The Crescent Heir
She kissed him again, pressing her soft curves against his chest.
"Lisa."
This time, Deimon’s voice was uneasy. The playful warmth in his eyes faded, and for a moment was replaced by a cold, sharp glint.
She caught the shift. She stopped suddenly and looked him straight in the eye, surprisingly alert. "Don't you love me, Deimon?"
"Of course I love you, Lisa. Why would you say that?" Deimon quickly made a face that looked like he was deeply concerned.
It was a perfect mask. Inside, his wolf stirred, irritated by her constant need for reassurance. Deimon possessed a dual personality—one side was the charming, loving alpha prince, and the other was a cold, calculating monster who viewed people