Demi's pov A slight smile played on my lips as I watched Haris play from the comfort of my bed. I was happier just from looking at him. He looked healthier, brighter, and happier as well. He had food, clean clothes, and opportunities to play with the other kids from the pack but he chose to stay with me and I knew it was because he feared being bullied like in the other pack. And I understood very well. It was enough for me that he was in a safer environment and for a while, the symptoms of his rare illness hadn't surfaced again leaving my heart at peace on not having to worry about that part of him. Ever since the night Eros ruined my date and belittled me, I had come down with a slight fever, nightmares, and panic attacks were the order of my activities, and my hand stump ached more as well as my wounds because the emotional toil on me slowed down my healing process. And through all these, it was Bopha and Elara with me as well as Haris as always. Dmitri had been around pa
Demi's pov When Dmitri had come earlier proposing a picnic, I hadn't known he wanted it that very day and I didn't have it in me to decline because I knew it was necessary for me to step out of the house. I was feeling nauseous from my fever and wondering about Eros and his wolf seeing me not being able to take my mind off what the outcome would be. Knowing that Eros was a powerful man I could tell that he could be brutal if he wanted to be but I had never experienced his brutality nor did I know how violent he could get unnecessarily. I feared what he would do and Bopha had told me earlier that ever since our date night, he wasn't seen only if necessary and she also stated that Anya had been looking for him. I couldn't care less where he went or if he went missing. I didn't care how he felt about me being close to Dmitri and I didn't think I should fear what he would do, the worst he could do was throw me out or kill me. That sounds terrifying. But I didn't think I should
Demi’s pov I complimented his cooking and baking skills and he expressed the thought of showing me how to do all that he could some day. "So how old are you?" He asked. "Twenty-two." I muffled through my third cupcake, "How about you?" "I am three years older than you are." "Hmm, old." He laughed, "What's your wolf's color, I am curious about that." "She doesn't have a wolf," Haris answered before I could speak and he went back to munching on a meat stick like he didn't just give off vital information about me. "Sorry about asking that." Dmitri apologized immediately, "I should really mind myself at times." "It's fine." I immediately told him, "I don't have a wolf physically but I can feel her. Her name is Harlyn." "That's a really pretty name." He complimented, "As pretty as yours." We continued the rest of the picnic, making small talk and playing and I learnt a lot about him as I still refused to talk about myself. By the time we were done, it was night and darkness had
Demi's pov The howls didn't stop neither did the dreams of his sharp greens haunting me and husky voice echoing in my head. Even in his absence, I could feel him. I could perceive his scent almost to the point that I could taste it on my tongue, his pretty eyes were engraved in my vision, my skin had refused to forget the pads of his fingers where he once grazed us and everything around me reminded me of him. It was maddening. To want someone who hates you and you are to hate in return. It was ridiculous seeing another man while wishing it was the other before me and to worsen it all, he didn't seem to care. Eros didn't care. The howling of his wolf at night got me thinking that he did, it made me wonder if there was something stopping him from being with us. A reason he had refused to share but seeing him socialize with others, watching him from the shadows remaining hidden as he stated while I watched him with another woman noticing the way she got close to him, her lashes
Demi's povThere was no grumbling,No Snark remarks,Nor was there flipping of the table.It was just stark silence, not from the occupants of the table but from the king with a frown etched on his face as he had taken his seat commencing the dinner.His gaze was directed at Dmitri and me with his food untouched growing as cold as his stare while everyone dug into theirs speaking about their businesses which I couldn't quite understand.I just tried to enjoy my food and Dmitri's whispers in my ear trying to carry me along while I aimed not to be a bore or a disturbance.I could tell that the occupants at the table desperately needed the king's input but what they got were grunts and nods while his scowl intensified, eyes never leaving Dmitri and I.What’s his problem? Harlyn asked when I fed her in on what was happening, He acts jealous yet he berates us.You are right! I won’t pay him attention either way, I voiced out to her, he doesn’t deserve our attention…Eros's eyes narrowed i
Demi’s pov"Speak sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of." Dmitri turned to me with that doting gaze of his, "Speak darling, I am here with you.""I do have a mate." I took in a deep breath, "But he doesn't want me and...""You should go with the man that loves you dear." The human who had spoken on how cute we were earlier interjected again, "You look like you have had it bad and you deserve all the care in the world. To hell with the bastard who doesn't want you.""Maybe that bastard has his reasons." Eros was seething with fingers fingers clenching tightly turning his knuckles white, “Maybe the bastard has really good reasons.""Maybe the bastard doesn't want a weak wolf." My tone was beginning to rise as well, “Maybe the bastard is just a pompous spoon-fed brat who hates people beneath him.""Don't think for the bastard."We both carried on in silent and not so hushed whispers while the guests watched us with interest but we were too carried away with our banter to care."En
Demi's povWhere are you going?Harlyn asked as I went on blindly, wiping my palm against my face trying to stop the tears that spilled down my cheeks.I don't know.I gave her my reply while suddenly stopping and looking around me to see that perhaps I was lost. I hadn't taken note of where I was going, I had just cried going through doors and climbing some stairs and now I was lost.I think we are lost Harlyn, I turned, my eyes wandering as I tried to figure out where I was and I could only see halls, doors, and more passages.Congratulations on realizing that! She snarled at me before letting out a huff, how will you find your way back? I have no idea, I shrugged letting my feet carry me forward and deeper into the hall, I am bored, maybe we should look through the rooms...No! Harlyn immediately disagreed, that is a bad idea! We aren't wanted here and the last thing is for us to be labeled as thieves! Everyone is busy with dinner downstairs Harlyn, let's live a little, I giggl
Demi's pov I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for an outburst, for him to realize that he was holding his unwanted stinking mate, drawing her close and pining her tight against him. My heart beat rapidly beneath its encase, my pulse rising as I bent my head shyly waiting for the embarrassment, a scream, or something when he came to his senses and realized who I was and what position we were in. But that didn't happen. There was no scream, no flinging me across the room, or an angry growl. Instead, there was a soft touch. I felt something brush across my forehead forcing me to open my eyes and Harlyn purring in delight. The touch came again, lingering this time, softer and gentler giving me no choice but to accept and lean into it. The pad of his thumb caressed my forehead softly, brushing across my brows, atop and beneath like he was marveling at the strands. "Brown." He muttered when his thumb came beneath my eyes, brushing softly at the corner, "Brown." A finger came to my nos