The truth comes out.
Liz POV Deimos and I walk into the dining room the next morning, and I am surprised to see that we are the last to arrive. Nico is sitting at the head of the table with a scowl on his face. For the first time, his scowl is not directed at Deimos or me. Nico’s eyes are glued to the shiny new mark on his daughter’s neck. Stella has her black hair pulled up into a high ponytail and is wearing a low-cut shirt. I know it is a power play to show off her new mark. She wants everyone to know that Isaiah and she have already marked and mated one another. Isaiah is sitting in the seat that I normally sit in, so I stand awkwardly in the doorway of the dining room. I am unsure where I am supposed to go now. There is an empty seat beside Damon, but I would rather stick a fork in my eye than sit beside him. Deimos takes his seat at the opposite end of the table from his father and grunts for me to sit down between him and Damon. Reluctantly, I take the remaining seat at the table and tr
Deimos POV I am jealous. I can admit that. The way Elizabeth and that warrior were sharing glances across the table made my skin crawl. Never once has she looked at me that way. There is a history between them that I don’t understand. When I tried to get to the bottom of it, I realized they were in love with one another. I knew I had to get Elizabeth alone. She needs to remember who she belongs to. My hand is wrapped around her throat once again, and Duko is growling angrily in my mind. He doesn’t approve of my treatment of Elizabeth. I stare into Elizabeth’s eyes, and she doesn’t look afraid. Her eyes are dilated, and her breathing is erratic. If I didn’t know any better, I would guess she is turned on. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her. Her eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to speak. I loosen my hand around her neck, and she lets out a little whimper. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her again. “You,” the word is breathy on her lips. I wipe her hair out of h
Liz POV Deimos straightens his shirt and pants before placing another kiss on my lips. He walks around his desk and takes a seat. He is pretending like I didn’t spend the last ten minutes on my knees worshiping him. I don’t know what I am supposed to do, so I stand awkwardly in the middle of the office, waiting for instructions. Deimos doesn’t look up from his paperwork. “You can start packing,” he says as he clicks the keys on his computer. “Packing?” My voice is rough, and my throat is sore. “We are leaving for the Moonstone Pack in the morning,” Deimos tells me. “Really?” I squeal with excitement. Deimos looks up from his computer with a genuine smile on his face. I don’t think I have seen this side of him before. He looks excited. “Yes,” Deimos chuckles. “Now go pack.” I am over the moon and don’t know how to contain myself. Rushing over to Deimos, I grab him by the side of the head and plant a kiss firmly on his lips. His tongue presses against the seam
Liz POV We pull up to the hotel just inside Moonstone Pack territory. My eyes flicker to Deimos with questions. I want to know why we aren’t staying at the pack house, but his tight jaw and hardened gaze tell me not to ask any questions. The driver pulls up to the front doors of the hotel, and Deimos exits the car without looking at me. I quickly follow him into the hotel, keeping myself just a few steps behind him. He is walking without his cane and hiding his limp well. If I didn’t know he was injured, I wouldn’t be able to spot the slight limp. His wolf must be working overtime to keep up the illusion that he doesn’t have an injured leg. Deimos approaches the front desk, and the receptionist cowers in fear. I don’t blame her. The look on his face is more than a little intimidating. I peek around his massive form and recognize the girl behind the front desk. She was one of the few that dared to torment me in school. Her name is Becky. I slip behind Deimos and try t
Liz POV I walk through the hotel corridors, trying not to look nervous. I am not doing anything wrong. Technically, Deimos is my mate despite the lack of a mark on my neck. I approach the hotel door and am shocked by the sound of voices on the other side. I think about what Becky said and how it would look if I were to enter a room full of men. I can only imagine what the rumors would be. “This was a mistake,” I tell myself as I turn to run the other way. Before I can take the first step, the door opens, and the scent of Applewood envelopes me. I turn to see Deimos smiling drunkenly at me. How is it that he is already drunk? “I thought you would lose your nerve,” he says as he gestures for me to come inside. I look around and see a few other men sitting in the massive hotel suite. I stand awkwardly by the door, and Deimos places his hand on my lower back and guides me further into the room. “The keys to my room didn’t work,” I say shyly as I look around the room. “
Liz POV I am too stunned to squeal or speak as Deimos throws me over his shoulder. My head and arms are hanging upside down, bouncing off his back. Deimos kicks the door of the bedroom open and gently tosses me on the king-sized bed. His eyes rake over my body like a man possessed. I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to become any darker than what they already were. His darkened gaze sweeps over my body, and I can feel my panties get wet. Lifting his nose to the air, Deimos lets out a sound that sounds like a purr. I know he can smell my arousal, and it only makes me hotter. Squeezing my thighs together, I try to release the pressure that is building between them. Deimos slowly strips off his shirt, and my breath hitches in my chest. I have seen him completely naked before, so the way he looks should be no surprise to me. But every time I see him, it is like I am seeing him for the first time. My tongue darts out and wets my lips. I find myself wondering what h
Liz POV I feel my virginity rip, and I cry out. Deimos muffles my scream with his mouth as he continues to circle my clit with his fingers. Soon, the pain subsides, and I find myself meeting his thrusts. Deimos removes his fingers from my clit and lowers himself on my body. He moves my hair off my neck and begins to suck on my marking spot. Every inch of my body is on fire, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of my pleasure. Deimos’s fangs press against my skin, and I wait for him to mark me. But before he can, my orgasm rushes through my body, and I scream out his name. I barely feel Deimos remove his teeth from my skin without marking me. I am too caught up in my pleasure. My hips thrust up erratically, meeting each one of Deimos's thrusts. Tingles spread throughout my body as I come down from my orgasm, and I am left shaking in the aftermath. Deimos doesn’t stop. He begins to pound into me relentlessly. The sting of his cock stretching me with his powerful
Liz POV We pull up to the pack house of the Moonstone Pack. This place holds so many memories of my childhood, both good and bad. It looks the same and different all at the same time. I have only been gone a few short weeks, but everything in my life is different now. The way I see the world is different now. I will never forget my first night in this house. I had just lost my caretaker, Gretchen, and I was scared to be alone. My mother held me all night, assuring me that I would be okay. But it wasn’t my mother that comforted me the most. It was the voice inside my mind. It wasn’t the first time I had heard the voice, but it was definitely the most memorable. The voice whispered in my mind that I was finally home. As I grew older, I learned the voice I heard in my mind was that of my wolf, Majesty. She kept me safe and comfortable during the roughest years of my life. She helped me deal with the bullies in school and helped me feel like less of an outcast. But