When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61
ARTEMISIA

I don’t think that a scale from one to ten would suffice.

The next day, I’m back at my favourite painting spot, just painting my embarrassment and pain from my soul while Cassy keeps making me want to tear her out of my body with my own hands.

‘See, a little bit more effort and he could be ours,’ she purrs, constantly propagating the same message. ‘We could be Luna.’

“I don’t want to be a Luna,” I murmur, as I slap another load of paint onto the wall.

Right, I would need a higher scale.

Like one to a hundred.

Or a thousand.

After I finished the discussion and kept having flashbacks about the likely most embarrassing scene I have ever pulled in my entire life, I just wanted to drown in my own self-pity.

The worst thing about this entire situation was that I started to think that the rumours might be true regarding a certain aspect and that Cayden was in fact fond of me. My embarrassment fed with my overthinking as my mind started spiralling at the possibility of him not wanting to talk about our encounter and him being in such a bad mood because he was actually hurt as I was fated to his brothers.

Oh, Goddess. Why me?!

Sighing deeply, I fight hard to ignore the squeezing of my chest and continue painting.

My emotions are already scrambled all over the place as Fynn’s scent keeps wafting around me as he decided to be one of the warriors helping with the constructions today as well, and this doesn’t help my current state of mind at all.

As an annoying giggling reaches my ears, and Drake growls in my head, I turn around to see who the honeyed voice belongs to.

A beautiful she-wolf with blonde hair and a smoking hot body is obviously flirting with my mate while he grins at her like an idiot.

Must be the she-wolf he is dating and wants to get off with.

I squint my eyes as she must obviously know that I am his mate. And she also must have seen me standing here.

The fucking audacity of both of them.

Closing my hand to a fist, I risk hurting myself as my fingers clasp the grip of the brush.

I don’t care, I scoff to myself and turn around to act like I didn’t see it.

‘I don’t like her. Her voice makes my ears bleed,’ Drake growls, making me laugh.

‘Well,’ I answer in my mind, looking over my shoulder to see him beam at her while she touches his arm. ‘Fynn seems to like her a lot.’

Drake doesn’t seem to like my reaction to the situation, and his voice gets angrier. ‘Want me to tear her head off, mate?’

He chuckles threateningly as I can literally sense him pacing hungrily. ‘I bet he won’t find her that attractive decapitated.’

‘Oh, Goddess, no!!!’ I shout and freeze.

Only as I feel him retreat offended, do I push out a breath of relief.

As I keep acting unbothered, I can sense a murmuring going through the crowd, and just as I look down from my scaffold, I see two Omegas looking up at me with a pitiful expression, before they quickly avert their gaze.

Great, just great!

I squint my eyes, as her laugh gets louder and I decide not to want to take this humiliation anymore.

Throwing my brush into the bucket full of paint, I stupidly stain my dress with the splashing that the impact of my brush generates. I groan and as I take a step back to look at my dress, I don’t realise that the splatter must have made me step back to the border of the scaffold already.

The next thing I know is that I miss a step.

My throat can’t even produce a sound as I fall backwards, my brain just registering the collective gasping of the crowd.

Clenching my eyes closed and bracing myself for the impact, I notice that it never comes.

Quite the contrary happens as I feel warmth enveloping me, my senses drowning in his mouth-watering scent.

I hear a groan, and Fynn’s cursing reaches my ears as I open my eyes to look at his rage-distorted face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He barks, as he holds me securely in his arms.

I would grin to myself, gloating about the fact that his blonde hottie wasn’t that interesting to miss me falling if this wasn’t absolutely cringeworthy.

“I- I…” I have just begun to stutter as our attention gets caught by a strange rattling sound.