All Chapters of Game of Power: The Adopted Luna's Redemption : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Liz POV Stella and Isaiah are waiting for us in the hotel lobby. Becky is behind the receptionist's desk with a very sour look on her face. She always had a thing for Isaiah in school. It was one of the reasons she hated me and tormented me so much. For once, she isn’t glaring in my direction. She is looking at Stella with pure disdain. Stella doesn’t seem to notice Becky’s presence. All of her attention is focused on Isaiah. Per usual, Stella is dressed to impress. She has on a short black dress that showcases her long legs. Her lips are painted bright red, accentuating her full pout. Isaiah is wearing jeans and a button-up shirt. He has his arm wrapped around Stella, and he keeps leaning in to smell her hair. A smile pulls at the corners of my lips when I see them together. I am happy Isaiah found his mate. Deimos clears his throat, and Isaiah pulls away from Stella. His whole demeanor changes. Isaiah is terrified of Deimos. Stella scowls at her brother and

Deimos POV It killed me to walk away from the car, leaving Elizabeth behind. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have walked into the house with her hand in hand to prove to my father that we are a united front. But I worry about what that would mean for Elizabeth. My father has to believe she is still his little spy. Until Dainn comes back to take his rightful place as Alpha, I have to pretend like she means nothing to me. Only then can I claim her as my mate. If I were to claim her now, my father would have one more weakness to exploit. So, I did the only thing I could, and I walked away from the car. Leaning heavily on my cane, I put on an act for my father and Damon. As I pass them on the porch I expected them to stop me, but they don’t. My eyes meet my father’s, and he glares in my direction, but he doesn’t say a word to me. Damon raises his eyebrows and smirks in my direction. They aren’t waiting for me. They are waiting for Elizabeth. A challenging growl rumbl

Liz POV I have been tossing and turning in Deimos’s bed for hours. His scent is everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. It is driving me insane. It is the first night in weeks that I haven’t fallen asleep in his arms, and I am beginning to realize that I won’t be able to live happily without him. Sitting up in the bed, I punch my pillow, trying to make it more comfortable. I flop back down on the bed and am quickly engulfed by Deimos’s scent. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I decide that maybe I should be sleeping on the floor to get away from it. As I am gathering my pillow and a blanket, the door to the bedroom is roughly kicked open. I jump in fear and shield myself with the pillow. I fear it is Nico coming in the door to punish yet again. I wait in deadly silence for someone to come inside. My eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. I hear the uneven footsteps of Deimos and I let out a sigh of relief. Deimos stumbles into the room and almost fa

Liz POV ‘Wake up,’ a voice screams in my head. My eyes pop open, and I sit up in the bed, looking for who said it. The room is empty except for Deimos snoring loudly beside me. He is lying diagonally on the bed, with his head covered by his hand. He didn’t seem to hear the same thing I did, or else he is still too drunk to wake up. ‘There is no time to waste,’ the voice yells at me again. ‘If you want to find the brother, now is the time.’ ‘Majesty?’ I ask the voice, but it doesn’t confirm. ‘This is your only chance to find the brother,’ the voice tells me again. ‘Dainn?’ I ask in confusion. ‘How do you know about Dainn?’ ‘I know everything,’ the voice hisses at me. ‘Now move.’ I get up from the bed and quietly make my way across the room. I flick the lock on the door and look over my shoulder to make sure that Deimos stays asleep. He rolls over on the bed but doesn’t wake. Closing the door behind me, I pad across the hallway to the stairs. Peeking down over

Deimos POV The sun is shining right in my eyes, and my head is pounding. I roll over in the bed, hoping to hide my eyes from the sun, but I am closer to the edge than I thought, and I flip off the side. I hit the ground with a hard thud, and I moan loudly. “Fuck,” I groan as I open my eyes fully. Everything is too fucking bright, and the room is spinning. How much did I have to drink last night? I vaguely remember coming back to my room, but everything after that is a blur. I hope I didn’t say anything to piss off Elizabeth. I can be an asshole when I am drunk. “Elizabeth,” I call out her name from the floor, but there is no response. Shit, she must be mad. I wonder what I did. I make a ridiculous attempt to get to my feet, but I stumble back, landing on the bed. Falling onto the bed, I expect to land on Elizabeth, but the bed is empty. Instantly, I feel sober. Something is wrong; I can feel it. Darting out of the bed I run into the bathroom. “Elizabeth,” I cal