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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
Liz POV Isaiah stiffens behind me, and I realize I am standing between him and his mate. Stella is still growling at me, and it is drawing the attention of the crowd. My eyes dart around the room, and I know how this must look. Everyone is watching me skeptically, waiting to see what I will do next. I push down the feeling of disappointment that is building in my stomach. As much as I wanted Isaiah to be mine, I know now that it was never meant to be. Stepping to the side, I wait for Isaiah to approach Stella. But he doesn’t. He looks at me and then to Stella. I can see the conflict in his eyes. He is worried that I will feel betrayed. I let out a sigh and lay my hand on his back. Stella snarls again as I touch him, but I ignore her outburst. I gently push Isaiah forward. “Go to your mate,” I whisper to him. Isaiah gives me one more fleeting look before he steps in Stella’s direction. Stella is fuming with anger, and I cannot blame her. If I had found my mate in
Liz POV“What do you know about Dainn Phalen?” My father tenses and stops dancing. His eyes widen in shock and he looks around the ballroom before pulling me off the dance floor. We return to the secluded corner of the room, and a low growl erupts from my father’s chest.I flinch at the anger that is rolling off my father. He has never growled at me before. “Why would you ask me such a question here and now?” He asks in a hushed voice. “Because I need to know the truth,” I whisper. “Tonight might be my only chance to find out the truth.” My father shakes his head. “Now is not the time for this conversation.” “Is he or is he not imprisoned in Lycan City?” I demand to know. My father runs his fingers through his hair. “Now is not the time,” my father growls. I scan the ballroom, and no one is paying attention to us. I feel confident that no one is watching or listening in on our conversation.“Please,” I beg. “Deimos killed his brother,” my father says, but he refuses