Liz POV
My eyes feel heavy as I try to open them, and a subtle beeping noise is in the background. I squint against the harsh light of the bright white room, trying to make my eyes come into focus.
I open my mouth to yawn, and a pain shoots through my jaw. I raise my hand to touch my face, and I realize it is swollen and painful to the touch.
The blurriness in my eyes subsides, and the world comes into view. I am in a bright white room with wires and tubes connected to my arms, chest, and legs. Gingerly, I try to sit up in the bed, but a strong hand lays me back down.
“It is nice to see you awake, Luna,” a soft voice says to me.
I look to my right and see a doctor standing beside the machine, watching my vitals.
“Where am I?” I ask stupidly.
“You are in the hospital,” the doctor says with a kind smile. “Alpha Deimos got you here just in time.”
I try to shake the fuzziness from my brain. I thought I just heard the doctor say Deimos brought me to the hospital. Why would he do that? Wouldn’t it get rid of his hated spy for him if I died conveniently?
“What happened?” I ask as I try to recall the events that led me to this point.
The last thing I remember is Deimos scooping me into his arms before everything went blank.
“You seemed to have a rather nasty run-in with the head Omega of the pack house,” the doctor reminds me. “You have several broken ribs and a fair amount of stitches on your cheek.”
“Deimos brought me here?” I ask in confusion. I still do not understand why he would bring me here when he knows I am a spy.
“He just left,” the doctor replies. “He refused to leave your side until you were stable.”
A snort of laughter escapes my lips. “You must be mistaken.”
“I promise you, Luna, I am not.”
Suddenly, the door of my hospital room flies open and I see Nico standing in the doorway with a very irritated look on his face. I shrink down in the bed, feeling like a child who is about to be scolded.
“Leave us,” Nico commands the doctor.
The doctor rolls his shoulders back and lifts his chin. “She needs her rest.”
Nico refuses to leave the room. A growl fills the room, and the doctor’s shoulders slump over. “I said for you to leave us.”
The doctor gives me an apologetic look before he scurries from the room. The air around me feels too thin under Nico’s merciless gaze. I don’t know what I have done to upset him, but he is clearly irritated with me.
“You lied to me,” Nico growls.
‘What?” I respond.
“Let’s try this again,” Nico’s voice is harsh and terrifying. “You lied to me.”
My mouth becomes abnormally dry, and I try to swallow. “I don’t understand.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?” Nico growls.
Tears fill my eyes because I have no idea what he is talking about. “What did I do?”
“You fed me false information,” Nico snarls.
“I didn’t,” I cry. “I told you exactly what I heard from Deimos’s phone call. There was to be a convoy tomorrow at noon.”
“That was an hour ago,” Nico says angrily. “And guess what? There was no convoy.”
“You must be mistaken.” The words rush from my mouth. “I know what I heard. I told you everything.”
Then a sense of dread washes over me. That convoy was headed for my family. “My family… Are they okay?”
“Do you think your family matters anymore?” Nico laughs evilly. “You didn’t uphold the part of your deal.”
“But I did,” I plead as I try to sit up. “I reported to you just as you asked. Where is my father’s convoy now?!”
“I wonder who you would miss the most.” An evil grin spreads over Nico’s lips. “Would it be your little brother, Phineas, or perhaps your sister, Belle? Or maybe your mother and father should be the first to go.”
“Please,” I beg. “I had told you everything I knew. Maybe Deimos changed his plans last minute.”
“If he had changed his plans last minute, it was your job to find that out,” Nico sneers.
“I have been in the hospital,” I cry. “How could I?”
“That feels like your problem,” Nico chuckles. “Now tell me. Who’s life do I take first?”
“You were supposed to protect my family,” I raise my voice. “Now you are threatening them.”
“I get what I want by any means necessary,” Nico reminds me.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I finally realize what is happening. I am in a losing game. There is no way for me to win. My family will be in danger no matter what I do.
Nico’s phone rings in his pocket. He looks at the caller ID before disappearing into the bathroom.
I strain my ears to hear what he is saying. His voice is low as he speaks to whoever is on the other end of the call. I know he doesn’t think I can hear him without a wolf. But little does he know, I used to have a wolf. When I was younger, she lived inside my mind, guiding me through the hardest parts of my life. Then one day, she was gone. Not a day goes by that I do not miss her.
“No,” I hear Nico groan. “The information we were given was wrong. No matter, we will have another chance at the convoy.”
There is a long pause before Nico speaks again. “It turns out my newest spy is as useless as the last. She will have to be disposed of.”
What did I do?! I gave Nico the information on my family’s convoy, and he is after them, too! Just like his evil son!
Panic rises in my chest. I have been wrong. I thought Nico would help me against the devil, but he is actually as bad as Deimos, or maybe more!
I try to compose myself when I hear the door to the bathroom open, but I know the look of fear is still etched into my face. I look down at my hands, trying to hide my face from Nico.
“This conversation isn’t over,” Nico growls as he walks out of the hospital room.
I twist the edge of the blanket in my hands, trying to calm my nerves. I try to formulate a new plan. I need to get in touch with my family and warn them of Nico’s plans. They deserve that much since I have failed them.
My hospital door swings open again, and the scent of Applewood fills the air. I let out an uneasy sigh as Deimos walks to the edge of my bed. I need to come clean and tell him the truth. He might be the only person who can save my family and possibly me. I need to take advantage of the conflict between him and his father.
Deimos puts two fingers under my chin, and a spark of electricity spreads across my skin. He lifts my face so our eyes meet. “You betrayed me, Princess.”
Liz POV I sit in the hospital bed and shake fearfully. I don’t know what to say. Deimos is right; I did betray him, and there is no sense in trying to deny it. I open my mouth several times to speak, but nothing comes out. “Get dressed,” Deimos’s growl fills the silence between us. “You are being discharged.” Deimos tosses me a bag of clothes, and I am touched that he remembered I would need clean clothes to go home in. I patiently wait for Deimos to leave the hospital room so I can change. Instead, he draws the curtain and waits with his arms crossed over his chest. “Change,” he commands me. I can feel his Alpha Aura wash over me, but it doesn’t have the desired effect. “I would like some privacy,” I try to sound confident. “I have already seen you naked,” Deimos laughs. “Or have you already forgotten?” Memories of the shower flash through my mind, and my face heats. “I have not forgotten. But I would still like some privacy.” “And if I don’t?” Deimos gro
Liz POV My eyes widen with fear. “You want me to be a double agent?” Deimos chuckles. “For lack of a better word, yes. You will feed my father just enough information to make him think you are still on his side, and in return, you will tell me everything he wants to know.” “Won’t it be dangerous?” My voice is dry and raspy. “If you prove yourself,” Deimos pauses. “I will keep you safe.” I look at Deimos. He is stripping off his clothes and getting ready for bed. I try to avert my eyes from his partially naked form, but my eyes are drawn to him. He is easily the most attractive man that I have ever seen, but I would never let him know that. This is officially a strictly business agreement. “You should get ready for bed,” Deimos growls. “You have had a stressful day.” Deimos crawls into his bed, settling himself right in the middle, and I know that I will be sleeping on the floor again. It is probably best that we keep our distance from each other anyway. There is
Deimos POV From the moment that little wolf-less girl walked into this pack house, my life has been turned upside down. My father has been demanding I mark and mate her. I know what he wants. A mate like her is only going to make me weaker. Nico has always been obvious and stupid. It was obvious that she was a spy from the beginning. That is why I refused to offer her any type of solace. I vowed not to make her stay her comfortable. That's why I insisted she sleep on the floor. I watch as my father drags her down the stairs to his office, and my wolf, Duko, is running wild in my mind. From the moment he laid eyes on Elizabeth, he insisted that she was his. He has never found himself concerned with the other females in my life. He is sure this wolf-less spy is my mate, but I refuse to believe the Moon Goddess would be so cruel to pair me with someone like her. I slam the door so I don't have to watch Elizabeth fight against my father's grip. I lean my forehead against the
Liz POV The paper crinkles underneath me as I scoot around on the hospital bed. I pinch the gown together behind me, trying to hide my bare bottom as Deimos paces the floor in front of me. I don't know why I am bothering. It isn't like he is paying attention to me anyway. He is playing a game on his phone. "Would you please sit down," I say, trying to sound commanding. Deimos looks up at me with a shocked look on his face. "Did you just try and command me to sit down?" I immediately look down at my hands. "Your pacing is just making me nervous." "What the fuck do you have to be nervous about?" Deimos stops in his tracks. "I'm sitting in a hospital gown at four in the morning for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I have every reason to be nervous," I spit at him. "Elizabeth," Deimos breathes out. "I don't think I have ever heard you sound so assertive." I cannot stop the slight grin that tugs at the corners of my lips. "You have known me for less than a day,"
Liz POV After too many stitches to count and another barrage of tests, the doctor hands me a bottle of pain medication and tells me to take it easy. The doctor quickly leaves the room and I slide off of the hospital bed. Gingerly, I slip off the hospital gown and slide the bloodied oversized t-shirt back over my head. I peek out of the hospital room and see the hospital is in full swing. The hallways are busy with nurses and doctors running from one room to the next. Looking down at my clothes, embarrassment washes over me. Between the blood on the shirt and the bruises on my face, I know people will be watching me as I leave the room. I step back into the room and wait for several minutes but it is clear that no one is coming to get me. I will have to find my way back to the pack house on my own. "You are the Luna of this pack," I whisper to myself. “You can do this.” I hold my head high, pull the t-shirt down around my hips, and walk out of the room. I weave my way in and ou
Liz POV Nico opens the hospital room door, and Deimos stands on the other side with a bag in his hands. I look between the two men and step back into the darkness of the room. If there is going to be a fight, I don’t want to be in the middle of it. Deimos ignores Nico’s presence and tosses the bag into my hands. “I brought you some clothes,” he grumbles. "I didn't know what to bring, so I brought a variety.” "This was very kind of you," I say as I dig through the bag, looking for a top and bottom that would fit. Deimos only grunts in response. A sly smile is on Nico’s face as he slips from the room. “I will leave you two alone. I trust you can take your wife back to the pack house.” Deimos growls at Nico, causing Nico to hurry from the room. Once Nico has left the room and shut the door behind him, Deimos lowers his voice and inches his way closer to me. “Would you like to explain what that was about?” “When we get back to the pack house,” I whisper. “No,” Deimo
Deimos POV Elizabeth hops out of the car and dashes across the driveway at the pack house before I can even get out. I know she feared I would carry her from the vehicle into the pack house. When I carried her across the hospital parking lot, I could see her pale skin flush with embarrassment. While I carried her, I could not help but feel angry. With each limp of my leg, she kept insisting she could walk herself. I don't know which irritated me more—her concern over my leg or how comfortable she felt in my arms. I had to keep reminding myself that I don't need or want a Luna. Having Elizabeth around is only proving to make my life harder. Slamming my car door shut, I hobble into the pack house. Hobble. I hate that word. It implies I am incapable in some way, but there is no other word for how I walk these days. Irritation is still bubbling under the surface of my skin as I make my way into my office. My father tries to stop me as I head to my office. "Where have you
Liz POV I must have fallen asleep while I was online shopping. I refused to buy more than what I needed. If I could have gone to second-hand shops to do my shopping, I would have. I don’t feel comfortable spending someone else’s money. Someone shakes me by the shoulders, and the splitting pain from my broken ribs wakes me from my peaceful sleep. My eyes fly open, and I see Deimos’s darkened eyes looking down at me. “Did you find some clothes?” He asks. “Good morning to you, too,” I say. A low growl rumbles in Deimos’s chest. “Yes,” I roll my eyes. “I bought the necessities.” “Let me see,” Deimos grumbles. I open the laptop and pull up the order confirmations to show him what I purchased. When I get to the dark green ball gown, Deimos grunts in disapproval. “This won't do,” he says as he grabs the laptop from my hands. He flicks through the online dress shop until he lands on a tight red ball gown with a sweetheart neckline. I stare at the dress and shake my he
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