When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Artemisia

"So, you are a doctor?" Matt's eyes sparkle as he questions me.

"Erm... yes," I say shyly, scooping my potatoes from one side of the plate to the other.

My eyes keep snapping over to Fynn, who is eating all by himself at a table in a corner. His unpleased frown about his momentary situation has me chuckling internally. I shock myself at the thought of him being cute and shake my head as if wanting to free my head from the thought.

"Is something wrong with the food?" Logan asks, making me shake my head.

With a sigh, I lay my fork down on my plate and flash him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm just sad that I had to leave my family, so my stomach doesn't seem to fancy any food intake at the moment."

Logan laughs, as he puts his arm onto the back of my chair. "Don't worry. Your appetite will come back soon enough."

I gulp as I get captured by his gaze, and force a smile. "I'm sure about that."

It is surprising how these triplets seem to be total opposites of each other. I'm surely used to twins because of my family, but the differences between them have never been so contrasting. My brothers are more like teams rather than individuals.

While Matthew is of the sweet and shy kind, Logan seems to be more of the confident, flirtatious type of guy. And, as both of them hold something caring in their being, Fynn is only and simply an asshole.

Which he, by the way, presents anew as he scoffs at his brother's remark.

"She is just a spoiled princess."

I keep myself from gasping by crossing my arms and ignoring him. As I'm acting like I wouldn't care I could swear that I feel his glare on me, his strong displeasedness wafting over me.

Stupid prick.

"Is the pack house always this empty?" Wanting to change the subject, I look around. "Just you and the staff?"

The men laugh, and Matthew

shakes his head, "No, we are usually very chaotic over here, and it is

practically a wonder that they

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you. But Fynn had them vacate to make sure you weren't too overwhelmed."

"Aaw, thank you, Fynn." A warm feeling streams from my heart, feeling honest gratitude, even if all I get for my thanks is a grunt.

I don't care anyway!

After I finished dinner, and finally managed to convince Matthew and Logan that I'm fine, and have eaten enough, I get a tour of the house.

While Matthew and Logan chat along happily, Fynn follows us sulking with his hands buried in his pockets.

Cayden disappears into his office, which is apparently situated on the second floor. He gives one last instruction before he leaves me alone with my mates.

"Finnegan, don't forget your penalty."

Fynn growls before he storms out of the house, leaving the huge entrance door open. He reaches the middle of the gateway before shifting into his wolf. I watch after him mesmerized as he throws his head back, his black fur calling for me as it shines under the moonlight. His loud howl ripples through my bones, drowning me in his discontentment before he takes off to run into the woods.

"Such a show-off." Logan scoffs, passing me to close the door, and freeing me from my trance.

I smile at him as he walks back towards us and sighs exhausted.

This is going to be stressful.

***

"And this is your room."

I gasp audibly as Logan opens the door to my quarters, taking my breath away.

The entire tour up here was already too much for me to bear. We had started on the first floor as we came out of the large dining hall situated just half a floor lower.

It started alright as we strolled

through the big rooms on the floor, where they held the community rooms, game rooms, cinemas, and everything a heart would desire as a pastime. They explained to me that there is always a lot of movement by the people of the pack and the unmated warriors as they love to spend their evening here when they don't go out to the nearest town.