Beth Finch Novels & Stories

Speechless and amazed. Juliet- Even Duke is stunned. You really are breathtaking. Me- I noticed Finch hasn’t breathed since he saw me. Juliet- Yep. I walk to him and touch his chest. Finally, he starts breathing again. “It was Bear,” I tell him. “Anderson is hurt, but he wants us to be happy.” “He needs to leave the packhouse,” Finch tells me. “I agree,” I nod. “But he is still your son.” Finch’s eyes go wide and then blank. He is talking to Duke. Suddenly, Duke is in my head too.

“You won’t make it in time.” “Maybe,” I allow. “But here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to run toward your hole. You’re going to show me the door. And then, Finch, you’re going to have to decide whether you stand up in the sun like a man or whether you keep calling yourself furniture.” “Bold,” he sneers, but the fear is sweat-sweet. “You’ll shoot me in the back.” “I don’t shoot rabbits,” I say, and let Onyx out just enough to paint Finch with a scent tag, a twist of iron-ash and river mint, slicked off my cuff onto the collar of his jacket. He doesn’t feel it. He bolts and I let him.

His nostrils flared wildly, taking in a massive gulp of air. "Well, well, well," Finch muttered, thumping his boots heavily against the floor as he walked straight toward my couch. "What’s a pretty little Ashbourne stray doing all the way down on South Water Street?" My stomach did a nervous flip, but I forced my posture to stay relaxed. No shrinking back. I didn't shrink back or lower my head like a beat-down Omega. "I'm sitting on a couch," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

He picked up his phone and began to fumble as he scrolled down… * Bianca was having some difficulty in handling the large vehicle. it was a bit tricky at the best of times. And with the snow lashing down on the windscreen, obscuring her vision, which was already blinded with tears of hurt and rage, she sighed. Where in the name of heaven was she heading off to? Where could she go? She needed to get away from her Masters, alright, not poor Saint. In her heart, Bianca knew that Finn St Just might be a dominant, an Alpha who would whip and inflict pain. but from what she knew, he had never left her side, had never gone back to his old hunting grounds once she was part of their family.

Amy just gave a small smile and nods before pulling Carl with her but not before telling Finley to go back to bed. Finley's eyes turned from confused to a concerned look, she took one last stare at Phillip's back before going back to her. It moved her. Finley takes it as a memory, just like what had happened to her brother Baxter who suffered in so much pressure and emotional torture, but the thing is... there's something in Phillip that is much more than what had Baxter suffered through and she ought to help him too, just like what she did before... to her brother.

"No, but… I was getting up to leave. Then I saw that Finchby was there. He was bidding on her." "Finchby? Who...?" For a moment his voice is puzzled, then, "Finchby! That bastard from down by the docks that beats the girls 'til they deliver?" "Yes. Him. He was bidding for Charlotte, and he looked set to win the auction..." There's horror in his voice. "Christ! What would have happened to her if…" "Exactly, I may not be every maiden's dream, but I'm a pussycat compared to him." Michael sighs down the phone. "Okay, so you've got her, and you fucked her. Is she alright?"

Something inside me was pulling me closer to him, begging me to hear him out, but it wasn't that easy… even if I was going to eventually give in, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. But letting him back in?... That wasn't going to happen. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when Finch approached me, his steady presence a welcome anchor in the tumult of emotions. His expression was one of concern, his eyes reflecting the same depth of understanding that had drawn me to him since the day we first met. "Alpha Lyra, are you okay?" Finch asked, his voice gentle yet filled with genuine concern. He was always there, a steadfast companion in the midst of chaos, his unwavering loyalty a testament

Binx rubs his head against me and extends a paw, batting at the invitation. “I know,” I say, agreeing with his thoughts. “I’ve worked this hard to move on and build my own life, and life has been pretty good.” I start to open the envelope and stop. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I? I’m just going to open it.” Binx steps into my lap, purring. I open the invitation and let out a snort of laughter. “You’d think this was an invite to the Royal Wedding. I bet the food will be good at least.”

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

She was so busy that she had lost track of time. Aiden was back at the manor but it was silent, Matilda had gone out of town for a fashion show, she was back working as a model. The butler stepped out to welcome him. Welcome sir. “Where is she?” Who? Aiden threw him a cold gaze. Ohhhh. Sir, Miss Finch is not yet back home. Aiden looked at his watch, it was so late, he glanced at the door before going up to his room. The Exclusive Bar