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
Deimos POV Shutting myself in my office, I pour myself a large glass of whiskey. I can hear the music in the ballroom playing loudly through the walls of the pack house, and I can’t help but worry about my Elizabeth. Before I was injured, I used to attend these parties. They are full of high-level werewolves and my father would parade us around like we were some prize that he won. He would make sure we only mingled with the most important werewolves in our community. I know he will do the same to Elizabeth. He will make sure that she is too busy to speak with her parents. Duko is howling in my mind because I let her attend the party alone. ‘It is our duty to protect her,’ he scoffs. ‘We should be by her side.’ ‘We cannot risk showing the world our weakness,’ I say, thumping my cane against the floor. ‘The world already thinks we are crippled,’ Duko growls. ‘We are crippled,’ I snap back at my wolf. ‘We will be viewed as weak.’ ‘You misjudge those who are around yo
Liz POV Nico pauses just outside the ballroom and tightens his grip around my arm. “You will play the part of the good Luna.” “I will,” I nod. But I am not playing the part for Nico. I am doing it for Deimos. Nico pushes the doors open to the ballroom, and the music instantly pauses. The couples that were dancing in the middle of the room stop and move to the side. A path has been cleared for Nico and me to walk through. The ballroom is decorated with the same deep red roses that were at my wedding, with black flowers mixed in. What should be a joyous occasion to celebrate Deimos looks nothing but. The light in the ballroom is dim, creating an ominous look over the room. As Nico enters the room, people huddle together in small groups. Only a few are brave enough to gaze in our direction. The others keep their heads to the ground, and their necks bared. Some of the party-goers raise their heads and glance in my direction. Many of them wear looks of pity on their faces