My son is still extremely sick. There might not be an update tomorrow. Sorry to leave you on this cliff hanger.
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
Deimos POV Elizabeth’s parents, Osiris and Willow, hold their breath while my anger fills the room. Willow tries to move Elizabeth out of the path of my anger, but Elizabeth refuses to move. She loops her arm within mine and stands proudly at my side. Elizabeth believes me when I say I didn’t try to kill my brother, and that is all that matters. Osiris’s eyes flicker between Elizabeth and me. He is weighing his options. Osiris wants to protect his family, but he knows choosing to battle with me will not be an easy fight. My reputation always precedes me. While I may not be the true Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, my wolf, Duko, is still a formidable fighter. He has taken down plenty of Alphas with no problem, and I do not fear a fight with Osiris. The only thing holding me back is how it would make Elizabeth feel. “Why don’t we have lunch?” Willow cuts through the tension in the room, but Osiris and I don’t take our eyes off each other. “Daddy,” Elizabeth says softly. “I b
Deimos POV Elizabeth’s shoulders are slumped over in the passenger seat of the car on the way back to the hotel. She is staring out of the window with tears freely flowing down her cheeks. Normally, she tries to be so strong, but not this time. Duko is howling painfully in my mind, begging me to take her sadness away. I keep glancing at her from the corner of my eyes. I want to ask her what was said between her and Osiris, but I don’t know how to approach the conversation. If Elizabeth wanted me to know what was said I am sure she would have told me by now. We pull up to the hotel and I toss my keys to the valet. He tries to open the door to let Elizabeth out, but I growl loudly, and he steps away from the car. I quickly move to the other side of the car, disguising my limp. I open Elizabeth’s door, and she looks up at me. The look on her face breaks me. Her mascara is running down her face, and her lipstick is smeared. She tries to plaster the fake smile she has been
Deimos POV “I want you to mark me,” Elizabeth whispers. My hand freezes inside her panties. She is asking me for the one thing I cannot give her. “You are asking me for something I can’t give you,” I tell her quietly. I try to remove my hand from her panties, but Elizabeth grabs my hand and holds it in place. Her hips wiggle against my fingers, and I have to resist the urge to plunge my fingers into her. “Do you want to mark me?” She asks as she looks up at me through her eyelashes. I open my mouth to lie to her. I want to tell her that I have no intention of ever marking her. But Duko growls in my mind, demanding that I tell her the truth. “I want to mark you,” I answer her honestly. “But now isn’t the time.” Elizabeth wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Her tongue swipes against the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I know what she is doing. Elizabeth is trying to get me caught up in the moment in hopes that Duko will
Liz POV I fell asleep in the comfort of Deimos’s arms last night. After I confessed that I loved him, I expected him to make love to me again, but he didn’t. Instead, he stripped us both down to our underwear and led me to the bed. He wrapped me in his arms and fell asleep quickly. But I didn’t fall asleep as quickly. I laid in bed and worried about what my father said. He warned me that Deimos was evil and that he couldn’t be trusted. He believed everything that Nico said and made it clear that he would never support Deimos as an Alpha. Nothing I said could make him change his mind. Finally, I blurted out that I loved Deimos. My father called me a fool. Told me that Deimos was just using me for sex. That is when I stormed out of the kitchen with tears flowing down my cheeks. My father has never spoken to me that way before. He has never been disappointed in me before. It hurt, but it hurt more to think about not being with Deimos. With tears streaming down my face,
Liz POV My whole body is trembling with excitement as I wait for Deimos to thrust into me again. Wrapping one of my legs over his arm, he pins it up by my side. But instead of pounding into me, he eases his way deeper. He waits while I wiggle my hips, trying to adjust to the fullness. “Are you okay?” He asks me gently. “Yes,” I moan. Deimos starts to move again. Slowly, at first, but with each thrust of his hips, he moves faster and harder. The sting of pain that I felt at first soon subsides, and pleasure takes its place. I struggle to keep up with his pace. Deimos isn’t giving me a moment to catch my breath. Tingles are spreading throughout my body like I have never felt before. Pressure is building in my core, and I am desperate for release. “Deimos,” I moan his name. His lips capture mine, and his tongue forces its way into my mouth. He groans into my mouth as his tongue swipes against mine. Pulling away from the kiss, Deimos grabs my bottom lip between hi
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