Chapter 16

Deimos POV

I look down at my hands that were wrapped around Elizabeth’s face, and I know I fucked up. I almost kissed her.

If she wasn’t so damn irritating all of the time. If she had followed my commands, I would never have forced everyone out of the dining room, and we wouldn’t have ended up alone.

My eyes flicker to the handprint I had left on her neck and an unfamiliar feeling bubbles in my chest. Guilt.

I have never felt more guilty of one of my actions. The actions of my family; yes. But never something I had done myself. I would have to find a way to make it up to her.

Duko, my wolf, is howling loudly in my head. He hates that we hurt Elizabeth. He has never cared for any of the women I invite into my bed. We both saw them for what they were, just things to fill my time until something better or more fun came along.

I have seen how the women look at me. Half of them look at me with lust-hazed eyes. Willing to look past my family’s reputation for a chance at