When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92
ARTEMISIA

I’m still feeling wobbly on my feet as I watch the Omegas carry my things out of my quarters.

Sighing deeply, I have just accepted my fate and even if my body is revolting against it, I guess that as a Beta Female, it is only reasonable to stay in the Beta’s quarters.

I have also decided against speaking to Cayden as I didn’t want to be the usual crybaby. I guess that as soon as Logan has me by his side, he will calm down a bit and get rid of this possessive behaviour towards me.

Maybe he needs a night alone with me. When he is just like Fynn and wants to get even, maybe I can grant him just that.

“What is happening here?” A deep voice thunders through my quarters, making an Omega let fall the stuff she was carrying right next to me.

She flinches, looking at me with an apologetic expression. “Oh, Missy, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Berta. He just has this effect on people, does he?” I retort with a smile, making her giggle just as Cayden appears in my bedroom.

“Missy?” he stares at the Omega who collects everything hastily, only to stop her at the door. “We have talked about the fact that you can’t return home to your old pack.”

Looking at Berta with a deadly glare, he growls, “You will put these things where you took them, right now.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she answers with a little curtsy before scurrying back into my wardrobe.

I take a sip from my tea as he spreads his arms at me questioningly.

“Logan…” I finally answer. “He is making me move into his quarters.”

“Did I miss something?” he asks, raising a brow at me. “Was there a meeting? Didn’t I get a memo?”

Two Omegas appear in the door, and Cayden turns to them with a growl, making them run back out.

“Everybody out!” he shouts, making a small army of Omegas run out of the various rooms to leave my quarters.

Closing the door behind him, he passes a hand over his face. “So?”

“No. There was no meeting and certainly no memo,” I chuckle. “He told me he would let me move in after I came back, and I didn’t want to fight, so… I’m moving.”

“What did Fynn and Matthew say about this?”

I shrug, taking another sip, “Weren’t excited about it, but I thought it might be best.”

“Best for whom?” he raises his voice, making me take a step back.

“For the peace between brothers. It were a few difficult days for him, and I wanted to comfort him.”

He glares at me for a heartbeat before turning around and opening the door. “This is ridiculous.”

Summoning the Omegas, he gives them an entirely different order.

Poor things.

“You are going to get everything you moved back to this room and where you found it.” He drives a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe him. I will talk to that guy.”

“Thank you,” I smile at him, clinging my nails against the cup in my hands.

Fortunately, the Omegas had just begun to move everything, so they do not have to carry a lot of stuff back.

As the last piece is brought back, they leave the room with a low bow towards their Alpha.

“If he says something, send him to me,” he growls, pointing his finger at me.

I chuckle, playing with my cup. “Sure.”

“Good.” He hesitates a moment before he takes a step towards the door. “I’ll be out of your way then.”

I flash him a tired smile, my heart beating painfully in my chest as I keep wondering if he will say anything about his confession now that we are alone.

But as he opens the door, I have to recognise that he is too much of a gentleman to push it again.

Maybe he thinks I’m not interested or that I don’t like him.

Also, I’m the mate of his brothers.

I talked it out with Matthew last night as well. Fynn had long fallen asleep while we were still talking about all the options and my feelings until he had confirmed what he had already confirmed to me for the umpteenth time.

Namely to go for it, listen to my heart and become Luna of the pack.

But I guess that the best thing was that he was excited about the fact that as a Gamma his job was to protect the Luna, giving him the opportunity to spend more time with me.

Setting down my cup, I take a step forward, giving in to my brain screaming at me to say something and move to stop him. “Cayden?”

“Yes?” he asks, turning around with his hand still on the doorknob.