Deimos POV My dark tattooed skin looks deadly against Elizabeth’s pale white skin. My fingers flex around her neck, but I don’t squeeze. I hold her head so she can’t look away from my eyes. I expect her to be afraid, but she is not. Instead of fear, her eyes are filled with lust. I have to remind myself that it is only my blood in her veins that is making her feel this way. She didn’t feel the bond between us before. Our lips are dangerously close to meeting. I can feel her breath against my skin, and her scent of roses is driving me insane. “You should leave,” I tell her, but I do not release her neck from my hand. “Why?” She whispers in response. “Because you only feel this way because of my blood,” I remind her with a low growl. “I am not leaving,” she breathes out seductively. “You don’t know what you are asking,” I warn her. “I know exactly what I am asking for,” she responds. Elizabeth looks up at me from beneath her lashes and licks her lips. Running my
Liz POV I know I should feel embarrassed because Stella just walked in on our little play time, but I can’t focus on anything but Deimos’s fingers in my core and his breath on my neck. My hand is still tightly gripped around his wrist. I know I should stop what we are doing, but the tingles spreading across my skin make it hard to end it. Plus, it isn’t like my hand on his arm is keeping him from sliding his fingers between my folds. I loosen my grip around his wrist but don’t let go. Holding onto him gives me the illusion that I am in control of the situation when we both know I am not. “Someone else could walk in,” I whisper, trying to contain the moans escaping from my mouth. “That’s what makes it fun,” Deimos laughs. “The risk of being caught.” I have to admit he is right. The thought of someone walking in and finding Deimos and me together is exciting. I can feel myself getting wetter just thinking about being caught. Deimos pushes my hair off my neck and nibb
Liz POV My heart is pounding in my chest as I follow Nico out of the gym. There is a car waiting for us outside. I hesitate to get inside when Nico opens the door for me. “Tick-tock, Liz,” Nico smirks. “You don’t want to keep me waiting.” Swallowing the lump that has risen in my throat, I slide into the back of the car, and Nico pushes his way in beside me. I scoot across the backseat, trying to put as much distance between Nico and myself as possible. I am pressed against the vehicle door, and Nico slides close enough that our legs are touching. He lays a hand on my leg, and I have to fight the urge to vomit. “Don’t touch me,” I hiss at Nico. Nico laughs loudly and squeezes my leg before signaling the driver to take off. The driver hammers on the gas, and the tires screech as the car lurches forward. I assume that Nico is taking me back to the pack house, but the driver passes it without slowing down. I turn and watch as the pack house disappears behind us, and my
Hello my Lovely Readers, I wanted to let you all know that I am going to have to take a bit of a break from updates for about two weeks. This particular story is getting a facelift. I need time to outline and change the story for the better. I realize I am leaving some of you on a cliffhanger, and I apologize for that. But my editor and I both agree that the true story isn't being told the way I have it written now. I want to do Liz's story justice to her character, and you all deserve a well-written story. Once again, I apologize for the delay in updates, but I promise you this story is not being abandoned. I am making it better for everyone. Thank you for all of you love and support over the past few years. I hope I can keep providing you with quality stories. Solange Daye
Hello My Lovely Readers! Good News! I have finished with the current changes for My Hidden Alpha (which has been renamed to Game of Power: The Adoprted Luna's Redemption). The first ten or so chapters have been shifted and changed around. It has changed some of the major plot details like Liz's age and how she ended up in the situation with Diemos. I would suggest going back and reading those few chapters so you can get an idea of the changes. The other chapters have some minor detail changes as well but the majority of the changes are in the first 7-10 chapters. I plan to get back to scheduled updates ASAP. Thank you for being patient with me while I made the changes and I hope that they have changed the story for the better. As always. Thanks for reading! Solange Daye
Liz POV The massive black wolf skids to a stop in front of the pack house and lays on the ground so I can climb off his back. My head is pounding as I slide off his back, and I find myself wobbly on my feet. As I stumble toward the pack house, a pair of arms wraps around my waist to hold me steady. I peek over my shoulder and see Deimos holding me up with a severe look on his face. “We need to get you back to the hospital.” I shake my head from side to side. “Your blood will heal me,” I remind him. “I am just a little dizzy.” I try to walk into the pack house, but Deimos doesn’t let go of my body. I try to pry his hands away, but he doesn’t let go. “I think I should carry you,” he says gruffly, and a blush spreads across my cheeks. “I can walk,” I argue, but Deimos doesn’t appear to be listening. Bending down with a grunt, Deimos scoops me into his arms and carries me gently into the pack house. He breathes heavily every time he steps forward on his bad leg, and I kn
Deimos POVI wait for Elizabeth to respond, and for some reason, I feel nervous. What if she refuses to let me watch over her? What if she is angry at me for creating enemies for her? She stares at me with a steely gaze, not giving away what she feels inside. She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth as she thinks about the situation I have put her in. “I need a shower,” she says, turning toward my bathroom without another word. Elizabeth doesn’t bother to shut the bathroom door. She shamelessly sheds her clothes before the open door, not caring that I am watching her. Her back is to me, and I know I should turn my head and give her privacy, but I cannot look away from her. Now that she is healed, her skin is flawless. She has more curves than I am used to. Where most of the women I have been with are lean and muscular, Elizabeth is soft and supple.She bends over to pull off her pants, and her beautiful round, bare ass is sticking up in the air. Suddenly, visions of m
Deimos POVThe memories of my past flood my mind before I begin the story. A lump forms in the back of my throat, and I am not sure I can speak. I haven’t spoken to anyone about those years of my life. They are secrets that I expected to take with me to my grave. Yet here I am about to bare my soul to a woman I hardly know. I look over at Elizabeth; she is lying quietly in bed, waiting for me to speak. She doesn’t press for me to start my story. Her green eyes gaze into mine as she wraps her fingers around my hand and squeezes it. The tingles spread throughout my body, making me feel more confident. ‘She needs to know the truth,’ Duko says quietly within my mind. ‘You can trust her.’‘How can you be so sure?’ I respond. ‘We barely know her.’ Elizabeth squeezes my hand again, drawing me away from the conversation with my wolf. “What is your wolf telling you?” “How did you know I was speaking with my wolf?” I ask her curiously, trying to avoid the conversation I promised h