Fin's Claim

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"Better, how? How will you do that? Listen Fin; you live your life, and I promise you, I'm going to live my life."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Not liking the way she's telling me this.

"You can do whatever you want to do from now on; I will not interfere with your private life. I just want you to give me the same courtesy back." The quickness of my lunge even surprises me. Pulling her body into mine, making sure she understands that she is not to live a life without me in it.

"Victoria you need to stop now. No one will ever be what I can be to you. I won't stand for what you're implying about private life, you are my private life, just like I am your private life. Have faith in me when I say this, I will show this entire pack what a jealous male can do. Don't test me on that." Lips pressed against her ear, words spoken clearly, so she understands just how serious I am.

The wolf inside rumbles his violent growl out vibrating the air not impressed with what she's thinking. He would never allow anyone to sniff around her tail. If she's not scared of me, she needs to understand that male wolf doesn't play games. He's a wolf who knows what he wants, and he will not share her with anyone.

He might have been quiet all these years before he marked Victoria but he will no longer be silent. He will no longer tolerate any female near us or her near any female of male.

Her hand is reaching behind my ear giving it scratch, looking directly in my eyes to the Wild inside. "It's only Finian I find unworthy, you are my king, always." That settles him down enough for my sight to see clearly again. He's puffed out full of his own pride as he retreats inside content.

"Go Fin, just go." Charlie is starting to cry in her crib as Victoria goes to her. Watching her pick her up while leaving her room to go downstairs because I haven't removed myself from her space.

Alone once again, not for long as the demon saunter in all glume, with a sharp smirk across its face while I'm trying to find the picture of Victoria and me to put back on the wall.

Victoria's and Grey's voices are mumbled sound coming from the floor.

Late afternoon eavesdropping does not become me; I just can't turn my ear away from it when I hear whispers start to turn into solid sound.

Grey's voice is rising through the vents into the room, the demon on the bed stretched out stinking up the room with its rot or is it my own ruin I smell?

"Victoria you tell Fin he needs to stay away for a while. I don't want to see his face."

"Grey, I'm not his handler, I will not come between you and him in this fight. It doesn't concern me this time. This fight is between Meela, you and him." A quiet pause from the both of them.

"What did he tell you about what happened?" Grey is pressing Victoria for my details.

"He just said that they kissed, he showed me how they kissed." Her voice is an octave lower in misery. My heart starting to speed up.

"He lies to you, Victoria." That just accelerated my heart rate.

"What do you mean, Grey?" Forgetting my mission to find our picture, instead, pressing my ear against the vent to actually hear her spoken word, the depth of sound falling with her question. The demon joins me with its face just inches from mine the both of us on the floor listening, the forked tongue flicking out touching my skin in annoyance.

"Did he look at your neck with his canine's down ready to mark you? Because I saw it in his eyes, Victoria, while he was kissing my mate, he wanted to mark her. He's always wanted her since the very first smell. He has pursued her, he has taunted me for years that he would have marked her first. When I was healing from putting myself in front of that bear, he repays me by feeling in between my mate's thighs who just pushed out our dead pup." I think I hear a fist bang against something. Grey's voice suffocating me on the truth about myself.