When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31
Finnegan

I nearly rip the door out of its frame as I open it with rage streaming through my veins.

Taking a few steps, I only catch my breath as I hear the door close behind me.

I nearly suffocate at the sadness and pain wafting through me, and I figure that they must be Artemisia’s emotions.

Fucking mate bond.

I think about going to town and fuck another she-wolf just to make her suffer.

To have her go through the pain I felt in that prison cell and is now pumping out into my chest.

But my wolf goes fucking feral at the sole thought.

It really takes all of me not to lose control and give over to my wolf who is fighting with all his might to get back to his mate.

The shattered glass that I took with me on my way out, crunches beneath my shoes as I reach the round reception desk situated in the middle of the station.

The two nurses sitting on their chairs shivering, and acting like they hadn’t just pissed themselves, look at me with big eyes.

They must have heard everything as we were shouting at each other, not thinking of the other patients who would have another perfect gossipy story to tell about me in town.

That I can’t even treat my mate decently.

“Hey,” I shout, hitting my hand on the desk, making them flinch. “Hurry up to clean the mess. A glass fell on the floor.”

“Sure, sir!” One of them stutters before she scurries off.

“And don’t slip on the blood,” I growl, starting to walk again.

‘Return to mate.’ Drake growls, making me chuckle.

‘Absolutely not, old boy!’

I try concentrating on my steps as I keep pushing him down.

But his desire to go back to her as her scent is vanishing gets stronger by the second.

‘She is scared. Mate needs us,’ he pushes forward again, making me groan.

‘Stop it! She is a fraud. She lied to us.’ I hiss at him, making him even angrier.

‘She is scared! Mate needs us!’ He repeats, making me roll my eyes.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ I growl, opening the double doors to the outside with a bang.

She called us monsters, and it burns my guts as I can’t really contradict her.

Because I’m certainly one.

Standing on the lawn before the pack hospital, I turn my forearm towards me to look at the long cut that a sharp shard slit from my wrist upwards.

‘Imagine if it had hit mate,’ Drake nearly whimpers, making me ball my fist.

‘Shut the fuck up!’

I watch my wound get surrounded with black smoke that seems to come out of it as it heals it instantaneously.

‘You weren’t honest with her either,’ Drake snarls, and I let my arm slump with a dry laugh.

‘Fuck off already.’

I start running into the forest, resisting the instinct to shift as Drake would surely hurry back to his mate.

Speeding up, I only stop in front of a border to another pack territory.