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Demi’s pov "What are you doing here?!" There was urgency in my voice as I looked around with panic growing in my chest, "Gosh!" Eros stood before me, hands crossed on his chest assuming a predatory stance that I had seen before from Logan which made me want to cower but I stood still holding his mean gaze, expecting an answer to my question. "Your date went well I suppose?" There was a devious smirk on his lips, and the mean glint in his eyes increased seeing the frown on my face. I frowned deeper, clutching my fingers so hard that I was sure my knuckles whitened with the force. A force I wanted to exert by punching his perfect face and wiping off that arrogant expression. "You reek of him, disgusting!" His nostrils flared picking up on the fact that I still somewhat smelled of Dmitri as I had spent time with him. "Leave." I pronounced before turning to walk past him but then I felt fingers on my arm, gripping my flesh and turning me back to face him and I so hated how the spark

Demi's pov When Dmitri had come earlier proposing a picnic, I hadn't known he wanted it that very day and I didn't have it in me to decline because I knew it was necessary for me to step out of the house. I was feeling nauseous from my fever and wondering about Eros and his wolf seeing me not being able to take my mind off what the outcome would be. Knowing that Eros was a powerful man I could tell that he could be brutal if he wanted to be but I had never experienced his brutality nor did I know how violent he could get unnecessarily. I feared what he would do and Bopha had told me earlier that ever since our date night, he wasn't seen only if necessary and she also stated that Anya had been looking for him. I couldn't care less where he went or if he went missing. I didn't care how he felt about me being close to Dmitri and I didn't think I should fear what he would do, the worst he could do was throw me out or kill me. That sounds terrifying. But I didn't think I should

Demi's pov The howls didn't stop neither did the dreams of his sharp greens haunting me and husky voice echoing in my head. Even in his absence, I could feel him. I could perceive his scent almost to the point that I could taste it on my tongue, his pretty eyes were engraved in my vision, my skin had refused to forget the pads of his fingers where he once grazed us and everything around me reminded me of him. It was maddening. To want someone who hates you and you are to hate in return. It was ridiculous seeing another man while wishing it was the other before me and to worsen it all, he didn't seem to care. Eros didn't care. The howling of his wolf at night got me thinking that he did, it made me wonder if there was something stopping him from being with us. A reason he had refused to share but seeing him socialize with others, watching him from the shadows remaining hidden as he stated while I watched him with another woman noticing the way she got close to him, her lashes

Demi’s pov"Speak sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of." Dmitri turned to me with that doting gaze of his, "Speak darling, I am here with you.""I do have a mate." I took in a deep breath, "But he doesn't want me and...""You should go with the man that loves you dear." The human who had spoken on how cute we were earlier interjected again, "You look like you have had it bad and you deserve all the care in the world. To hell with the bastard who doesn't want you.""Maybe that bastard has his reasons." Eros was seething with fingers fingers clenching tightly turning his knuckles white, “Maybe the bastard has really good reasons.""Maybe the bastard doesn't want a weak wolf." My tone was beginning to rise as well, “Maybe the bastard is just a pompous spoon-fed brat who hates people beneath him.""Don't think for the bastard."We both carried on in silent and not so hushed whispers while the guests watched us with interest but we were too carried away with our banter to care."En

Demi's pov I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for an outburst, for him to realize that he was holding his unwanted stinking mate, drawing her close and pining her tight against him. My heart beat rapidly beneath its encase, my pulse rising as I bent my head shyly waiting for the embarrassment, a scream, or something when he came to his senses and realized who I was and what position we were in. But that didn't happen. There was no scream, no flinging me across the room, or an angry growl. Instead, there was a soft touch. I felt something brush across my forehead forcing me to open my eyes and Harlyn purring in delight. The touch came again, lingering this time, softer and gentler giving me no choice but to accept and lean into it. The pad of his thumb caressed my forehead softly, brushing across my brows, atop and beneath like he was marveling at the strands. "Brown." He muttered when his thumb came beneath my eyes, brushing softly at the corner, "Brown." A finger came to my nos