Page 53 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“But what if I’m not?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What if all of this—Orson, the danger, everything—is because of who I was? What if I’m just a pawn in some bigger game?”

Finn’s jaw tightened, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.

“You’re not a pawn,” he said, his voice sharp with conviction. “And if anyone tries to use you, they’ll have to go through me first. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Amelia.”

His words hit me like a wave, washing away some of the fear that had been gnawing at me. A small, hesitant smile tugged at my lips.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

He nodded, his expression softening.

“I do,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re important to me, Amelia. More than you realize.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I felt a warmth spread through me despite the chaos swirling around us.

“Finn… I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.”

He leaned closer, his gaze intense.

“You don’t have to find out,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As the helicopter descended, hope flickered in me for the first time in ages. The villa appeared, sleek and modern, seamlessly woven into the mountains.

“This is… yours?” I asked, my voice filled with awe.

Finn nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah. It’s one of my safe houses.”

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.

“A firefighter with a mountain villa? Finn, what aren’t you telling me?”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment before meeting mine again.

“There’s a lot I haven’t told you, Amelia,” he admitted. “But I think it’s time you knew everything.”

The helicopter landed, and Finn helped me out, his hand lingering on mine. As we neared the villa, the doors slid open, a soft feminine voice greeting us.

“Welcome home, Finn.”

I froze, my eyes widening.

“Voice automation? Finn, what is this place?”

“It’s my sanctuary. Come on, I’ll show you around,” he chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice.

Inside was stunning, sleek and minimalist, with panoramic mountain views and air scented with pine and earth.

I turned to him, crossing my arms.

“Finn, how does a firefighter afford something like this?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not just a firefighter, Amelia, my family is one of the oldest and richest werewolf lineages in the world,” he said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “My father was the Alpha of our pack, and when he died, the title passed to me.”

I blinked, trying to process his words.

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