Velvet

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Victoria's POV

Sweet velvet...the texture, soft and rough..That's what he's thinking when he looks at me...rough yet soft...I hate having him look at me like that...deciding who I really am...analyzing me to my cellular level.

He takes the glass of milk from Meela, smiling to her, touching her cheek, without the need to smell her first...

"Thank you, Meela...this was nice." I look at Meela "Thank you that was nice." My voice barely a whisper.

"We just need a few minutes." Fin tells Meela as he closes the door, locking it behind him. No interruptions....

"Now, where were we." He kneels down once again between my legs.

"I don't want you fighting with my brother. He's not going to back down from you anymore, Victoria." He's looking at me with eyes of shiny steel, taking in all my thoughts, my facial features...a thought crosses his mind briefly...he likes the color of my eyes, reminds him of Morning Glory Blue....

He takes my smell in, leaning close...closing his eyes before pulling away slightly from me.

The fork he's holding slides into the edge of the cake, sinking into that dark buttercream frosting, slicing through the moist sponge. He lifts the piece to his mouth and takes the first bite....closing his eyes...enjoying the taste.

"Victoria, you need to try and really think things through before you go and challenge an Alpha from another territory, who, I might add has a pregnant mate." He takes another bite of cake, making a show how good it is. Taking the glass out of my hand he drinks a few swallows of milk, so only half remains.

"He could have killed you, it was in his right...He could have hurt you very badly, taught you a hard lesson in submission..." He takes another bite of cake, watching my reactions.

"You would have like that if he killed me? Is that why you didn't help? Maybe secretly hoping he would kill me...so your hands aren't dirty with my death..." I fling the words out to him.

"Help you! You don't need my help...If I thought you needed help against Grey I would have stepped in...but you didn't."

Watching my eyes, he's amazed how icy they get, almost void of color when I get mad. He's taking this all in, saving it for a later time.

"I knew Grey wouldn't kill or hurt you physically, he told me...he was just giving you a lesson in submission. What would happen Victoria if I jumped in...Alpha against Alpha...I don't want to fight Grey anymore. I gave him the Northern pack...I don't want it back" His voice is strained.

"You gave him the Northern pack?" I can't hide the shock in my voice.

"Yes, I was being groomed for the Western pack...Grey was going to be my Beta for the North, but after what happened I just left, I didn't want to be around anyone of them." His words are hard with the memory of all the fighting...his father always having to come between them...the worst part in Fin's eyes is that his father died before he could see that Grey and him became brothers again...

I felt betrayed by Grey. My father was always trying to talk to me about what happened, about forgiveness, I just needed to leave and work things out on my own." He's looking away from me with all those long ago memories...his mother's tears, his younger brother stuck in the middle. Grey taking the beating from Fin's fist.

"So I gave Grey the North. I just gave up and walked away...just like I gave up on you." He's so ashamed on both counts...for giving up on his true pack and giving up on me.

"You could take the pack back from him," I say it quietly. Fin shakes his head no.

"We're finally really starting to become the brothers we were before you...We were so close..he was my best friend...and for many years he was my biggest enemy...I miss him in my life and I want him in our life.." He seems unhappy and happy at the same time thinking about everything him and his brother have been through. They are from the same cell.....that bond can't be broken...they are loyal to each other, always will be. It was easier for Fin to forgive Grey, me i was a stranger..easier to hate a stranger than blood.......I can see thoughts flashing in and out of his mind...

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