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Liz POV As we pull through the gates of the Dark Moon Pack, it is chaos. Pack members and rogues are running to the cars, pulling out the dead and wounded. Some of the injured are tended to on the streets because their wounds are so severe. The dead are being carted off to the morgue after they are identified. I climb off Deimos’s lap and stand in the middle of it all. As the Luna of the pack, I should be helping, but I don’t know where to start. Several warriors make their way to the Jeep and open the back. As they reach for Dainn’s body, Deimos lets out a fearsome growl. The growl makes me tremble where I stand. The full force of Deimos’s Alpha Aura is smothering. I feel like I can barely breathe. “Don’t touch him,” Deimos warns the warriors. Deimos walks to the back of the Jeep and gently tugs Dainn’s body out of the back. He cradles him in his arms and makes his way toward the hospital. “Deimos,” I call after him. He pauses, but he doesn’t turn around. “You ar
Liz POV Deimos carries me bridal style into the pack house, but I cannot take my eyes off the fire in the distance. I know my father said it was the way of the rogues, but it feels wrong. They feel like they are part of my pack now, and they deserve to be treated like it. The doors of the pack house swing open, and Deimos carries me gently up the stairs. The limp in his leg is gone. He isn’t struggling to make it up the stairs with me in his arms. I want to ask him why, but I am exhausted. Instead, I rest my head on his shoulder and snuggle into his chest. Deimos nudges the door to his bedroom open with his foot. It doesn’t look like he has been in here since I disappeared. He bypasses the bedroom and heads straight to the bathroom. He sits me down on the edge of the oversized bathtub and begins to run the water. As the water is running, he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it in the trash. I don’t blame him. It is ruined. I have been in it since the night I foll
Liz POV Deimos pulls me to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. I grip the sheets in anticipation. He runs his nose up the inside of my leg, and his breath on my skin causes me to shiver. He grabs my knees and forces them farther apart. His tongue darts out and flicks my clit. My back arches against the bed, and I cry out. Deimos chuckles against my core before he delves his tongue in between my folds. I try to close my legs around his head, but Deimos keeps them open. My hips rise off the bed, trying to get Deimos to force his tongue deeper inside of me. Deimos groans as his fingers inch toward my core. His tongue toys with my clit while his fingers play at my entrance. His teasing is driving me crazy. “Deimos,” I beg. But he doesn’t answer my pleas. He continues to tease me. His finger circles around my entrance, barely pressing inside of me. Suddenly, he bites down on my clit and thrusts a finger inside of me. I pull the sheets from the bed and
Liz POV Deimos pulls one of his shirts over my head and tries to lead me from the room. “No way,” I say, dragging him back to the closet. “I am never leaving this room without pants again.” Deimos chuckles lightly as he watches me from the doorway of the closet. I slide on a pair of panties and leggings before throwing my hair into a messy bun. “You are never allowed to wear your hair down again,” Deimos says as he rubs his fingers over my mark. “I love you,” I say as I stretch up on my tip toes and kiss him on the lips. Deimos moans and quickly pulls away from me. “Food first,” he grunts. I try to conceal my smirk with a pout, but I am failing miserably. Deimos grabs me by the hand and yanks me out of the closet. He is moving faster than I have ever seen him move before. He skips down the stairs, and I can barely keep up. We burst through the kitchen doors to find my mother and father sitting at the kitchen table. Both have large mugs of coffee in their hands.
Liz POV Deimos grabs me by the arm and tries to drag me out of the pack house. I dig my heels into the ground and fight against him. “Where are you taking me?” I groan. “Into the moonlight,” he says in a hurried voice. “Why?” I whine. “So you can shift into your wolf,” he says as he stops in his tracks. “I am tired,” I groan. “I am sure Majesty is tired too.” ‘I could shift,’ Majesty stretches out in my mind. “No,” I hiss aloud. Deimos has a smirk on his lips. “What is your wolf telling you?” “None of your business,” I yawn. But Deimos isn’t listening. He throws me over his shoulder and marches outside. “Wait,” I yell out over him. “What about Brittany?” “What about her?” Deimos asks as he opens the front door of the pack house. “She is a Nico sympathizer,” I tell him as I bounce up and down on his back. “Let the trash take itself out,” Deimos growls. “We have work to do.” I stare back at the pack house as Deimos carries me away. My parents come ru
Deimos POV Elizabeth’s wolf is magnificent. I have never seen a more beautiful wolf. Her fur is as white as snow, and her eyes glow like emeralds against it. I don’t know much about white wolves. I actually thought that they were extinct. I can’t remember the last time a white wolf was documented. Duko doesn’t give me a chance to introduce Majesty to the crowd. He wants to be with his mate. I can’t blame him. He has been waiting for this for a long time. Duko takes over my body and shifts. His paws land on the ground with a thud. Majesty’s tail is wagging back and forth. She is just as excited to see him as he is to see her. Duko stares into Majesty’s eyes silently. There is already an unspoken bond between them. It isn’t like the bond that I had to build with Elizabeth. Their bond is automatic and strong. Duko raises his nose into the air and howls loudly. The pack returns my howl. They have all shifted into their wolves and are waiting patiently for my command
Nico POVI have been running in my wolf form for days. Omen’s feet are beginning to bleed, but I don’t dare let him stop running until I have placed enough distance between myself and the Dark Moon Pack. I cannot risk Deimos or anyone from the Moonstone Pack finding me. I killed the wrong son. I knew it the moment my teeth slammed down on Dainn’s neck. It will only be a matter of time until Deimos comes for me. There is no way he will let me live after everything I have done. I just need to hide out long enough to rebuild my forces. Then I can take back the Dark Moon Pack for myself. But I am not stupid enough to fight my son now that he is the Alpha. The prophecy stated that if I killed the wrong son, the other would end my life. I need to find someone to kill Deimos for me before he kills me.‘I need to rest,’ Omen pants heavily. ‘We have to go a little further,’ I tell him. ‘We are on the outskirts of Lycan City.’ ‘No one will look for us here,’ Omen says as he comes
Deimos POV I am in my nicest black suit, pacing outside of the bathroom door. The water in the sink has been running for what feels like forever. Elizabeth can’t possibly still be brushing her teeth. It has been at least ten minutes. I knock lightly on the bathroom door. “Princess,” I call out. “We are running behind.” “I am coming,” Elizabeth calls out, but she sounds breathless. “Just a few more minutes.” “We don’t have a few more minutes,” I try not to sound irritated. “We are already late.” “Okay,” Elizabeth says as she opens the bathroom door. Her face is flushed, and her lipstick is smeared. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her hair is falling out of the fancy updo. I must be making an odd face because Elizabeth quickly checks her reflection. She pulls her hair down and runs her fingers through the blonde tendrils, trying to calm the frizz. She wipes the lipstick from her lips and puts on a fresh coat. “Better?” She asks with a little bit of attitude. “Are yo