When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Luna Demetra.

Emris is looking at me like he thinks I’m not serious

Like I just announced to be an astronaut or marry a vampyr or run away and y

I’m looking right back at him because I know what’s coming next. I can see it building band the beast en lecture, the argument, the absolutely not that he thinks is going to end this convers

“Choose somewhere else.

He finally says it with the full Alpha stance that probably makes his subordinates pee their pants. Like Wof item on a menu and I simply picked the wrong one

I frown.

“No. I want Wolf Arts-”

“Wolf Arts is filled with fuck wolves!”

“Yeah, Silver already told me.” I roll my eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t get stuck

“S–Silver knows!?”

“Well, he just found out. He found the mail and…. that’s how he found out. But I already told him I was gonna tell you. So now I’m telling you.”

“No. I caught you. You didn’t tell me.” He steps closer, and I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact. Were you planning to wake up one morning and just take a flight to Rocksville without saying anything?”

“Emris, of course not!”

I catch my breath as we steadily argue with each other.

Emris turns his back to me and shakes his head. Hand on the back of his neck and I watch the muscle in his jaw work. He pissed….actually past pissed. He’s the specific kind of hot that means he doesn’t know what to do with what he’s feeling and movement is the only substitute.

“You don’t know what you’re walking into. I’ve been to Wolf Arts-”

“Yeah, I’m aware.” I cross my arms. “And you had many she–wolves from there. I know that too because I was the one cleaning your room and finding those love letters.”

Emris stops moving and turns around.

“You found what!?”

“Love letters? Condoms? Emris, I literally used to pick condoms out of your room. Love letters are nothing. Which is why I’m fit to go to Wolf Arts. Plus, if you’re worried that because of the horrible reputation you had, someone’s gonna have out for me? Then you are mistaken. Because I won’t introduce myself as your Lund

I start to walk away–toward the closet, toward my suitcase, toward anywhere that it within five feet of bis overwhelming presence.

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His hand catches my waist and brings me back toward him, and now I’m looking up at his face again, and wow, he really upset about this.

Demetra, did you hit your head?” His eyebrows are furrowed. “Half the world knows you’re my mate

“And I have lots of look–alikes” I shrug like it’s obvious. “Last week, I saw someone online who kind of looked like me. She had darker hair, but same face shape, I guess…. So I’ll just wear a wig. And instantly, no one would be able to tell immediately that I’m the Luna of the Black Covenant Pack

Emris stares at me.

“A wig

The way he says it makes me slightly afraid to confirm it.

“Listen. Whatever is going through your mind? It won’t stop me from going, okay? So just be supportive-

“I want to be fucking supportive. But I’m not going to have my mate leave for the next four months? Demetra. Four months. What do I tell the kids?”

“Come on, they did perfect without us these past few says. The kids even said they wanted to go back to the Lion Pride because Aunt Scotty took them swimming almost every single day. Dad took them fishing. They had a blast, Emris.”

“So…” He raises his hands in defeat. “You’re… you’re gonna leave me?”

The way he says it makes my chest hurt.

“I’m sorry.”

“Demetra, I need…” He swallows. “I need you. I need to hear your voice. I need to be able to smell you every single day. And 1 need it first thing when I wake up. Especially when the pack is currently in shambles and I’m gonna be working for moons knows how long. I wanna start my day in your arms. And I wanna end it in your arms.”

Oh.

Oh.

He’s not just being possessive. He’s not just being an Alpha. He’s being the version of Emris that only I get to see. “Awn, Emris.” I step closer and take his arms. His biceps flex under my fingers. And I see that he’s pouting now. Actually pouting like a toddler who dropped his ice cream.

“You can come visit,” I offer. “Once every two weeks?”

“Two weeks!?” His head snaps up. “Demetra, you can stay away from me for that long!?”

He shakes his head at me like I’ve failed a test I didn’t even know I was taking.

“Okay, then. Once a week?”

“Four months is practically four years-

“But it’s not.” I push his grumpy body backward until he collapses onto the edge of the bed. Then I cimb up and radde him where he’s seated, my knees on either side of his hips. I push his hair out of his face it’s those dark curls that always fall over his forehead no matter how many times he brushes them back

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I kiss him before he can finish whatever he’s about to say just a quick one. A shut–up–and–buten kass. In still tangled in his hair. I kiss his cheek very wildly. His eyes clone. His whole body relaxes just a fraction

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I adjust and sit better on Emiris shifting my weight getting comfortable and then 1 tip him so he’s resting on the bed. 1 lay right next to him, prop on my elbow, with one knee draped over his belly

“You are the only wolf for me? I trace a finger down his chest. “There’s no other. So you don’t have to be so possessive about this, okay?

“But you’re leaving me-

The leg I have on his belly drifts down casually like it’s an accident. It lands right at his waist, and I feel him tense underneath me.

Plus stutter.

“I’m gonna miss you” He says it softly…so softly that for a second, I don’t even recognize his voice. This is the same man who growled a Lycan into submission yesterday. The same man who made Flora’s son beg on his knees. And here he is, looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

My face melts in a way I didn’t expect. Hearing Emris tell me he’s going to miss me badly is painful. Something that feels a lot like guilt even though I haven’t done anything wrong.

It’s just four months.

Just four months.

But I don’t want him feeling sad that I’m going

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought it would be alright. I saw the way the blueness in his eyes lent the last time we got intimate. I saw the old books when I came into the room where it shows that intimacy eases the anger.

So I really believed everything was going to be fine.

Until he looks at me like I’m abandoning him and choosing a stupid academy over him.

Emris holds my face and brings me to kiss him. There’s a way he does this. Ne looks at me, and then he kisses me

Stops.

Looks at me again. Kisses me again. Then his eyes drop to my lips like he’s memorizing them, and he suffers my lips again….deeper this time and now I’m moaning into his mouth, and my fingers are curling into his shirt, and-

And now it’s getting to me.

The fact that I’m not going to see him for four months.

Can I survive it?

Especially when the mate bond between us has been so alive lately. So awake. I’ve gotten used to him kissing me first thing in the morning, his stubble scratching my chin. I’ve gotten used to him following me into the bathroom and clauing me there, my back against the cold tile, his hands in my hair. I’ve gotten used to melting into him on this same bed, reaching for him in the dark, knowing he’ll always be there.

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How am I ever going to survive like that?

Four months of cold sheets. Four months of reaching for him and finding nothing.

My throat tightens.

“Mommy? Daddy!”

The kids barrel into the room like a tiny hurricanes, and we spring apart so fast it’s almost embarrassing My face is on fire. and I’m pretty sure my lipstick is smeared across his chin, but the kids don’t notice.

Milo launches himself onto the bed first and Amira follows.

“Look, Mommy! Look what I drew!”

Milo shoves a piece of paper in my face. Is that a dog? I think, or maybe a horse, or possibly a monster with three legs.

The kids push their faces in between us as they giggle. I ruffle Milo’s hair to try to see Emris over his head cause we’re both pretending to be listening to them.

When really, we’re staring so deeply at each other.