Demi's pov I wanted to change my mind about attending the party but I couldn't because that would make Bopha feel bad.I sat still, averting my gaze from the mirror and staring at my fingers as she brushed my hair, running the bristles down the strands with soft strokes.I had picked a simple flowy gown out of the ones that lined my wardrobes. I didn't know how they got there but I was glad I had more clothes.It had long sleeves and a high neck that covered my scars and flowed from the waist with fullness to cover how scrawny and imperfect I was.I had let her apply lipstick for me and powder my face a bit.I loved the look on it even though I felt weird because I was never exposed to such luxuries.When I had taken my bath earlier, I had scrubbed and scrubbed till my skin was almost red and my healing wounds had peeled but I didn't care.I just wanted not to stink .I wanted Eros to look my way.I needed to be wanted by him."All done." Bopha tapped my head and si
Demi’s povBopha had informed me that the party wouldn't take place inside the castle because it was an outdoor party.She rattled on about how much fun we would have but as we got close, the feelings of excitement sprouting in my belly due to her Ardor turned sore and there was suddenly a lump in my throat when I tried to swallow.I could hear the chatter as we stepped towards them, getting closer to the venue and I wanted to run off in the other direction.Breathe Demi, Harlyn tried to calm me, we are free from Logan, and even if it's hard to accept, this place better for us despite our mate not wanting us and people hating us.You are right, I agreed with her, we need to live once in a while right?Yes! Now go on and have fun. She cheered me on and I suddenly felt my anxiety disappear, I took in deep breaths to calm myself expecting to have fun as Harlyn said.___I wasn't having any fun. I wanted to leave because the moment I got here, Bopha was snatched from my side as they nee
Demi's pov Breathe One word, in one breath pronounced the huskiest yet most alluring male voice I had ever heard with sparks rising against my scalp as I felt fingers tips slower massage in soothing movements between the strands of my hair. I wanted to drown in the voice that overshadowed the terrible laugh but green eyes were replaced with blue eyes and those fingers on my scalp came to my neck squeezing tightly with a sneer leering in my face and a horrid laughter sounding yet again in my ear. I screamed out as my throat constricted from the harsh grip. Embers seared my skin as he forced me down on the scorching coals. "Please...I wouldn't do it again, I promise." Haris's screams harmonized with mine as I trashed against the hot coals kicking and fighting with every ounce of strength that I possessed. I could feel my chest tightening again, Intake of air became a draining chore and my fingers waved to clutched onto something for support that will pull me from the darkness
Demi’s pov There wasn't any word from him as he walked towards my bedroom, he walked in it with a sigh and gently laid me on the bed. I memorized the way he lifted my head laying it against the pillows, he held my gaze as he smoothed my hair out of my face and gently tucked it behind my ear. And then, he turned his head, a violent sneeze coming from him that made him step back. "Sorry." I murmured but he said nothing and I watched as he straightened up, not casting me a glance before turning to head for the door. "Eros." I called to him before he could reach the door and he turned his head, "Stay please." I donee my request was bold and it seemed to catch him off guard as I recognized the hesitation in his eyes. My gaze wandered to his hands planted my his side, fingers balled into fists like he was restraining himself from something internally. I laid there watching him hoping that he wouldn't refuse. I had him here now, he was with me and this is the first proper interaction
Demi's pov I had a friend when I was younger, way younger than this before my early teens and he was the most heart warming person I had met then. He had golden hair that reminded me of the sun and pretty blue eyes. His smile was nice and soft making me safe as he had looked at me with kindness back then and kindness was all I had wished for while I tried not to be the weird kid of the pack. While other kids bullied me, he did the opposite and cared for me. My parents Were still alive then and even if we were still omegas and looked down upon, life was better because they loved me and I loved them as well. The kid and I had met back then when his pack came visiting and he had left his parents to come to play with me while the other kids gave him weird looks about why he would associate with the dirty omega. He never cared and didn't pay attention to their words. He only intensified hanging out with me more throughout the week that they stayed. He told me stories about the
Demi’s pov I had to tell Bopha Everything excluding my former life. I just gave her a brief breakdown of what had happened and also excluded Anya's abusive nature towards me because I didn't want any problems. "This is unlike him." Her brows were furrowed as she leaned against the headboard with her hands behind her head, "Are you sure you are mates?" "Positive." I nodded remembering the sparks I felt and everything that had happened before and after that, "Why do you ask?" "His Majesty has always been enthusiastic about getting a mate so him acting strangely towards you is weird." Because it's me, I am the issue here, I am not worthy of being by his side or being Luna. And ever since that night, Harlyn had gone quiet as well. Each of us took time to reflect on how miserable we were and how no one wanted us. "You know what." Bopha got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror, her hand going over the table to find her hair clip, "We are going for a walk." "I am goo
Demi's pov"Are you alright sweetheart?"The blue-eyed stranger spoke, his voice gave a homely feel as he purposefully drew me closer with his arms, his eyes searching my entire being for any signs of hurt, "You look shaken."I only stared at him still in shock from the hit.“Are you alright?” His voice had gotten graver as he gazed upon my bad arm and the wounds I had on my fingers.I silently expressed gratitude at the fact that the other parts of my body were covered by the long gown with full sleeves that I had put on making it impossible to see the rest of my wounds.I had no words, my gaze went awkwardly to where his hands gripped and a flicker of realization flashed in his eyes. His fingers gently loosened unhanding me and I stepped back a bit giving him distance."I am sorry, you could have fallen if I hadn't held onto you." His words offered apologies and I watched as he stretched out his hand catching me off guard, his finger carefully brushed against my cheek touching a w
Demi’s pov"You are scaring her you dolt!" Dmitri snarled at him as well before casting a reassuring gaze at me, "Don't worry about him, Demi.""I should take my leave." I bowed silently and was about to move when I felt fingers around my arm again. It was Dmitri's, he pulled me closer with a gentle move and I saw the frown on Eros's face deepen like he didn't want him touching me.I think mate is jealous, Harlyn had hope laced in her voice.No, he isn't, I argued with her, He is just being silly!"Let go of her, Dmitri." Eros snapped in his direction and he looked like he was about to close the space between him and Dmitri to punch him, “Now!”"Why? She's not your mate is she?"I looked at Eros as we all heard Dmitri's words and this time Eros looked at me, his eyes holding mine and a flicker of hope grazed my mind hoping that he'd claim me as it was only reasonable that he would seeing that he was expressing signs of jealousy."No."That word was like a knife being driven in my hear
Demi’s pov I could feel Haris’s hand at my back, his palm rubbing small soothing patterns to calm my disorganized state while he offered words of comfort and while I was there, sprawled over the bathroom floor wearing my vulnerability and self-disgust like a second skin, my fingers shakily tapped at my phone screen dialing Bopha. “Hey babe.” she greeted excitedly the moment she picked up the phone, “Are you ready for today?” “Bopha.” I groaned in pain, my nasal congestion revealing itself as the odor clogged my nostrils. “What happened?! Are you alright?!” Her voice broke through the connection, “Don't move, I am coming right away.” The call ended and I dropped my head against the tile, its cool contrasting with my sweaty feverish skin as I registered that in all my life, I had never smelt this bad and it was like I had smelt worse than before. I shook my head and noticed Haris getting up and rushing to the sink. He picked up a small towel and ran to my side again. “Sorry sis.
Demi’s pov There wasn’t a particular reason for my stench, so if someone were to ask why I stunk, I couldn’t quite pinpoint but if I was asked to explain on a broader level, I would be able to give various reasons. I often wondered why my persistent odor still hadn’t gone even after being here for months and bathing regularly, getting on a few hygiene products and perfuming. Every other thing was changing, my wounds were healing and I looked better but the stench was still an issue that set me back on my progress to maintaining confidence. I wasn’t surprised when Elara called me aside after the meeting, she had explained that I would be moving to the other side of the pack since I had to be away from Eros and Dmitri as the rules state that neither of us was to see each other before the fight. And after she moved me in, she asked me about my stench and its origin. I have been deprived of baths for long, had poor hygiene situations even when on my period with the blood caking to
Anya's pov Fate hated me. It was against me as well as all odds of the situation and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter what I had tried, my conceived plans being carried out only brought them together and now there was going to be a duel, two men fighting for the woman I hated the most like she was some goddess that men died for. And these ones were actually willing to die for her. She looked like a woman who should be taken captive during war and enslaved with torture and not women who men went to war for. The hatred I had towards her had brewed significantly during the past few hours and I could only wish her death. I wished upon her death with pain from the deepest cursed parts of hell. I couldn't believe what was happening and I knew that Dmitri fighting Eros without Eros's powers still wouldn't deter Eros from winning as he looked so determined to win his mate. He had finally found a way to prove his sincerity to her and nothing was going to stop him. "N
Demi's pov A king should be an example. One who was firm, just, and morally upright. He shouldn't be one to make harsh decisions or engage in oppressive actions. He should be rational and not be caught fighting except otherwise and most importantly he shouldn't be perceived as weak. And in just one night, Eros broke almost all these rules all because of me and now we were at a table in an enclosed room. The only familiar faces I knew were those of Elara, Dmitri, Eros, and Anya. The rest faces were foreign, they looked older and also very important and they weren't too happy and I could tell with the gazes that were sent in my direction. "So we are trying to understand what is going on here?" It was one of the older men that spoke, "Can you explain your majesty?" The man's question was directed at Eros but his gaze was locked on me and I cowered a bit in my seat. "Face me." Eros growled, his voice was grave in a threatening way, "I can smell her fear, don't look at her, d
Anya's pov I slid into the bathroom, my eyes wandering as I locked the door to make sure that no one had followed me in. I went to the sink, producing the little bottle of green liquid that I had stashed in my purse. The time to use it was now. I had been in the ballroom observing from afar and the events of the night had angered me more than I had ever been. That ugly bitch was present, with Dmitri clinging to her side like they were a golden couple. She had dressed up which I knew was due to the influence of her best friend Bopha and I could see that she looked presentable. He was parading her around the ballroom, introducing her to whoever it was that cared about her, and in return, she smiled and acted charming pretending like she belonged here when in fact she was supposed to be dead, long gone with that idiot of a brother with her. I couldn't stand her, when I watched her in the ballroom, my chest tightened more than it should have revealing what was more than resentme
Demi's pov I grabbed the phone instantly, moving away from where I was next to Eros and I saw his eyes follow my movements as my shaky fingers slid over the screen, another message popped in. You ran away landing right in the territory of whom you are supposed to kill the? You are a Queen now, aren't you? Mated to the king, prancing around in outfits and you have forgotten about your first mate, your first love, me.... I stared at the letters, re-reading the words that they formed and I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't grasp what it was he was talking about and why he was acting like we were on good terms and he didn't try to kill me at any chance he got. I took in a deep breath, eyes glued to the screen as Harlyn tried to calm me as well. I had a lot of questions, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind and I so desperately wanted to steady myself not to give off the feeling that I was in danger. "Is anything the matter Bambi?" I had failed in that aspect as my reaction c
Demi’s pov I jumped slightly at the comment turning around immediately to be welcomed by the delectable scent of the person before me, amused green eyes connected with mine, a gaze from him turning my insides into mush and a trail of butterflies bursting in my belly. "Your ma-Eros." I breathed out as he straightened up, his gaze not leaving mine as he sat next to me but giving a considerable distance, "What are you doing here?" Eros didn't answer me because his gaze was still transfixed on my form, I watched as he took in a sharp intake of air, the rhythm of his chest when he blinked and opened his eyes again. He sneezed when he pulled closer to me, his fingers reaching out to graze my forehead before he crooked one to trail across where some loose strands fell. The smile on his face warmed me when he pulled in, bringing his face so close to mine. "Bambi." He groaned loud enough for us both to hear, but low enough to keep from whomever it was that would pass, "You are breathtakin
Demi's pov There was something about tonight that was magical.It wasn't the dazzling outfit that I had put on or the glimmer of the hall room from the event nor the ladies who were gorgeous, gracing the ball room.It wasn't all that.What was magical was different and it was a first.For the first time in my life, something enchanting was pointed at me, in my direction and it exuded from me affirming my thoughts.It was confidence.For the first time in my life, I had experienced confidence and the foreign yet comfortable feel settled within me rearing its presence in me announcing that it was here to stay.I first experienced it when I gazed upon my reflection in the mirror after dousing myself in perfume while Bopha had finished dressing me up.I had gazed upon myself, the urge to talk down on myself was gone and my tongue was coated with just positive words while my fingers clutched to the purse housing my phone that matched the outfit.Bopha was happier tha
Eros's pov My fingers tightened around the champagne flute instead of where I wanted them which was Dmitri's neck. I knew I would enjoy snuffing the very life out of him before cremating his body for daring to place a hand on my mate's shoulder. He looked like the happiest man in the world with a wide smile on his face as he chatted with her by his side, introducing her to who cared to look his way as his girlfriend. I hated him so much that I wanted to ruin his face with my fist before making my wolf take out his own wolf as my wolf felt every bit worse than I did. My Bambi on the other hand was easily the most stunning woman in the room. From the moment she walked in, in one of the dinner gowns I had gotten for her when we went shopping, I haven't been able to take my eyes off her. My staring at her was often interrupted by a small talk from others and Dmitri standing before her but she was too glorious to have my attention taken away from her even with the