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Liz POV I fell asleep in the comfort of Deimos’s arms last night. After I confessed that I loved him, I expected him to make love to me again, but he didn’t. Instead, he stripped us both down to our underwear and led me to the bed. He wrapped me in his arms and fell asleep quickly. But I didn’t fall asleep as quickly. I laid in bed and worried about what my father said. He warned me that Deimos was evil and that he couldn’t be trusted. He believed everything that Nico said and made it clear that he would never support Deimos as an Alpha. Nothing I said could make him change his mind. Finally, I blurted out that I loved Deimos. My father called me a fool. Told me that Deimos was just using me for sex. That is when I stormed out of the kitchen with tears flowing down my cheeks. My father has never spoken to me that way before. He has never been disappointed in me before. It hurt, but it hurt more to think about not being with Deimos. With tears streaming down my face,
Liz POV My whole body is trembling with excitement as I wait for Deimos to thrust into me again. Wrapping one of my legs over his arm, he pins it up by my side. But instead of pounding into me, he eases his way deeper. He waits while I wiggle my hips, trying to adjust to the fullness. “Are you okay?” He asks me gently. “Yes,” I moan. Deimos starts to move again. Slowly, at first, but with each thrust of his hips, he moves faster and harder. The sting of pain that I felt at first soon subsides, and pleasure takes its place. I struggle to keep up with his pace. Deimos isn’t giving me a moment to catch my breath. Tingles are spreading throughout my body like I have never felt before. Pressure is building in my core, and I am desperate for release. “Deimos,” I moan his name. His lips capture mine, and his tongue forces its way into my mouth. He groans into my mouth as his tongue swipes against mine. Pulling away from the kiss, Deimos grabs my bottom lip between hi
Liz POV Stella and Isaiah are waiting for us in the hotel lobby. Becky is behind the receptionist's desk with a very sour look on her face. She always had a thing for Isaiah in school. It was one of the reasons she hated me and tormented me so much. For once, she isn’t glaring in my direction. She is looking at Stella with pure disdain. Stella doesn’t seem to notice Becky’s presence. All of her attention is focused on Isaiah. Per usual, Stella is dressed to impress. She has on a short black dress that showcases her long legs. Her lips are painted bright red, accentuating her full pout. Isaiah is wearing jeans and a button-up shirt. He has his arm wrapped around Stella, and he keeps leaning in to smell her hair. A smile pulls at the corners of my lips when I see them together. I am happy Isaiah found his mate. Deimos clears his throat, and Isaiah pulls away from Stella. His whole demeanor changes. Isaiah is terrified of Deimos. Stella scowls at her brother and
Liz POV The car’s tires rumble on the gravel of the pack house driveway, and it awakes me from my sleep. My head bounces uncomfortably on the car’s window. I must have slept the whole ride back to the Dark Moon Pack. Night has already fallen. The pack house is dark except for the front porch. Two dark figures are waiting on the porch for us to arrive. I don’t have to squint through the darkness to know it is Nico and Damon waiting for me. Deimos gets out of the car and limps toward the pack house with his cane. I haven’t seen him use it since we left. I watch him curiously, wondering how much his limp is an act he puts on for his family. The driver opens my car door, and I step out into the cool night air. Deimos doesn’t spare me a second glance as he walks into the pack house. I try to remember that it is all an act, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I walk up the porch stairs and nod politely to Nico before making my way inside. But Damon steps in my way. “J
Deimos POV It killed me to walk away from the car, leaving Elizabeth behind. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have walked into the house with her hand in hand to prove to my father that we are a united front. But I worry about what that would mean for Elizabeth. My father has to believe she is still his little spy. Until Dainn comes back to take his rightful place as Alpha, I have to pretend like she means nothing to me. Only then can I claim her as my mate. If I were to claim her now, my father would have one more weakness to exploit. So, I did the only thing I could, and I walked away from the car. Leaning heavily on my cane, I put on an act for my father and Damon. As I pass them on the porch I expected them to stop me, but they don’t. My eyes meet my father’s, and he glares in my direction, but he doesn’t say a word to me. Damon raises his eyebrows and smirks in my direction. They aren’t waiting for me. They are waiting for Elizabeth. A challenging growl rumbl
Liz POV Deimos begins to pace the floor. He is running his fingers through his hair in frustration. His eyes are glazed over. I can tell he is debating with himself and probably his wolf. We both know the solution to our problems is for him to mark me, but there is something holding him back. Maybe he is truly concerned that I will make him weak. I try to stand in his way to stop him from pacing, but he steps around me like I am not even there. “Deimos,” I whisper his name. “We don’t have to make a decision tonight.” “But we do,” he says. “My father is expecting you to follow his rules.” “I want you to mark me because you want to mark me. Not because your father is demanding it,” I tell Deimos. Deimos stops in front of me and grabs me by the shoulders. “What do I need to do to prove to you that I want you?” “I don’t know,” I quietly respond. Pulls me in closely and presses his lips to mine. Electricity pulsates through my body, causing heat to pool in my core.
Liz POV I have been tossing and turning in Deimos’s bed for hours. His scent is everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. It is driving me insane. It is the first night in weeks that I haven’t fallen asleep in his arms, and I am beginning to realize that I won’t be able to live happily without him. Sitting up in the bed, I punch my pillow, trying to make it more comfortable. I flop back down on the bed and am quickly engulfed by Deimos’s scent. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I decide that maybe I should be sleeping on the floor to get away from it. As I am gathering my pillow and a blanket, the door to the bedroom is roughly kicked open. I jump in fear and shield myself with the pillow. I fear it is Nico coming in the door to punish yet again. I wait in deadly silence for someone to come inside. My eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. I hear the uneven footsteps of Deimos and I let out a sigh of relief. Deimos stumbles into the room and almost fa
Nico POV That little bitch thinks she can play both sides. She must think I am an idiot. I have known that she was betraying me from the moment I picked her up from the gym. Deimos’s scent was all over her, and her arousal was overpowering. Now I have to find a way to dispose of her and Deimos, but I will need to make it look like an accident. I can’t kill her outright. It would cause a war I am not prepared for. I don’t know how many of my son’s warriors are still under my control. I should have killed Dainn and Deimos when they were children. That witch warned me they would be a threat to my rule, but she also warned me about killing them. The witch’s words still echo in my mind every day. “Your mate will give you three sons. Two will be strong and capable. They will end your tyrannical rule. Peace will fall between the packs. The third son will be cold and evil. His father’s true son. A danger to the royal family he will be. In order to keep your rule, you can