When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 230

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Chapter 230

Alpha Emris.

“Hey Shit!”

Rust, my wolf lunges and swipes—

“What?” I hiss, staring at the Alpha Groove to pinpoint what’s good about this marble place. There’s nothing that looks interesting. I existed in a den full of skulls for close to two months, sat in a pool of blood with my claws filled with shredded skin.

Laura mentioned I would be eager to take a hot bath for the first time at the pack house.

Hot bath?

But that’s for toddlers. Why would I be eager?

I’m looking at the large bed, but there’s really no difference from sitting on a ground full of bones. The mattress is just elevated ground. The sheets are just fabric. The pillows are just mounds.

I take off my clothes, and my eyes find the new scars on my body.

I remember pulling a shard of glass from my shoulder where blood pooled in the hollow of my collarbone before I pressed my palm to it and kept walking. I remember barbed wire wrapped around my forearm, pulled tight until it bit through to the bone. That one, I unwound strand by strand as it tore it way out.

Spikes on my calf, iron chain around my neck, tightened until my wolf couldn’t breathe as the links fused to my flesh. I remember the acid one opponent used to, a splash across my chest that ate through layers of skin.

Right now, I can’t remember the degree of pain at that time but sure, it was excruciating. Now it feels dead now, like every other thing around me.

I’m trying to figure out why I was Alpha of this pack. I remember everyone. I remember the memories I have here from when I was a boy. I remember my whole life and I don’t see why they were all looking at me like I had forgotten them. If my wolf forgets, my vampyr remembers. And if it doesn’t, the Lycan nature in me still has it.

Especially the Luna. Demetra.

“Why am we thinking of her? What did we smell?”

“Go!”

“Go where exactly.”

“To her room. I’ll show you what I caught!” Rust swipes again.

I step out of the shower and let the air dry me cause locating a towel requires caring about the outcome. I pull loose pants from the closet and tie them and look at the moon through the Alpha Groove window.

Then I walk.

The marble hallway lights warm white as I move through it toward the Luna chambers. The door isn’t locked. I push it open and go in where a single mushroom lamp is in the corner, enough to navigate by.

I go further in, and my legs know where the bedroom is without instruction.

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ed around her body in no particular logic

heart and [ realize what kust was snitling Smaller Faster Nested beneath hers like

edge of the bed and run the calculation.

My ogres fond the edge of the sheet, and I pull it off from her body. She’s still asleep when I do that, and I blow stram out of What sort of wolf doesn’t have the instinct to get up at once when something like this happens? White Omega? She has the wincts of a spader

The sheet is will in my hands, and I watch her turn, putting her hand over the bed subtly as if the offey reason she’s waking is because the feels cold. I watch her eyes open and catch me at the edge of the bed.

She comes up fast and then stills herself, recognizing it’s something familiar in the dark. Her hand finds the bedside switch and the room lights fully.

Demetra fixes her hand on her chest and exhales.

“What are you…” She blinks. “Emris, are you okay?”

Am I okay.

I’m borderline hierarchy above her and every wolf in this pack. In DNA. In strength. In years. In bloodline depth, in the specific layers of what I carry. You don’t ask a Trybrid if it’s okay. An omega doesn’t get to be the one asking that.

Moving on

I’m trying to calculate the last time we were intimate. I remember the context around it… the particular quality of whatever I felt then but the feeling itself is gone from the memory like color faded from an old photograph.

“When did we last mate?”

“W–what?

I don’t repeat myself.

“Um.” She answers anyway, thinking. “The…the morning of Slade’s engagement. Or was it the night before? Before the Barbarian wolves and Laura Hale collided to compel you-”

“I know what happened to me. I didn’t ask you for the history.”

I walk to the edge of the bed and put one knee on the mattress.

“Emris

”

I lean forward and place my hand on her belly, which makes her lay down flat on the bed immediately, instinctively. I feel the pulse in her womb. its healthy and very present. I’m feeling into her warm blood vessels to be sure-

“What are you doing?” She dusts my hands off. “First you sniff me, now you’re…” She swallows. “At least say something!”

I fix my hand back and look sternly at her. The moment my hand is back, the left of her hand hits me across the face. I pin

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“Alpha Let her go

Demetra & heart is bearing T2, like I’m gonna hurt a simple mega yup The Sword Wolf and Silver Hybrid

“Do you both live in this room?”

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w for following you’ve

“We saw you walk into the Luna’s chamber in the contrökgenter” silver folds his arme “Don Fla gone con coo, so we’re not sure what’s going on in your head and if you’ve beer competed to harm her. Thone packs Kurtas destroyed? The Alphas ended their Lunas. So security check, basically”

My hand goes up to my forehead lazily. “Thought she was my Luna”

“She’s the pack’s Luna, Alpha The Sword Wolf says.

I remember this one giving me his vow to follow my orders. I also remember telling him that if anything happens, he should protect the Luna with his life. I don’t remember the emotion I had that made me say that, beat there’s that… so let it go. Cause I told him.

I look back at Demetra. “Get a pregnancy test for her in the morning”

“E…excuse me?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Silver steps toward me.

“Your Luna is pregnant.”

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