What has Willow seen?
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 Stella and Isaiah are waiting for us in the hotel lobby. Becky is behind the receptionist's desk with a very sour look on her face. She always had a thing for Isaiah in school. It was one of the reasons she hated me and tormented me so much. For once, she isn’t glaring in my direction. She is looking at Stella with pure disdain. Stella doesn’t seem to notice Becky’s presence. All of her attention is focused on Isaiah. Per usual, Stella is dressed to impress. She has on a short black dress that showcases her long legs. Her lips are painted bright red, accentuating her full pout. Isaiah is wearing jeans and a button-up shirt. He has his arm wrapped around Stella, and he keeps leaning in to smell her hair. A smile pulls at the corners of my lips when I see them together. I am happy Isaiah found his mate. Deimos clears his throat, and Isaiah pulls away from Stella. His whole demeanor changes. Isaiah is terrified of Deimos. Stella scowls at her brother and
Liz POV The car’s tires rumble on the gravel of the pack house driveway, and it awakes me from my sleep. My head bounces uncomfortably on the car’s window. I must have slept the whole ride back to the Dark Moon Pack. Night has already fallen. The pack house is dark except for the front porch. Two dark figures are waiting on the porch for us to arrive. I don’t have to squint through the darkness to know it is Nico and Damon waiting for me. Deimos gets out of the car and limps toward the pack house with his cane. I haven’t seen him use it since we left. I watch him curiously, wondering how much his limp is an act he puts on for his family. The driver opens my car door, and I step out into the cool night air. Deimos doesn’t spare me a second glance as he walks into the pack house. I try to remember that it is all an act, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I walk up the porch stairs and nod politely to Nico before making my way inside. But Damon steps in my way. “J
Deimos POV It killed me to walk away from the car, leaving Elizabeth behind. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have walked into the house with her hand in hand to prove to my father that we are a united front. But I worry about what that would mean for Elizabeth. My father has to believe she is still his little spy. Until Dainn comes back to take his rightful place as Alpha, I have to pretend like she means nothing to me. Only then can I claim her as my mate. If I were to claim her now, my father would have one more weakness to exploit. So, I did the only thing I could, and I walked away from the car. Leaning heavily on my cane, I put on an act for my father and Damon. As I pass them on the porch I expected them to stop me, but they don’t. My eyes meet my father’s, and he glares in my direction, but he doesn’t say a word to me. Damon raises his eyebrows and smirks in my direction. They aren’t waiting for me. They are waiting for Elizabeth. A challenging growl rumbl
Liz POV Deimos begins to pace the floor. He is running his fingers through his hair in frustration. His eyes are glazed over. I can tell he is debating with himself and probably his wolf. We both know the solution to our problems is for him to mark me, but there is something holding him back. Maybe he is truly concerned that I will make him weak. I try to stand in his way to stop him from pacing, but he steps around me like I am not even there. “Deimos,” I whisper his name. “We don’t have to make a decision tonight.” “But we do,” he says. “My father is expecting you to follow his rules.” “I want you to mark me because you want to mark me. Not because your father is demanding it,” I tell Deimos. Deimos stops in front of me and grabs me by the shoulders. “What do I need to do to prove to you that I want you?” “I don’t know,” I quietly respond. Pulls me in closely and presses his lips to mine. Electricity pulsates through my body, causing heat to pool in my core.
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