Chapter 39 Finn Book Novels & Stories

Everything after this was ours. END OF CHAPTER 30 END OF BOOK ONE

I said while looking at Freya from time to time to check if she was following. After a very long look at the book and just when I was about to repeat my question, Freya nodded. With an air of intense concentration, Finn was doing his homework. His answers were correct too. I had briefly explained what they were supposed to do to the twins, but it seemed Finn was the only one to have gotten my explanation. I had dismissed their nanny for the day. I scanned the pages of Finn's book carefully and I could not find a single mistake. His handwriting was neat too. "Good boy, Finn. You did a good job here."

Finn was an alpha of absolute reciprocity. Val coordinated the movement of his mouth and hand, the friction reaching a fever pitch. Finn tugged firmly on his hair, trying to create distance, but Val held his ground, tightening his grip. "I'm at the edge," Finn growled, and Val kept his jaw locked around him as the release shattered through the alpha's system. The thick, hot charge filled Val's mouth, and he swallowed every single drop, remaining anchored between Finn's thighs until the final tremor was spent.

Horde is a group of related Firnes. Firne: this is not the first time I am mentioning this creature, I just decided to make a note on it here, as some of you might have been searching through G****e to get something about it. Unfortunately, this is the first book making a mention of it, as I had just made it up. However, I would write more Firne-fantasy books and I will love you all to follow up on it. Comment your thoughts, please. HAVE A NICE WEEKEND|

“Oh, Avia. You should have seen how careful you were. But nothing is as it seems. Not Tristan. Not me. Not your little life here.” I pressed my hands against my stomach, feeling the baby kick nervously. My fear multiplied. “Look at you,” Finn continued, voice smooth and teasing. “Panicked, helpless, vulnerable. And all of this… it’s because of them,” he nodded toward Brianne. Brianne’s face was pale. She swallowed hard but said nothing. She didn’t try to stop him. “I know everything you’ve done,” Finn whispered, leaning close. His eyes darkened. “The company chaos. The sabotage. Every little piece of it was my plan. And now, you get to watch it unfold. You see the truth now.”

I stare at the Portugal travel book I got last month, trying for the tenth time this hour to concentrate. I end up rereading the same paragraph five times and then give up, slamming the book shut. It’s been three days of Finn taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I’m afraid he’ll see the effect he has on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense brown eyes lock on mine.

I hear from the conversation next to us. One glance tells me all I need—Finn left every detail of our situation, my situation, until he could explain them to his Beta in person. Elian looks me up and down, wide-eyed. Am I going to have to worry about another man fretting over me as if I’ve become a delicate flower overnight? I shoot Elian a rude gesture and a wink. He blinks, then responds in kind. Perhaps Finn has something to learn from his Beta. “And the days in the forest?” I ask Vedran.

Forever. End of book 36

Eventually, I said, “Do you ever feel like if you relax too much, something bad will happen just to remind you not to?” Chase didn’t joke this time. “Yes.” I exhaled slowly. “Good. It’s not just me.” He reached for my hand, squeezed it once. “Nothing’s going to explode today.” “That’s optimistic.” “Fine,” he corrected. “Nothing important is going to explode.” I laughed despite myself and finally sat up. The day didn’t wait just because peace had arrived. By the time I reached the council hall, Finn was already there. He was leaning over a table covered in maps and ledgers, hair still slightly damp like he’d rushed through breakfast. The sight of him like that, focused, serious, too young and

Morning. The words cut through the last softness of the night. Finn sees the truth with painful clarity. Everett belongs to a world of statements, family alliances, powerful marriages, and names that open doors instead of locking them. He belongs to towers, boardrooms, private elevators, guards, contracts, and women like Vera Lawson, polished enough to stand beside him in public without damaging anything. Finn is a poor male Omega from Lark Street who woke behind a gold door. At best, he is a problem Everett protected in private.