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Deimos controls himself only for a few reasons and mainly holding himself back from doing something to me. "W-What do you like to eat?" I question him trying to erase the tension building between us. If I let the tension envelop us further we would lose ourselves to the need. Deimos takes a deep breath and replies. "Meat." His voice is husky and low as I clench my thighs tightly together.

Deimos runs his nose down the side of my neck, pausing where my neck meets my shoulder. His tongue runs along my skin, teasing me. A moan escapes from my lips. Reaching around him, I grip his shirt in my hands, holding him closer to me. Deimos sucks roughly on my skin. He sucks in a deep breath, and I feel his canines brush against my skin. I grab his shirt tighter in anticipation. Deimos’s mouth opens wide, and his teeth begin to puncture my skin. Closing my eyes, I wait for him to bite down. But I am left waiting.

I was ready to train with him and be a Luna where I was wanted. ** “You made the perfect choice, accepting your fate,” Deimos said as he opened the doors to his private training quarters where only he, his Beta and specific members of the pack trained. It was empty, save for the two of us. I had gotten my hair dried and had been provided with dry clothes and a bedroom, even painting materials. I had asked Deimos how he knew I loved to paint, but he only responded with a cryptic smile and nothing else. “It’s huge.” I fed my eyes with the view of the equipment and the space which was still left within the enclosed space.

He's seated right in front of them and yet– Deimos' stepmother breaks me out of my thoughts. Her voice is icy and brittle but her face is set in stone. The first time I saw her, I noticed how similar she looks to Diana and now I can see the resemblance more clearly. While Deimos looks more like his father, Diana has her mother's features.

“What’s your name, Petal?” “Demi. Do you have a pack, like Papa?” “No,” I said. “I’m a queen. Maybe, one day, you’ll have your own pack though.” “Sadly, she is just a Beta,” Deimos said. “But I’m sure I’ll find an Alpha willing to take her off my hands when the time comes. I doubt it though. Her aura is shit...like her worthless cunt of a mother, but-” he tapped Demi's nose -"I have a soft spot for my girls."

I wonder if she will like being in my arms. "There is no need for all that with this monster." Deimos chortles as he slightly slants down towards me. "Open your arms, Theia." He utters and I am prompt to do so opening them wide as he suggested. Elena coolly studies me and my current position for a few seconds only to flash me that signature grin and lunge for me with all her might completely catching me by surprise.

MONICA. Deimos is his name. Nothing is more fitting. I look at him now and I guess it just figures that that is his name. He really is a demon in disguise, and his smirk now says it all. He grins widely and I see how sharp his incisors are, really selling that demonic name. The woman named Riva smiles back at him before straightening up, doing a little curtsy that he seems so amused with. I don’t know what their relationship is, but it looks like they’re more than friends.

I saw my mom who was looking badly at the child, I couldn't see her face very well because her face is blurry but she had two horns on her head. I grabbed the tree next to me. "What was that?" I asked myself. Why is my mom is with that child? Who is that girl with horns? And that seems to be true... it seems that..... that thing happened. Why did I suddenly think of that? I just shook my head and started walking again until I entered the house. I saw Tito Leo carrying garbage, it looks like he will throw it away now. Tito Leo is the youngest brother of my mom.