When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Demetra Pride Covenant.

“Did you just…..did you call me a thief?”

The word comes out of me slowly, like I need to hear it again to confirm it actually happened. Because what are the actual odds. I haven’t even completed the dare. I haven’t even tapped the man’s shoulder yet. And somehow, before I can do anything, the universe has arranged for a stranger to get in my face and call me a thief…

Maybe this was possible when I was only known as a pack’s charity case. But now that I’m Demetra Pride?

Demetra Pride Covenant, technically, which is a combination of names that carries enough weight that we literally had to move to the VVIP section because people were recognizing me as the Luna of the Black Covenant Pack and pulling out their phones, and I was not trying to become content.

“Fucking shut up, cow girl-”

“OKAY.” My voice rises. “Who the hell are you!?”

‘No…who the hell are YOU?!” she fires back, and her eyes rake over me in one fast sweep. “A stripper? You look like one with those fake tits.”

I blink.

‘Fake? Girl, that’s a compliment…you wish!”

Hey, Hey.” Tiffany and Sabrina materialize at my left and right between me and this absolute hazard of a human being. I register the details of her properly now… all leather, head to toe, jacket, pants, and the most aggressively pointed boots I have ever seen on a living person. Spikes on her shoulders like she’s going to a battle instead of a club. But what’s intimidating is the psycho in her eyes. This person is completely unhinged.

‘I know exactly who I’m talking to. The hoe and her hoe friends.”

No, you did not just say that.” Sabrina points a finger at her, then hesitates for a moment because she’s not good at this fast- insult throwing. “You leather–wearing weirdo!”

You are talking to the-”

I catch Tiffany’s wrist before she finishes the sentence.

People are already pulling their attention toward us, heads turning, whispers starting I don’t want to know what this place looks like when everyone in the club is aware that the Luna of the Black Covenant Pack is here We don’t have any gammas or Zetas escort here with us from either of our packs. We wouldn’t be able to even make it to our CAPS

“She’s the what?

The red–haired girl tolds her hands and that’s when I notice the wolf beside her is now looking at me

The first thing I see No, the only thing I see for a full second are hus eyes

Violet.

Not grey. Not a strange shade of blue or an unusual amber. Deep saturate of ones and they are fixed on me Walkes dintest never have violet eyes In all the years I’ve been around pack people I don’t think I’ve seenal orice

like his. its a lot to process

Because the rest of him is doing nothing to help me recover. I think we all forget what we want to say, apart from his sidekick who is still talking but it’s falling on deaf ears.

He’s got the sharpest brows I’ve ever seen. A mouth that sits in a natural resting state of I give orders and they get followed. I recognize that quality because I have a mate who does that. And his height… I think I’ve seen that before, but up close it’s

even more excessive.

The shapes of his face are so lean that it makes him look hollow. It should be scary… the sharp cheekbones, the shadows under his eyes but somehow it’s still handsome.

Tiffany, right at my ear, breathes a quiet: “Oh wow.”

“Excuse me.” I pull it together. Tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Is this your dog and if so, do you happen to have a leash for her?”

He lifts the corner of his mouth.

Not a full smile. Just enough to let me know he found it.

“That’s it.” The red–haired girl cracks her knuckles. “I’m gonna punch one of your teeth out—”

“Eva.” He speaks. Just one word. Low. Calm. “It’s okay.”

So he does know her.

“Lyc-” She spins toward him. “She was trying to steal something, I swear…I saw her. She was walking slowly and her eyes were on you the whole time-”

“Okay, puppy,” I cut in, because I am not standing here being prosecuted for a dare that hasn’t even technically been completed. “I wasn’t. There is nothing on this man that I want. So let’s not.”

“Mmm.” He murmurs a grow….really and Tiffany gasp stupidly behind me.

“Are you sure about that?” His eyes haven’t moved from my face. “Eva is rarely wrong about things. So I’m curious… what was the reason you were walking slowly toward me?”

I don’t have a lie assembled yet.

‘Doesn’t matter. You’re not a cop, so.”

I turn. The girls follow and we start heading back toward our seats. I wait approximately four steps before we both start laughing, leaning into each other, her hand gripping my arm-

“That went fantastically. Sabrina says.

“The dog comment was a bit much-”

We’re still laughing when we reach our seats. I’m half–buried in my own palm, still laughing when Sabrina goes completely still and her eyes focus on something behind me

I look behind me to see why

Only to see Mr. Violet Eyes coming toward me

“I’m sorry for how rude my friend was over there” He stops in front of us. “Can I buy you a drink? To apologize Consider it damage control.”

“You really don’t need to-

“She would love that Tiffany’s voice. ‘She’s single, by the way Completely Totally single and very ready to engage socially with new people Aren’t you, Demetra?”

This absolute traitor-

I turn to Sabrina for rescue or basic emergency support.

Best friend solidarity!?

Her phone is already at her ear, eyes lighting up, mouthing it’s Slade like this exempts her from her duties.

‘Let’s go dance.” Tiffany says to Sabrina, picking up both their drinks from the table like she’s been planning this exit already.

Sabrina mouths a quick “sorry” to me before they both disappear into the flashing lights.

watch them go.

Singe you’re having a martini, I guess another one wouldn’t be bad.” The violet–eyed man signals the waitress.

push my hair away from my chest, and he stares at it. At how white it is. The platinum strands catching the purple lights of he club, falling over my shoulders like a waterfall of snow.

You want to ask if it’s real, don’t you.”

Oh, I know it is.”

He says it like a fact he established before he even crossed the room. I look at him, surprised enough that I forget to compose my face properly.

That’s why I’m in awe. A true snow white. You don’t see that often in Georgia.”

The martini arrives in front of me and I murmur a thank you to the bartender.

I want to apologize again for what happened back there.” He rests one hand on the bar counter…. the tattooed one whose design is elaborate. “You don’t look anything like a thief. Eva gets protective. It’s a reflex with her.”

Friend?” I repeat, putting light emphasis on the word.

Iglance past his shoulder… just briefly, just enough and there she is. Eva, still watching us from across the bar with her eyes fixed on the back of his head like she’s conducting surveillance.

‘Are you sure she’s just a friend?”

“Yes.” The corner of his mouth lifts again.

“Can I know your name?”

“Listen, I-” I start, then catch myself and just decide to be honest because what’s the point of performing mystery when I ve already made enough of an impression tonight

“I was walking toward you because my friend dared me to That’s it. I wasn’t genuinely trying to talk to you

He tilts his head slightly.

“That hurts.” He doesn’t sound hurt though.

He sounds entertained.

50 youche

I’ll have you know that almost every woman in this building tonight has come over to offer me a lap dance.” He picks up his glass. “So I was actually prepared to believe you were gonna offer that…”