Liz POV I squirm under his touch but don’t stop his hand from moving south. My skin feels like fire wherever his fingertips trace on my skin. It leaves my body and mind craving for more. I have pictured this moment many times in my head. Only it wasn’t Deimos touching me. But now that this dark lord has me in his grasp, I don’t understand how I ever thought another man could touch me. Deimos’s fingers stop just above my pubic bone. His fingers trace from one side of my hips to the next. His darkened eyes bore into mine as his fingers dance along my skin. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Deimos asks huskily. “I don’t…” I begin to protest, but Deimos runs his tongue over my neck, and I lose my train of thought. “What was that, Princess?” Deimos chuckles as he breathes against my neck. Chills run up my spine as he places little kisses on my neck where his handprint resides. “I should have never touched you in such a way,” he whispers. I know this is as clo

Liz POV I am dead on my feet when I walk into the pack house after shopping with Stella. She takes her shopping very seriously. The crowds parted as we made it through the mall. I can only assume it is because of the massive guards that followed us everywhere we went. Stella ignored the stares we got, but I could not help but listen to their whispers as we shopped. We didn’t miss a single shop in the mall. Many of the stores closed down as soon as they saw Stella, giving us privacy to shop. I tried to buy very little, but Stella wouldn’t hear of it, claiming since I am the new Luna, I need to dress the part. By the time we left the mall, my arms were aching from the number of bags I was carrying. Stella walks into the pack house. Her arms are free because she forced our guards to carry all of her bags. “You can put those in my room,” Stella says to the guard who is carrying her bags. He grunts and walks up his stairs. Stella cocks her head to the side and watches the gu

Liz POV My head is pounding, and someone is screaming obscenities by my side. I try to remember where I am. The last thing I remember is Deimos walking out on me. Leaving me in the hospital to heal alone. I have hopes that the person beside me is Deimos, but they sound far too chipper to be him. I open my eyes one at a time and blink several times, trying to clear the haze from them. I moan loudly at the bright light that is shining in my eyes. I turn my head to the side and see a man with golden hair and bright blue eyes grinning at me. “And the Princess awakens,” he says cheerfully. “I thought I was going to have to be your knight in shining armor and kiss you to get you to wake up.” I cock my head to the side and try to make sense of the man who is cracking jokes beside me. He has a headset on his head and a gaming controller in his hands. He is pressing buttons on the controller while he stares me in the eyes. There is a loud boom that comes from across the room,

Liz POV Ace has stayed true to his word and hasn’t left my side. Deimos still hasn’t returned to see me, and I have given up hope that he will. Maybe he has decided being married to me is more of a hassle than what it is worth. I try not to show my disappointment over the fact that Deimos hasn’t returned, but Ace seems to be able to detect it on my face. Ace continues to glance at me out of the corner of his eyes while he continues to play his stupid video game. Finally, he drops the gaming controller in his lap and turns to me. “If you are going to pout the whole time I am here, then I will have to do something to make you smile.” Leaning back against my pillow, I roll my eyes before turning my head away from Ace. But my actions aren’t enough to keep Ace from continuing to bother me. This guy can’t catch a hint. Ace sits on the edge of my bed and begins to tickle my feet through the blankets. It catches me off guard and I kick him in the stomach. Letting out a terrib

Liz POV Stella parks her car in front of the pack house and turns to me before getting out. “I think you should stay away from Deimos until the feelings subside.” “I can control myself,” I say shortly. I do not intend to avoid Deimos to make things easier on him. “It isn’t you I am worried about,” Stella says quietly, like someone is listening in. “Deimos is a grown man,” I remind her. “I am sure he can control his urges.” Stella takes in a breath and holds it for a moment. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” “I can handle myself,” I tell her. “I might be easily breakable, but my feelings are not.” Stella only nods in response. We both get out of the car, and the scent of Applewood hits me like a ton of bricks. A slight breeze is in the air, carrying Deimos’s scent directly to me. My mouth begins to water, and I want nothing more than to find him. I begin to walk in the direction of the scent when Stella grabs my arms and pulls me in the direction of the pack