Ten years ago, when Finnick lost both his legs during that incident, Mark thought it was over for him.
A broken Alpha. No threat.
But he was wrong.
When Finnick returned years later, confined to a wheelchair, he didn't come back weaker. He came back sharper. Stronger in ways that didn't rely on the body. The power he built through Finnor Group only made that clearer.
He became even more dangerous.
Mark had tried everything over the years, searching for a weakness, something he could use. But Finnick had always been untouchable.
Until me.
The way Finnick looked at me… the way he stayed by my side… that quiet pull between us—it wasn't something he could hide.
And to someone like Mark, that was enough.
A weakness.
An opening.
A cruel smile slowly formed on his face as the thought settled in.
He wouldn't end it quickly.
Not when he could make it hurt.
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The days after I returned home were quiet.
