Page 15 of Unwanted

Nah, he wouldn’t do that. I was sure of it. Still, I imagined him wrapping his strong arms around me… He was so muscular, not much less than most alphas. He was about 6'2", which put him on the taller side for betas. Alphas were usually at least 6'4".

I remembered how easily he had picked me up on that cliff, like I weighed nothing—which wasn’t far from the truth. I wanted him to carry me like that again. I even thought about pretending to twist my ankle, but that seemed too childish.

I closed my eyes, picturing him kissing me, his mouth brushing my cheek, then moving down to my lips. When I opened my eyes, trying to shake off the pleasure from the vision, I saw Finn looking at me intently. I smiled shyly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Oh, crap. Busted. I had to lie to save face.

"Just, uh, random park thoughts. Nothing exciting." I played it off.

Finn didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on my face for a moment, sliding briefly down to my lips before quickly darting back to the lake. Oh, hello… did he entertain the same fantasy?

About half an hour later, we decided to head back because Finn insisted, I should have a solid lunch. His concern for me was honestly so nice, a huge change from what I was used to in my past, when no one really cared about whether I ate or asked how I was feeling.

I realized how dangerous this was, how easy it would be to fall for someone caring like Finn, like a lost puppy, just because he showed me a little bit of kindness… A part two—of beingself-destructive and hopeless? Most likely, his behavior was just simple human kindness and warmth. Meanwhile, I, starved for affection, might be reading too much into it.

So, I promised myself I’d keep my reactions in check and not let my gratitude toward Finn turn into something unhealthy, like another fixation, despite his continuous assurance that he wouldn’t mind having someone obsessed with him. He probably only said that to avoid making me feel judged.

When we got back home, I was exhausted. Out of shape and weakened from not eating or moving much in the past month and a half, I was really drained. After lunch, I decided to take a nap, and Finn sat down to work on a research paper he had to finish.

I woke up later in the afternoon, and Finn casually suggested we go into the city—he knew a nice café by the sea.

So we did. The place was charming, full of other couples, which gave the whole spot a romantic vibe.

We chatted for a bit about the food—they had some interesting dishes on the menu. Since it was getting close to dinner time, we ordered some unique and delicious appetizers.

Soon, a rather pretty omega waiter came over with our plates. As he set the food down in front of Finn, he managed to drop a few leaves of salad right onto Finn’s lap. Irritation sparked through me like wildfire; I was practically seeing red. While he tried to pick up the leaves, his fingers were right near Finn’s crotch, all the while apologizing, smiling, and trying to be sweet.

Finn looked a bit confused and didn’t react much, so when the omega lowered his hand to wipe a dab of garlic sauce from Finn’s belt, I’d had enough.

I made a weird, raspy noise that came out as… well, nothing coherent. It wasn’t the typical omega warning sound,and it definitely wasn’t anything betas usually make, so yeah—I embarrassed myself. But I didn’t give a damn.

I shot up to my feet. "Can you stop?!"

Everyone around us froze, staring as I went full-on territorial right in the middle of the restaurant. I clenched my jaw, practically shooting daggers at the waiter with my glare.

The guy turned to me, holding his hands up in apology. "I’m sorry, I just… made a mess—"

"Just back off! Don’t touch what’s not yours!"

What the hell did I just say? But there it was. Finn just stared at me, stunned. The waiter stepped back, his face turning bright red. "I’m sorry, sir," he mumbled before hurrying off.

I glanced around—people were definitely paying attention. I didn’t care about that, but Finn’s reaction? I cared about that. And his eyes were locked on me with this warm, almost amused look. Then he smiled—widely.

I swallowed, feeling my face heat up as I sat back down. "We should probably skip dessert… I’m guessing they’ll spit in it after that. Sorry," I muttered, clearing my throat.

"You’re just… so cute!" Finn exclaimed suddenly, his own cheeks flushing as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

For a second, I didn’t know what to answer.

"Wait… you’re not mad?" I asked, my voice going all squeaky like a little mouse’s.

Finn chuckled. "Mad? That was kind of… hot."

Strange example of ‘hot’ behavior, but that was fine as long as it was coming from his lips!

"Uh, well, but we’re not, you know… I don’t have any claim on you," I mumbled, my voice so muffled he probably barely heard me.

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