When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 30 Artemisia

“As Alpha Saviano rejected me, we were a couple. Our parents and our packs were already waiting for us to return back home from university as mates. So, Cassy started to feel like… You know… She thought she would be Luna. And as he rejected us, he stripped everything from us at that moment. He broke my heart and shattered her stupid power-lusting dream. And then, as I was already sad and broken, she started accusing me of being the reason for him not wanting me. She told me about how I was too weak, how I wasn’t exciting or attractive enough for him to keep me as a mate.”

I take a deep breath, as a wave of sadness of my memories crashes over me.

Distorting my face, I fight hard to keep myself from crying as I don’t want him to think that I’m still stuck emotionally with the prick. Just as I feel like I’m losing the fight, I suddenly feel a wave of warmth and comfort wash through me. Even before I notice the sparks on my skin, I see that Fynn has scooted to the edge of his seat, laying his hand on my arm.

He doesn’t really look like he wants to give any solace, but he does, and here I am.

My stupid mate-bond heart filling itself with joy.

Wiping my eyes with my free hand, I find the strength to carry on. “First, I thought… You know… That she was hurt, and was just in pain. So, I kind of let her insult me, thinking it would stop. But it never stopped. It got worse, and one day, like three months after the rejection, she told me that I was boring and that she would reject me too if she could. So, she stopped talking to me. I never shifted or had her participating in my life ever again if not for her disparaging comments.”

I take a deep breath, as he is still caressing me, his arm lying on my bed. “You are fucking with me, right?”

Shaking my head while my stomach churns at his question and his creepy grin, I try to keep my cool.

As he inhales deeply, throwing his hands over his head, I retreat my hand with a gulp. “Fynn?” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Who the fuck knows about this?” He growls, making me jerk back.

“Well, my family does. My pack and of course, Ri- Alpha Saviano.” I stutter out as he continues to glare at me.

“So, I’m the only one who knows here.” His voice holds so much disgust that my chest tightens.

Nodding, I get him to pass his hands over his face distressed. “I have to tell you all. I just didn’t know when would have been the right time.”

“How about the first fucking time when I asked you why your wolf wasn’t responding to mine!” He shoots forward clasping the rails of my hospital bed, and I fear that he will break it.

Pushing down my hurt, I hold my forearms. “What for? For you to reject me sooner?”

“Well, at least you could have been a decent human being, and tell me the truth. But you were smarter than that, weren’t you?” He pushes out a cold laugh that sends an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

“What do you mean?” I ask, gulping down the bile rising in my chest,

He shakes his head, as his tongue wets his lip, and I can clearly see that he is fighting to keep his wolf in check.

“Your fucking family should have informed us of such a thing. This is not information you withhold,” he whisper-shouts, clearly not wanting to attract the night nurses.

As if all his growling until now has gone undetected.

“I beg your fucking pardon,” I gasp, feeling on the verge of crying.

“Also, what an intelligent little mate you are. Perfect. You played on us falling for you before you handed out such detail about you being wolfless. Get that mate bond clicking before we can reject you easily.” He chuckles, as he spreads his arms before letting them slump again.

Panic bubbles up my chest, like a tentacle it lays itself around my throat, tightening its grip. “I’m not wolfless,” I barely manage to push out as he laughs.

Good thing he was whisper-shouting a second ago.

“And it wasn’t some stupid game from my side,” I raise my voice as I shift to sit on my knees. “I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” He stands before me, his darkened eyes scanning my face.

Every grin, smile, and mocking laugh disappeared from his features, leaving just disgust and hate.

“Scared. Of. What?” He repeats through clenched teeth as I am shell-shocked.

“Your rejection,” I answer, making him tsks.

“Bullshit, Artemisia!” Him growling my name, has me shifting to sit on my heels.

“That’s not-” I start, but he interrupts me right away.

“Try to be honest for once.” He yells, making my blood freeze in my veins.

Shaking my head, I clutch the bedsheets. “Don’t-”

“Stop with the bullshit, Artemisia.” I sob as I hate how he snarls my name.

My eyes fill with tears again as I finally look back up at his gorgeous face which is now distorted with rage.

“That you would execute me,” I whisper, and his eyes widen.

“What?” He barks, making me flinch.

“That you would execute me. Kill me. Because you are monsters, and I’m not worthy of you. I never will be!” I scream, pain coursing through my veins.

Fynn remains standing at the foot of my bed for another moment, before he scoffs, pinching his bottom lip.

“Yeah, sure.”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “Want to tell me again how you were Luna material?”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I gasp, throwing the first thing I can grasp.

As expected, he catches the glass effortlessly, but in a downward motion, he lets it shatter against the wall and floor behind him.

Water droplets fall everywhere as I breathe heavily, and he just grins.

“Don’t have to tell me that twice, sweetheart.”