When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 25 “How lovely to see that you are having fun.”

Fynn’s darkened glare feels like a stab in my heart.

I’m still frozen to my spot, my throat closed by a knot made out of worry and fear as Logan pushes me behind him slightly, shielding me from his brother.

His touch feels soothing and alarming at the same time, and I gulp not able to tear my eyes off Fynn’s.

He is just sitting there with his jaw clenched, and it pains me how much anger and disgust courses through me.

The emotions overpower me to the extent that I feel like throwing up.

“What are you doing here?” Matthew asks, making Fynn look at him.

He tilts his head, his grin morphing his face into a deadly grimace. “Nothing, just sitting here waiting to have breakfast with my mate.”

“No, he means… When the fuck did they let you out of the cell?”

He chuckles looking at Logan. “Only this morning.” My heart stops as he turns his head to look back at me. “Just as the agony got worse again.”

In the blink of an eye, he moves to stand before us. My breath hitches in my throat as he growls, tilting his head at me.

His shoulder touches Logan’s as he leans in to me, while I try not to flinch back as it will lead to him losing his mind completely.

“You reek horribly,” he snarls, making my heart squeeze painfully. “Tell me, little mate, what did you do all night and this beautiful morning?”

“Stop it!” Logan hisses, stepping into him to get him to straighten his spine and get away from me.

Fynn growls, not amused about his brother’s intervention. “I don’t think that my mate needs to be protected from me.”

Logan and Matthew lower their heads for a second, and I guess they must feel as bad as I do.

“What the fuck did you do, huh?” Fynn asks, looking between the two. “We had a fucking deal.”

“They didn’t sleep with me!” I blurt out, wanting to save the situation, but it only gets me another deadly glare. “I- I begged them too, but they told me about the deal and kept their promises.”

What the hell am I even saying?!

As if it would make anything better!

Fynn’s eyes switch colors, the red flecks swirling in his darkened irises.

“Is this really true, little mate?” His threatening and mocking grin reappears on his face as he tilts his head at me. “Why do you stink so strongly of their cum?”

My breath hitches in my throat, and I can’t keep myself from taking a step back anymore, getting rage to flash through his eyes.

Logan takes a step forward, bumping into Fynn’s shoulder. “Don’t talk to her like that. If you start making her feel bad she will never accept us.”

“We wanted her to be a bit obsessed with us as well,” Matthew chimes in, stepping into his way behind Logan. “She was always thinking about you in your cell, we had to act before we became third-class mates.”

Fynn laughs loudly, my skin rising in goosebumps at the sound.

“Perfect, Matty, go ahead, boost his ego.” Logan reprimands him, shaking his head.

“And here I was thinking you had already made up your mind about rejecting us, seeing how your wolf talked about us.” Fynn is still mocking me as the other two turn to look at me dumbfounded.

“Your wolf talked to him?”

I shake my head, taking a step backwards. “No, she was talking to me. She never talked to him.”

“Yeah,” Fynn barks out a laugh, looking like he was having the time of his life.

Even if I feel the contrasting emotion of pure disappointment and hurt wrapping around my heart.

“She thinks we are scum.”

My gasp mixes with their growls while Cassy chuckles in my head. “That is not true!” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Let her tell me this,” Fynn provokes, his grin getting wider.

“He is right, Missy,” Logan says while turning towards me. “You should let her talk to us directly.”

My breathing gets heavier as I look between them panickedly. While Logan and Matthew have their eyebrows knitted, nearly seeming honestly worried, Fynn is still grinning as if he was happy to see me struggle.

Such an idiot.

“I can’t force her,” I whisper, my voice failing me as I see Logan lowering his head with a click of his tongue.

Fynn puffs his chest triumphantly, and anger bubbles up in me, but it is soon replaced by despair as he pushes further, without having his brothers contradicting him anymore.

“You shouldn’t have to force a wolf to talk to her mate. She should be purring automatically when seeing me.” He snarls threateningly while breaking through his brother’s barrier slowly.

‘Cassy, please.’ I beg her as he steps closer, leaning down and flashing me his sharp canines.

But she doesn’t answer me and keeps giggling in the back of my mind.

I am used to her attitude by now, and her ignoring me, but her strange behavior since this morning is quite alarming.

As I feel cornered by Fynn and my desperation now fills my chest, holding my heart hostage, my brain blacks out, making even my wolf shut up. “Why don’t you reject me then?”

“What?” Fynn loses his arrogant expression immediately, and a threatening growl rumbles from him.