Hunger Games Finnick Odair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Why is he here? I don’t know him.” The boy smiles and holds out his hand, as he replies, “I’m Finn. I’m so glad to get to meet you. I’ve heard so much….” What the heck? Ignoring his outstretched hand, I whip my focus towards my friend and hiss, “Owen, that still doesn’t explain why he is here with us. Stop beating around the bush and tell me why he is sitting with us.” Owen smiles and then turns towards Finn. As my friend pulls Finn’s outstretched hand back, Owen replies, “He is my mate. He is my omega.”

"Eat your food." Arya obediently reached for a piece of meat. Before she could take it, Daxiel picked it up first and brought it to her lips. Without thinking, she leaned forward and took a bite. Finn watched the interaction silently. His blue eyes grew colder. Daxiel noticed immediately. Their gazes met. For a brief moment, the air itself seemed to crackle. Neither looked away. The tension was suffocating. Then— "FINNNNN!" A loud scream shattered the atmosphere.

No wonder Finn would rather live on the streets than stay there. He crawled toward me on his knees. "Mom… Have you seen my mom?" So, he didn't even recognize me. Since leaving Melvin and him behind, I'd dropped nearly 20 pounds and gotten my looks back. Neil gave me a quick look. "Who's the kid?" I shook my head. "No clue. Never seen him." Then, Finn seemed to recognize my voice. His face lit up with hope, only to fall apart in desperate sobs. "Mom, I was wrong… I'm so hungry. I want your honey-glazed pork chops… please take me home… Mom…"

“Take my clothes off. Slowly.” Finn and Ash worked together. They unbuttoned his vest and his shirt. Finn’s hands shook as he undid Daddy’s belt. They took off all his clothes, leaving him naked. His body was hard and muscled. His dick was thick, hard, and leaking. “Finn, you were good,” Elias said, stroking Finn’s hair. “You get a reward. Suck my dick. Show me how much you want it.” Finn didn't wait. He leaned forward and put the head of Daddy’s dick in his mouth. He moaned at the taste. He licked the leaking fluid and then took it deeper, trying to take the whole thing.

He simply opened his eyes, those shifting, liquid silver eyes—and looked at me like he’d lived a thousand lives and remembered each one. And then he reached for me. I pulled him into my arms, tears running freely down my cheeks. “I missed you,” I whispered. “Every second.” He didn’t respond. Just held me. Like he was the adult. Like *he* knew what I needed. Later, as he slept again—peacefully this time—I found Finnick on the roof of the longhouse, staring out toward the distant peaks. The mountains were trembling. He saw me approach and didn’t turn.

But then he continued, “Memory loss and insanity aren’t the same thing. I believe you call it ‘apples and limes,’ yes?” “Oranges. Apples and oranges.” His speech pattern was an odd mix of formality and slang, which just added to the weirdness. “Who are you?” He stopped pacing and looked slightly shamefaced. “Sorry. I’m Finn. Well, Finn. The Lycan warrior. Friends of Alpha Ethan and his brother Vergel. You must remember us, I mean, yeah—But if anyone here knew that, they’d rip me to shreds.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register. As her jaw dropped, he held out a hand. “So let’s just go with ‘Finn,’ okay?”

Finn just winked, smug beyond all reason. After class, Finn insisted on escorting me across campus. Halfway there, Gunner intercepted us on the courtyard steps. He held out a steaming paper bag. “You didn’t eat.” My heart squeezed. “I had tea.” “That’s not food.” Gunner pushed the bag gently into my hands and gave my cheek a fast, firm kiss before Finn could protest. But Finn did protest—dramatically. “That’s cheating,” Finn said. “I was walking her.” “And I’m feeding her,” Gunner replied simply.

Octavia “Please, you need to go down. We have rules for a reason. The alpha wasn’t happy last night,” Finn pleaded with me as I scoffed “I am not eating anything that this place prepares. I would rather starve to death,” I shot crawling up in a ball as I looked at him, his face full of worry, but I have done such fasts before and I can survive without water and food for days. “Starve to death? You realize that’s also asking me to die, which I can’t do because I think I have a shot at finding my mate?” He raised a brow, and I chuckled, shaking my head.