Lahat ng Kabanata ng Game of Power: The Adopted Luna's Redemption : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Liz POV Deimos pulls one of his shirts over my head and tries to lead me from the room. “No way,” I say, dragging him back to the closet. “I am never leaving this room without pants again.” Deimos chuckles lightly as he watches me from the doorway of the closet. I slide on a pair of panties and leggings before throwing my hair into a messy bun. “You are never allowed to wear your hair down again,” Deimos says as he rubs his fingers over my mark. “I love you,” I say as I stretch up on my tip toes and kiss him on the lips. Deimos moans and quickly pulls away from me. “Food first,” he grunts. I try to conceal my smirk with a pout, but I am failing miserably. Deimos grabs me by the hand and yanks me out of the closet. He is moving faster than I have ever seen him move before. He skips down the stairs, and I can barely keep up. We burst through the kitchen doors to find my mother and father sitting at the kitchen table. Both have large mugs of coffee in their hands.

Deimos POV Elizabeth’s wolf is magnificent. I have never seen a more beautiful wolf. Her fur is as white as snow, and her eyes glow like emeralds against it. I don’t know much about white wolves. I actually thought that they were extinct. I can’t remember the last time a white wolf was documented. Duko doesn’t give me a chance to introduce Majesty to the crowd. He wants to be with his mate. I can’t blame him. He has been waiting for this for a long time. Duko takes over my body and shifts. His paws land on the ground with a thud. Majesty’s tail is wagging back and forth. She is just as excited to see him as he is to see her. Duko stares into Majesty’s eyes silently. There is already an unspoken bond between them. It isn’t like the bond that I had to build with Elizabeth. Their bond is automatic and strong. Duko raises his nose into the air and howls loudly. The pack returns my howl. They have all shifted into their wolves and are waiting patiently for my command

Deimos POV I am in my nicest black suit, pacing outside of the bathroom door. The water in the sink has been running for what feels like forever. Elizabeth can’t possibly still be brushing her teeth. It has been at least ten minutes. I knock lightly on the bathroom door. “Princess,” I call out. “We are running behind.” “I am coming,” Elizabeth calls out, but she sounds breathless. “Just a few more minutes.” “We don’t have a few more minutes,” I try not to sound irritated. “We are already late.” “Okay,” Elizabeth says as she opens the bathroom door. Her face is flushed, and her lipstick is smeared. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her hair is falling out of the fancy updo. I must be making an odd face because Elizabeth quickly checks her reflection. She pulls her hair down and runs her fingers through the blonde tendrils, trying to calm the frizz. She wipes the lipstick from her lips and puts on a fresh coat. “Better?” She asks with a little bit of attitude. “Are yo

Willow POV I am not surprised that Petra knows why I am here. I suspect that the sisters knew before I even got here why I was coming. There isn’t much that the sisters don’t know about. But I am curious as to why they finally let me catch up to them. Celeste puts out her cigarette and slams the window shut. I can feel her anger and frustration filling the room. “I told you we shouldn’t have let her adopt that child.” Cordelia rolls her eyes. “We can’t interfere in everything.” “It was a fixed moment in time. We couldn’t change it,” Petra snaps at her sisters. My head darts back and forth between the sisters as they argue. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration as a headache builds behind my eyes. “Can we just talk about what it means for Liz to be a white wolf?” Celeste finally looks in my direction. “Where is Osiris?” “He stayed behind,” Petra buts in. “There is a threat that hasn’t been taken care of,” I fill in the blanks. “Alpha Nico,” Celeste says

Deimos POV The drive to the hospital is awkward. Elizabeth is in the front seat, gripping the hem of her shirt and twisting it in her hands. Tears are dripping down her cheeks but she wipes them away before she thinks anyone can see. Stella is in the back seat, and she won’t shut up. Her mouth has not stopped running since we left the pack house. I don’t know if she thinks she is alleviating the tension or if she just doesn’t know how to read the room, but she has covered every topic under the sun twice. I am just trying to keep it together. I want to tell Stella to shut the fuck up, but I also don’t want to upset Elizabeth. She is clearly as on edge about the possible pregnancy as I am. But I don’t know what she has to worry about. She has the perfect parents to use as an example for raising a kid. All I have is Nico, and I definitely don’t want to end up like my father. I don’t want to raise my children the way my father raised us. I had actually planned on never havi