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
Liz POV I am staring out of the window with a checklist in my hands. Each item on the list has been checked several times. There is nothing else that I need to do. The Lunar Ball is already underway. From my window, I can see groups of people slowly making their way into the town hall that has been transformed into a ballroom. It has already been decided that I will be arriving last, even after the royal Lycan family. Stepping away from the window, I check my makeup in the reflection of the mirror. My face is still round from being pregnant, and my belly is still swollen. Thankfully, the dress that Stella picked out for me hides my round figure. I almost look normal. A quiet knock on my bedroom door pulls me from my reflection. “Come in.” The door only opens slightly, and my sister, Belle, squeezes through. I expected to see her in a ballgown, ready to join the party, but she is not dressed for the occasion. She is in her leather fighting gear. Her hair is pulled ba
Liz POVThe sun is warm on my face, and my eyes flutter open. A blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds comes into view. I lay my hand on my stomach, and it is flat. No trace of my pregnancy. Quickly, I get to my feet and look around. Once again, I am in the clearing behind the Moonstone Pack house. The place where my parents died. Everything feels warm and inviting. Is this what death feels like?A woman walks in my direction, and I immediately know who she is. “Mom,” I call out as I run toward her. I reach out my arms to embrace her, but my hands move through her body like she is made of mist. Looking between my hands and my birth mother, I am confused. “Why can’t I touch you?” I cry. My birth mother lets out a sharp sigh and wipes the tears falling from her eyes. “Now is not your time.” “I’m not dead?” I whisper. “You are stuck between this life and the next,” my birth mother explains. “You have a choice. You can stay here in the afterlife. Or you can fight to
Liz POV Six Months Later I have been staring at this screen for so long that my eyes are starting to go crossed. Since the battle, there has been so much to do. Each of the rogues that was detained has been questioned and subsequently put to death. As much as I hated to admit it, Faris Jr was right. A precedent had to be set that we were not a pack to be challenged. As if there wasn’t enough on my plate, Faris Jr decided that the next Lunar Ball would be held at our pack. It is only a few weeks away, and almost all of the planning has been done. I slam the screen of my laptop shut and pinch the bridge of my nose painfully. The pup growing inside of me kicks me roughly, and I groan uncomfortably. My stomach has grown to an enormous size over the past six months. Just when I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any bigger, I did. Bracing my hands on the arms of my chair, I struggle to push myself out of the office seat. As I am attempting to stand, someone knocks o
Deimos POVI know I am leaning heavily on Elizabeth as we make our way out of the forest. My arm is flung over her shoulder, and she is struggling to keep me on my feet. But she doesn’t give up, and she doesn’t complain.As soon as we break through the tree line, I see medics running toward us. Elizabeth lets out a sigh of relief, but I am not ready to go to the hospital. As Alpha of the pack, I need to oversee the cleanup of the battle.The medics take me from Elizabeth. They try to make me lie down on a stretcher, but I refuse. “I need to see my men.”“Alpha,” one of the medics tries to reason with me. “You are injured.” “I am not dying,” I groan at the medic, and I struggle to make my way up the hill to the pack house. My hands claw at the ground in front of me as I try to make it to the top of the hill. I can hear Elizabeth groan behind me, and she wraps her arm around my waist to help me to the pack house. “You really need to be seen,” she hisses under her breath. “La
Liz POV I don’t look over my shoulder to see what Faris Jr is doing, but by the look on Nico’s wolf’s face, it is horrific. I can tell that Nico’s wolf wants to run from the Lycan King, but something is keeping him here. He has to know that this is a battle he cannot win, but it appears he is willing to die trying. Something furry brushes up against my leg, and I glance down to see Duko standing at my side. He looks awful. Deep cuts are oozing across his black fur, and chunks of flesh are missing from his body. I don’t know how he is still standing. ‘I’ve got it from here,’ Deimos voice breaks through my mind. But I don’t move from my protective stance. ‘You are injured.’ ‘I have been worse,’ Deimos lies to me. ‘This is my fight, not yours.’ I know I have to back away. Deimos needs to be the one to kill his father. After everything he has been through, he deserves that much. Nico’s wolf is pawing at the ground, growling at Duko. They are getting ready to attack ea
Liz POV “You can run, but you can’t hide,” Nico calls out from behind me. “I know these woods like the back of my hand. I will find you.” Panic and adrenaline are coursing through my veins as I slip between the trees. I duck under low branches and squeeze through narrow tree openings. Trying to find any way to slow Nico down. My feet are slipping on the fallen leaves as I run, but I try not to let it slow me down. I have never done much training, and I am beginning to get winded. ‘I don’t know how much longer I can run,’ I whine to Majesty. ‘You just have to keep going for a little longer,’ she encourages me. ‘Our mate is on his way. I can sense it.’ I don’t dare look over my shoulder as I flee. I don’t want to know how close Nico is to catching me. He is faster and stronger than I am. I may have been able to take down Brittany with just my claws, but I won’t be able to take on Nico alone. I trip over a fallen branch and tumble onto the ground. Glancing over my s
Deimos POV Willow jumps right into the action. Balls of flames burst from her hands and they hit the enemies in the chest. The fire engulfs their bodies and immediately turns them into piles of ash. Once the flames ruin their target they fly through the air, back into Willow’s hands. She is miraculous to watch. Ripping off my shirt, I leap into the air. Before my feet hit the ground, Duko has taken control. His paws hit the ground with a thud and a fearsome growl leaves his lips. Several of Nico’s warriors turn and look in my direction. I have never faced a lycan before, but they are much more terrifying than I expected. They look kind of like a wolf standing on two feet, but their limbs are long and gangly. Terrifying claws extend from the end of their human-like hands. Several of them surround Duko, and I have to push back the fear that is building in my chest. A lycan standing before me looks at me, and an awkward smile spreads across his grotesque face. With
Liz POV I watch Deimos for only a moment before I run toward the door that leads to the cells. I promised that I would hide, and I will keep that promise. I tug on the door, and it swings open easily. Rushing down the stairs, I let Majesty guide me through the dark. The dungeon is silent. All of the cells are empty as I rush past them. I make it to the cell at the very end of the dungeons, and I swing the door open. I press all of the bricks on the wall until the back of the cell opens. The secret door opens loudly, scraping against the floor of the dungeon. It causes me to cringe, and I hope that no one hears it. I slip through the door and push it shut behind me. Bracing my hands against the hidden door, I allow myself to breathe loudly. I don’t think anyone will hear me in here. Resting my hand on my stomach, I remind myself why I am hiding. I have to save the next white wolf. The sound of dripping water echoes in the distance, and memories of being trapped down
Deimos POV I am standing on the front porch of the pack house, staring out at a mass of lycan warriors. King Faris Jr is standing at the front, commanding his forces. Ace is standing at my side with his mouth wide open. Ace nudges me on the shoulder, and I tear my eyes away from the army in front of me. “Did you know that they were coming?” He asks. I can only shake my head. When Willow said that Faris Jr was going to take care of the Nico problem, I had no idea that it was going to be this. I walk down the stairs of the porch and stand at Faris Jr’s side. As I approach him, I bare my neck in submission. “What is all this?” I ask Faris Jr. “I am here to help you,” Faris Jr replies with a smile on his face. “This isn’t your fight,” I remind him. “It became my fight when Nico recruited lycans,” Faris Jr growls. “I have to remind my citizens of their place.” “When is Nico coming?” I ask. “That’s the thing,” Faris Jr says hesitantly. “I am not sure if he is brav