Hello My Lovely Readers!
Good News! I have finished with the current changes for My Hidden Alpha (which has been renamed to Game of Power: The Adoprted Luna's Redemption). The first ten or so chapters have been shifted and changed around. It has changed some of the major plot details like Liz's age and how she ended up in the situation with Diemos. I would suggest going back and reading those few chapters so you can get an idea of the changes. The other chapters have some minor detail changes as well but the majority of the changes are in the first 7-10 chapters. I plan to get back to scheduled updates ASAP.
Thank you for being patient with me while I made the changes and I hope that they have changed the story for the better.
As always. Thanks for reading!
Solange Daye
Liz POV The massive black wolf skids to a stop in front of the pack house and lays on the ground so I can climb off his back. My head is pounding as I slide off his back, and I find myself wobbly on my feet. As I stumble toward the pack house, a pair of arms wraps around my waist to hold me steady. I peek over my shoulder and see Deimos holding me up with a severe look on his face. “We need to get you back to the hospital.” I shake my head from side to side. “Your blood will heal me,” I remind him. “I am just a little dizzy.” I try to walk into the pack house, but Deimos doesn’t let go of my body. I try to pry his hands away, but he doesn’t let go. “I think I should carry you,” he says gruffly, and a blush spreads across my cheeks. “I can walk,” I argue, but Deimos doesn’t appear to be listening. Bending down with a grunt, Deimos scoops me into his arms and carries me gently into the pack house. He breathes heavily every time he steps forward on his bad leg, and I kn
Deimos POVI wait for Elizabeth to respond, and for some reason, I feel nervous. What if she refuses to let me watch over her? What if she is angry at me for creating enemies for her? She stares at me with a steely gaze, not giving away what she feels inside. She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth as she thinks about the situation I have put her in. “I need a shower,” she says, turning toward my bathroom without another word. Elizabeth doesn’t bother to shut the bathroom door. She shamelessly sheds her clothes before the open door, not caring that I am watching her. Her back is to me, and I know I should turn my head and give her privacy, but I cannot look away from her. Now that she is healed, her skin is flawless. She has more curves than I am used to. Where most of the women I have been with are lean and muscular, Elizabeth is soft and supple.She bends over to pull off her pants, and her beautiful round, bare ass is sticking up in the air. Suddenly, visions of m
Deimos POVThe memories of my past flood my mind before I begin the story. A lump forms in the back of my throat, and I am not sure I can speak. I haven’t spoken to anyone about those years of my life. They are secrets that I expected to take with me to my grave. Yet here I am about to bare my soul to a woman I hardly know. I look over at Elizabeth; she is lying quietly in bed, waiting for me to speak. She doesn’t press for me to start my story. Her green eyes gaze into mine as she wraps her fingers around my hand and squeezes it. The tingles spread throughout my body, making me feel more confident. ‘She needs to know the truth,’ Duko says quietly within my mind. ‘You can trust her.’‘How can you be so sure?’ I respond. ‘We barely know her.’ Elizabeth squeezes my hand again, drawing me away from the conversation with my wolf. “What is your wolf telling you?” “How did you know I was speaking with my wolf?” I ask her curiously, trying to avoid the conversation I promised h
Liz POV Tingles spread over my body, waking me from my sleep. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a little yawn and try to remember the story that Deimos had told me the night before. I need to find a way to reach out to my father to ask if Dainn is in Lycan City, but I need help finding a way to do so in the confines of the pack house. Nico has eyes and ears everywhere. I am caught up in my thoughts, staring at the ceiling, when rough fingers trail up my legs. A gasp leaves my lips at the sparks that follow in their wake. Deimos chuckles beside me, and I turn my eyes to look at him. “Did you sleep well, Princess?” He asks me. Deimos’s dark eyes are searching mine as if he is waiting for me to tell him to stop. But I don’t. I crave his touch. I keep trying to tell myself that it is just his blood coursing through my veins that is making me feel this way, but it feels deeper than that. There is a connection between us that I cannot explain. I have felt it from
Liz POV I have read about moments like this in my romance novels, but I never dreamed it would happen to me. Deimos kisses my thigh right beside my core. His nose brushes against my folds as he moves to the other thigh. I lift my hips from the bed, needing to feel him against me. “Eager?” Deimos whispers against my thigh. I can only whimper in return. Deimos wraps his hands around my thighs, holding me in place. I try to wiggle against his hold, but I cannot. I am pinned to the bed. A part of me knows I should be panicking. Deimos has admitted that he is cold and heartless. Now, he has me at his disposal. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now, and I would be unable to stop him. But I don’t care about any of that. I just want to feel more of what he has to offer. Deimos lifts his eyes to look at me as his mouth hovers over my apex. “Tell me, Princess, has anyone ever kissed you here?” He presses his lips to my core, and I begin to breathe heavily. “Answe
Liz POV I quickly shut the shower door and press my hands to my chest. I can see Tracy’s outline through the shower door. She is watching me, undoubtedly planning her next move against me. How did she heal so quickly? “We don’t have all day,” Tracy yells over the water that is beating down on my skin. “You won’t want to keep Nico waiting.” I don’t bother to respond to her. I know keeping Nico waiting would just end up with me being punished. Swallowing down the panic rising in my throat, I continue my shower, pretending like Tracy isn’t staring me down. After I rinse the rest of my soap from my body, I step out of the shower. Tracy’s eyes trail over my naked form, and a wrinkle forms on her brow. “How did you heal so quickly?” She demands to know. “I could ask you the same thing,” I snap at her. “Unlike you, I have a wolf,” Tracy sneers. I know her words are meant to hurt me, but I don’t let them. With Deimos’s
Deimos POV Elizabeth looks at me in shock. “What do you mean you don’t attend parties?” “Exactly what I said,” I snap back at her. “I am not needed at this particular party. It is just a ruse for my sister to find her mate.” “Okay,” Elizabeth whispers as she takes a step back from me. She keeps her eyes glued to the ground as she enters the closet. Even after bearing my heart to her last night, she is still frightened of me. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm the anger that is building in my chest. She has to know that I would never intentionally hurt her. “I am sorry for snapping at you,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” “I am not frightened,” she lies. “We need to talk about your plans for the evening,” I say, ignoring her lie. “Plans?” Elizabeth looks over her shoulder at me. “Am I supposed to be doing anything other than attending a party?” “That should be your only plans for the evening. I will not be there
Liz POV Deimos shakes his head. “You would be crazy to do it tonight,” he tells me. “My father has ears everywhere.” “You keep saying that, but I can be discreet,” I plead with my eyes. “Nico can’t keep his eyes on me all the time.” “You don’t understand what my father is capable of…” Knock. Knock. Knock. I jump at the sound of the noise, and Deimos pushes me behind him. The door to Deimos’s room opens as if on cue, and Nico strolls inside. I cannot help but shake in his presence, but I still hold my head high. I have done nothing wrong. Deimos quickly turns to me and gives me a pleading look before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Now, now,” Nico chuckles. “We wouldn’t want to ruin the Little Princess’s makeup.” I swallow at his words. Deimos’s dark eyes bore into mine. I know what he is thinking. He is asking me not to go through with my plan to speak to my father. Reaching up, I touch Deimos’s cheek lightly and walk past him to Nico. Nico eyes Deimos su