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Liz POV“What do you know about Dainn Phalen?” My father tenses and stops dancing. His eyes widen in shock and he looks around the ballroom before pulling me off the dance floor. We return to the secluded corner of the room, and a low growl erupts from my father’s chest.I flinch at the anger that is rolling off my father. He has never growled at me before. “Why would you ask me such a question here and now?” He asks in a hushed voice. “Because I need to know the truth,” I whisper. “Tonight might be my only chance to find out the truth.” My father shakes his head. “Now is not the time for this conversation.” “Is he or is he not imprisoned in Lycan City?” I demand to know. My father runs his fingers through his hair. “Now is not the time,” my father growls. I scan the ballroom, and no one is paying attention to us. I feel confident that no one is watching or listening in on our conversation.“Please,” I beg. “Deimos killed his brother,” my father says, but he refuses
Deimos POV Standing outside the ballroom doors, I grind my cane into the floor beside me. I can’t decide if I should leave it outside or not. I don’t want the werewolf community to view me as weak, but without my cane, I can be unsteady on my feet. ‘You are thinking too much,’ Duko growls. ‘Our mate needs us.’ Grumbling at my wolf, I push the doors of the ballroom open. My Alpha Aura fills the room as soon as I step inside. The music stops, and everyone pauses as they turn to the doors to see who has come in. I keep my face stoic and walk through the crowd. Murmurs and whispers follow me as I make my way through the throngs of people. Stella really outdid herself this time. It feels like every pack within the United States is being represented here tonight. She was obviously determined to find her mate. I make my way to the front of the crowd, and my father rushes to my side with a microphone in his hands. He taps on the microphone, causing a loud thumping no
Liz POV Deimos’s arms tense around me. His grip on my body is almost painful as he stares down his father. Stepping to the side, Deimos tries to bypass his father without answering him, but Nico steps in his way. “I am going to ask you one more time,” Nico says in a hushed voice. “Where do you think you are going?” Deimos grunts as he gently sets me down on my feet. He steadies me for a moment before turning to his father. Deimos flexes his hands at his sides before balling his hands into fists. He growls in Nico’s direction. I glance over my shoulder and see that everyone is discreetly watching what is unfolding at the ballroom door. “Deimos,” I whisper, but he doesn’t pay any attention to me. “I am taking Elizabeth to the infirmary,” Deimos says through gritted teeth. Nico’s eyes rake over my body, and his eyes narrow in on the bruise on my arm. “She fell down the stairs, and I caught her. She is quite clumsy for a human.” The sting of being called a human never
Liz POV Deimos and I walk into the dining room the next morning, and I am surprised to see that we are the last to arrive. Nico is sitting at the head of the table with a scowl on his face. For the first time, his scowl is not directed at Deimos or me. Nico’s eyes are glued to the shiny new mark on his daughter’s neck. Stella has her black hair pulled up into a high ponytail and is wearing a low-cut shirt. I know it is a power play to show off her new mark. She wants everyone to know that Isaiah and she have already marked and mated one another. Isaiah is sitting in the seat that I normally sit in, so I stand awkwardly in the doorway of the dining room. I am unsure where I am supposed to go now. There is an empty seat beside Damon, but I would rather stick a fork in my eye than sit beside him. Deimos takes his seat at the opposite end of the table from his father and grunts for me to sit down between him and Damon. Reluctantly, I take the remaining seat at the table and tr
Deimos POV I am jealous. I can admit that. The way Elizabeth and that warrior were sharing glances across the table made my skin crawl. Never once has she looked at me that way. There is a history between them that I don’t understand. When I tried to get to the bottom of it, I realized they were in love with one another. I knew I had to get Elizabeth alone. She needs to remember who she belongs to. My hand is wrapped around her throat once again, and Duko is growling angrily in my mind. He doesn’t approve of my treatment of Elizabeth. I stare into Elizabeth’s eyes, and she doesn’t look afraid. Her eyes are dilated, and her breathing is erratic. If I didn’t know any better, I would guess she is turned on. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her. Her eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to speak. I loosen my hand around her neck, and she lets out a little whimper. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her again. “You,” the word is breathy on her lips. I wipe her hair out of h
Liz POV Deimos straightens his shirt and pants before placing another kiss on my lips. He walks around his desk and takes a seat. He is pretending like I didn’t spend the last ten minutes on my knees worshiping him. I don’t know what I am supposed to do, so I stand awkwardly in the middle of the office, waiting for instructions. Deimos doesn’t look up from his paperwork. “You can start packing,” he says as he clicks the keys on his computer. “Packing?” My voice is rough, and my throat is sore. “We are leaving for the Moonstone Pack in the morning,” Deimos tells me. “Really?” I squeal with excitement. Deimos looks up from his computer with a genuine smile on his face. I don’t think I have seen this side of him before. He looks excited. “Yes,” Deimos chuckles. “Now go pack.” I am over the moon and don’t know how to contain myself. Rushing over to Deimos, I grab him by the side of the head and plant a kiss firmly on his lips. His tongue presses against the seam
Liz POV We pull up to the hotel just inside Moonstone Pack territory. My eyes flicker to Deimos with questions. I want to know why we aren’t staying at the pack house, but his tight jaw and hardened gaze tell me not to ask any questions. The driver pulls up to the front doors of the hotel, and Deimos exits the car without looking at me. I quickly follow him into the hotel, keeping myself just a few steps behind him. He is walking without his cane and hiding his limp well. If I didn’t know he was injured, I wouldn’t be able to spot the slight limp. His wolf must be working overtime to keep up the illusion that he doesn’t have an injured leg. Deimos approaches the front desk, and the receptionist cowers in fear. I don’t blame her. The look on his face is more than a little intimidating. I peek around his massive form and recognize the girl behind the front desk. She was one of the few that dared to torment me in school. Her name is Becky. I slip behind Deimos and try t
Liz POV I walk through the hotel corridors, trying not to look nervous. I am not doing anything wrong. Technically, Deimos is my mate despite the lack of a mark on my neck. I approach the hotel door and am shocked by the sound of voices on the other side. I think about what Becky said and how it would look if I were to enter a room full of men. I can only imagine what the rumors would be. “This was a mistake,” I tell myself as I turn to run the other way. Before I can take the first step, the door opens, and the scent of Applewood envelopes me. I turn to see Deimos smiling drunkenly at me. How is it that he is already drunk? “I thought you would lose your nerve,” he says as he gestures for me to come inside. I look around and see a few other men sitting in the massive hotel suite. I stand awkwardly by the door, and Deimos places his hand on my lower back and guides me further into the room. “The keys to my room didn’t work,” I say shyly as I look around the room. “