When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 89 ARTEMISIA

"Get your dirty hands off her, Finnegan," Logan shouts, making Fynn chuckle as he steps away from me to let himself fall to the floor tackled by his brother.

Logan swings again, punching Fynn right into his face, but doesn't get more than another laugh.

"Stop it!" I scream, trying to get Logan off Fynn. "Stop fighting. What are you doing?!"

My stomach churns at the sound of the repetitive hits, bile already rising in my throat.

Matthew pulls me out of the way gently and starts carrying me away from the two fighting.

"No!" I shriek, fighting against his hold. "Make them stop!"

My panic rises as I sense that Logan is just about to shift, and no one seems to want to intervene.

"Don't worry. They will be fine,” Matthew says as he continues to carry me into the house. “They are always like that.”

Letting my arms slump with a sob, I let him put me down on my feet just to pick me up again. I don't struggle against it anymore, feeling like a doll as I let myself sag into his arms.

He carries me silently to my quarters, letting me calm down by his scent and heartbeat.

At some point, we are passed by a few warriors who run down the stairs, and I guess that they are intervening at last.

Reaching my quarters, he carries me to the bathroom, setting me down on the marble sink. "You had a long journey. Are you hungry?" he asks me as he starts wiping the dried tears sticking to my cheeks from my face with a warm towel.

I nod, and he smiles. "I'll let someone bring you something tasty. That will cheer you up."

"Could you make sure it's without supplements, please?" I ask lowly, making him chuckle.

"Sure," he answers, continuing to wash my face gently. "I don't know what the purpose of those things is anyway."

I roll my eyes, watching him wash the towel before throwing it into the laundry bin. "They said it's for the baby."

"The baby?" My heart flips as his face lights up and he looks at me with sparking eyes.

Chuckling, I nod. "Yes. They want me to be ready when it happens."

"Oh, but we will be ready even without all that stinky brew," he says, caressing a strand of hair out of my face. "The pups will tell us what they need anyway."

"The pups?" I ask, and his grin widens.

"Yes, let's just assume the best possible scenario" he straightens back up, puffing his chest proudly.

I laugh out loud, my heart mending instantaneously by his loving nature.

"Why don't you lie down and rest for a bit? And I'll see that we get you something to eat. What do you think?" he asks, caressing my cheek, and I nod.

He helps me down the sink and follows me out of the bathroom as I drag myself to my bed, feeling totally exhausted.

I hope that we will figure out what is happening soon so that I can finally start enjoying my time in my new home with my mates fully.

My family is starting to ask all the wrong questions and I don't know how long I will be able to keep them unconcerned.

Looks like I will have to talk to Cayden about what I should communicate to my family soon.

As Matthew leaves my room, I cuddle in and even if I think that I will be too anxious to sleep, I'm out like a light as soon as my head hits my pillow.

***

It seems to me like I just fell asleep as I'm woken back up gently.

I hear a sweet and melodic voice call my name, causing me to open my eyes.

“Gamma Matthew asked me to bring you something to eat," the Omega says, and I look up, staring into two big blue eyes.

Blinking repeatedly, I push myself up with a groan. "Thank you so much."

"Daisy has asked me to snuggle in some supplements, but the Gamma told me that we should let those be. So, I'm just leaving them here for you if you want to take them later,” she explains, putting down a small plate with three colourful pills on my nightstand.

I smile, getting up as she proceeds to set my dinner on the table before leaving the room quietly.

She holds the door open for Logan, who steps into the room as she tells me that I'm up.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, and I sit down with a sigh.

"Exhausted," I confess, pushing the plate away from me. "And not hungry, apparently."

He closes the door behind him, reaching me with unhurried steps. "Lisa told me that you were... injured. Do you want me to call Dr. Davis?"

"No, that won't be necessary, but thank you," I smile at him tiredly, and he sits down in front of me.

"Artemisia..." he starts but I shake my head.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Could we not talk about it please?" I ask, and he distorts his face.

With an exhale, he pushes my plate back to me. "Eat! It will make you feel better."

Pulling my plate closer, I start eating slowly while he continues to watch me. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? I really don't want you to be all alone."

I feel bad as I have already promised Fynn to wait for him. As my heart can't take much more of the guilt, I just decide to be honest.

"I've already promised the night to Fynn," I say lowly, avoiding his gaze while playing with my food.

"Didn't he get enough already?" he growls, making me scrunch up my nose.

"You tell me!" I answer with a scoff. "Weren't you involved when you guys decided to replace Matthew with him on the excursion?"

He laughs sardonically, getting my skin to cover in goosebumps. "Sure. We needed Drake to get you first."

"Wow." Slamming my spoon onto my plate, I get up to get back to my bedroom. "I can't believe you guys! Why didn't you simply talk to me?"

"You know exactly how this bothers me!" he snarls, following me.

Grabbing my wrist, he spins me around, pulling me against him. "It makes me sick. But we needed to do what is best for the pack. Also, we were afraid of you getting anxious or running away."

My jaw practically hits the floor.

"What's best for the Pack? What the

fuck, Logan. And for this, you just

sent me into this blindly? You all knew that he would end up fucking me, then? Do you know what risked? Did you even think about

how I was treated by him until we

left?"

“I know, Missy. But that's nothing we could have changed. I just wanted you to feel at ease. Imagine if you knew what we had planned before you

left."

Gasping, I start trying to pull my wrist out of his hold. "Let me go, Logan. You have to be fucking kidding me."

"Calm down, Missy!" he barks, but I just want to get away from him.

"Let me go!" I shriek, but he increases his hold, shaking me.

"Stop it!" he growls lowly, leaning into me and making me stop struggling against his hold.

I whimper, clenching his shirt as I look up to him defiantly. "What about Cayden, then?"

"What about him?" he asks, his eyes roaming my face.

"If you are so set on doing what's best for the pack... Would you let me accept his offer to become Luna?"

His eyes widen, and I force myself not to retreat, even if his gaze triggers fear to stream through my body. "I beg your fucking pardon?"

“He... He asked me to be his Luna.” I

explain, gulping down the lump in my throat "If you want the best for the pack and you send me to bed with your brother for it, I can

certainly accept this offer. Or better,

I should do it at all costs, right?"

His eyes change colours immediately, and I don't even get the gasp out of my lungs as he has already moved.

Entangling his fingers into my hair, he balls his fist and jerks my head back. "Don't tell me you fell for the bastard as well!"

"Logan, you are hurting me!" I breathe out, fear blocking my throat as he leans closer.

He clenches his teeth, before pulling at my hair and letting go of me brusquely, making me stumble.

I look up at him wide-eyed as he crouches down slowly. My heart beats into my throat as he observes me with an angered expression.

It seems like an eternity until he

speaks again Go ahead. Accept his offer if you want. But I'll speak to Cayden and from tomorrow, I will have your things moved into my quarters, where you will stay when you are not scheduled for someone else. So, be a good girl, and tell Fynn about it when he shows up, will you?"

I nod, my voice failing me as I stare at him incredulously.

"Good girl," he grins at me, caressing my chin before getting back up.

His eyes fall on my nightstand where the Omega deposited my supplements and he takes them into his hands. Walking back to my dinner table, he crushes the pills in his hand effortlessly, making the produced dust fall onto my plate.

"Eat up!" he says, and I hug myself as he turns around to me one last time. "I'll ask the Omegas if you did."