Page 74 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

Julian gave a sharp nod, his expression unreadable but firm.

"Understood."

I turned to face the group of security vampires.

"Listen up," I said, my voice commanding. "The lives of two people are in our hands right now. I want you all on high alert. No mistakes. Any breach in security, and it’s on you."

They stood in formation, listening closely.

“We’re not just protecting this house,” I continued, glancing at the entrance. "We’re keeping Sienna and Amelia alive. Do not underestimate the danger outside these walls. Orson was just the beginning."

I felt the weight of the situation as their eyes met mine, each of them nodding in silent acknowledgment. I turned back to Julian.

“Keep everyone sharp. I want constant updates.”

“Will do,” Julian said before turning away to organize the team.

Later in the night, I poured myself a glass of blood, my eyes lingering on the rich crimson liquid as I lifted it to my lips. The door creaked open, and Finn stepped in.

“Care for a drink?”

Without a word, he walked over, settling into the chair beside me. I poured him a glass of whiskey, its amber hue a stark contrast to the blood in my glass.

“Human blood?” Finn asked, his voice low with a mixture of curiosity.

I didn’t flinch.

“Yes,” I replied. “It’s human blood. I own a blood bank. People donate their blood and get paid for it.”

“Don’t you drink animal blood?” Finn pressed, watching me closely.

“No. It burns my throat.” I leaned back, letting the silence settle between us for a moment. The conversation felt lighter than I expected.

Finn’s eyes flickered, a trace of something unresolved crossing his face.

“You realize Amelia’s in love with both of us, right?”

I hadn’t expected the conversation to turn this direction. For a moment, I didn’t answer, studying the glass in my hand, the faint traces of blood swirling in the bottom.

“I had my suspicions,” I said finally, my voice quiet, measured. “But I won’t back down from making her mine. She belongs with me.”

I could see the conflict in Finn’s eyes, the same fire burning in me, and knew he wouldn't let this go without speaking his mind.

“What if we don’t have to fight for her?” Finn’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication. “What if we both have her? She clearly wants both of us.”

I leaned forward slightly, my brow furrowed.

“You mean... Polyamory?”

Finn’s lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.

“Yes. Polyamory. Two men, one woman. No one has to lose.”

I leaned back, considering his words; Polyamory was a foreign concept to me, one I had never entertained and couldn’t easily embrace.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not that simple. I want her. And I won’t share her, Finn. She belongs with me.”

Finn didn’t flinch. Instead, he held my gaze, unwavering.

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