me. “Have you been crying?”
Crossing my arms, taken aback as well as I’m bugged by this question, I change the subject back quickly.
“So… Is the fairy-like Rose your chosen one you were telling me about or is it the one you were talking to on the construction site?” I ask, my heart turning painfully.
He ignores my question by closing his eyes shortly before he clenches his teeth. “Don’t eat smelly shit when they serve it to you.”
Drake's chuckle rumbles through my mind as he walks out without adding anything else to the situation. ‘Our baby would revolt against something like that.’
Just as he is reaching my door, my feet start moving without my doing, my head screaming against it as I stand in his way. Holding onto the door frame, I keep him from passing me as I know that even with whatever Logan told me, he wouldn’t hurt me on purpose.
At least not yet.
“You owe me something,” I say, holding my chin up.
He scoffs, putting his hands just slightly above mine to lean into me. I have to swallow a gasp as I keep myself from retreating.
His lips are just inches from mine as he mocks me. “I don’t know what I would owe a spoiled princess like you are.”
“You know exactly that you have to tell me about Drake. Stop avoiding it like a little scaredy cat,” I retort through my teeth. “And don’t talk to me about rejection because your wolf just risked going on a killing spree by just the idea of me being pregnant by someone else. I guess that he would tear you from the inside if you were just to try that.”
I glare up at him as he keeps grinning, “Tell me little mate, how are you coping with your burning desire of feeling my big cock stretching your tight pussy?”
Not wanting to show how much this actually hit me right to my core, and forcing the little voice in my head down that screams ‘Take me now!’, I just grin back at him. “Pretty well. And you?”
Fynn moves closer, cursing under his breath as he is about to claim my lips, as a loud noise gets us to turn to the demolished entrance to my quarters.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Cayden growls, getting Fynn to let go of me.
“Get a few Omegas to clean up here,” Fynn simply murmurs, passing his brother as I rub my jaw. “And get those little maids in check. Don’t have them serve her putrid food.”
Cayden’s gaze follows him as he leaves the room before he turns back at me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, hugging myself and he sighs. “Good. I’ll get someone to clean up right away.”
As he turns around, something clicks.
He didn’t even flinch as Fynn uttered his comands, and it took him an eternity to get to me.
I would have been at Drake’s mercy without the possibility of anyone being able to come to my defence.
What if I couldn’t have stopped him right there?
Taking a few steps backwards, I sit on a small couch. I remain frozen in shock as a few Omegas come to clean up the mess silently.
I do my best to regulate my erratic breathing as my mind runs hectically, not able to make sense of the things that I’m gathering slowly.
If he is the strongest, and everybody fears him… Why isn’t he the Alpha?
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