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
Demi’s pov Eros sneezed again and he muttered a sorry before going on with his care. His other hand supported my head gently, tipping and straightening it as it deemed fit to him making his care easier and I just sat in silence observing. This was how he had calmed me down during the panic attack, cut steak for me, and now he was cleaning my wounds like a loving mate who doted on me day and night and made my life feel like roses. Bile rose in my throat knowing that he would go back to Anya after this, he would take her as his and push me to the side. He's going to care for me now and probably ask who did all this to me. I might open up to him since he's my mate but he would push me aside and leave me heartbroken. Eros doesn’t even like me and I do not get why he’s doing this. He is suddenly close, caring after embarrassing me few hours ago. I should be with Dmitri, he cares and I like him. I have him and he wants me. I shouldn't pine after someone who hates me. "Your majesty
Anya's povI took one last look in the mirror, feeling satisfied with my all-natural beauty and my tamed straight hair that I hadn't combed or brushed in a while. I was glad that I wasn't like other girls who needed makeup and hours spent doing their hair to look good.The body con dress I wore hugged my hourglass figure flattering it beautifully and I also didn't need hours working out to maintain this shape.I was perfect in every way and the only perfect woman for my dear Eros.Perfect to be by his side and perfect to be Queen Luna.I reached out on the table, grabbed the perfume, and dabbed it lightly on certain spots on my skin and after one more look in the mirror and a 360 I left the room making my way towards Eros's so I could finally tell him how I felt.I know he doesn't want that ugly, stupid handicapped mate of his. She would be of great burden to him and I concluded that I had to remind him that he had all of me because at dinner today it seemed like he was growing soft
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