When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 235

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Luna Demetra.

Contd.

It’s two hours after we got home, and I’ve just been in the sitting area, thinking about it. Is there a difference? Could it simply be that the trap hurt his hand and that’s why he yelled? Physical pain producing a physical reaction?

But no.

Emris didn’t look like he was concerned about his hand. He was concerned about me being hurt. About my regeneration due to our pup. I press my hands over my ears and try to breathe through it when I hear footsteps.

It’s Wren and Silver coming in together.

“Emris just sent Monroe and the Deltas into Coast Six.” Silver says.

Shit. I forgot about that completely.

Wren moves fast to turn on the flat screen and the live coverage is already running with reporters at the site, helicopters above the tree line of the thick woods of Coast Six moving with fire in every direction. What the hell.

He really set it on fire-

Firefighters are trying to put it out but it’s obvious that the Delta force clearly put down tanks and tanks of petroleum in large quantities to completely set it on fire. It’s not a fire that’s gonna be put out in one day.

At one point the live reporter screams and gets out of frame when the fire shifts unexpectedly. The television live station is talking about it on a helicopter, and I can see just how thick the woods are, moving with fire rapidly.

“Let me guess.” Silver faces me. “Something happened.”

“Why the hell is Emris doing!? Rogues literally live in those woods!”

“And they’re not supposed to. Our territory borders them and as the largest pack in the state our safety responsibility extends to what’s in the perimeter of the state. Emris doesn’t want unknown wolves that close.”

“Silver,” I step closer. “I met those rogues; they are the ones who told me Emris had been transported to the Sahara Den. They have their ears to the ground. They weren’t looking for trouble…they were simply camping!”

I think about the camp I woke up in. The backpacks. They were teenagers there in that camp and now they’re displaced.” “Demetra.” Silver folds his arms. “It’s not our problem. Our pack’s safety comes first.”

“Oh, forget it!”

1 push the pillow off the rug and walk away to Emris’s Alpha Grove to speak to him. What reason does he have to set the whole place on fire? The traps were probably set by the rogues to catch wild animals because they obviously don’t have money to move around the city and get groceries. I don’t think those wolves are looking for trouble. They’re comprised of youths and teenagers when I woke up in their camp. It doesn’t sit right with me that he’s just setting it on fire-

“Emris?”

I enter his bedroom and close it behind me, about to call his name again when this wolf of an Alpha’walks out stark naked …soaking wet from top to bottom. With silvery eyes, Emris looks at me with complete nonchalance like…like…like this is a completely normal way to exist-

He obviously just came out of the shower, but I’m sure there are many robes right inside and outside the bathroom…yet he decided to-

I cough and slap my hand on my chest. I feel hot and cold and clammy… all of the seven uncomfortable feelings in the world are attacking me right now cause his body is everything I’ve missed.

Okay…okay so that’s water on his skin, Demetra….please, BREATHE! The water is tracing the ridges of his chest, the deep valleys of his abs, the sharp cut of his V–line. It beads over the thick muscle of his thighs with a bronzed glow

And then my eyes drop lower to between his legs, where he hangs heavy even in a soft resting state. I slam my hand against my chest… again, at his cave man size and how his girth curves against his thigh with a weight that I know all too well. The tip of Emirs is swollen, pink and beautiful.

Engorged, thick as a forearm, unforgiving with the sort of length that’s long enough to reach places you didn’t know existed. I know because it’s been inside me, stretched me and it’s looking right back at me.

I stare at it for a moment too long. I feel a throb between my legs, an ache that I’ve been ignoring for months. My body is responding to the sight of him and I want to touch him. My mouth goes dry. My palms get clammy. My heart hammers so

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loud I’m sure he can hear it.

Wait: Did he come out naked intentionally? Does he want us to mate? Here Is this the nonchalant Emris way of saying he wants intimacy?

That’s so caveman of him. But all of a sudden, I don’t mind. Who am I kidding? I’ve never minded in my life.

I can already tell my nose is red and my cheeks are hot with the way he’s standing there like a battle axe that can go on for hours without tiring. I don’t want to smile, but I end up smiling as I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“What… what do you wanna do?”

I’ve never spoken this softly in my life before, and Emris raises one brow.

“You called my name.”

“Huh?” I blink.

Then there’s a knock on the door.

“Who is it.” Emris raises his voice.

“Laura.”

“Come in.”

COME IN? WHY THE HELL WOULD HE TELL HER TO COME IN WHEN HE’S NAKED?? Along with his emotion, did he lose his sense of shame!?

I move faster than I’ve moved all day, grab the pillow from the bed and cross the room and press it against his front just as the door opens and Laura walks in.

“You’re naked, why did you tell her to come in-” I hear myself at full volume and then spin to Laura. “Get out!”

She scoffs, planting her feet to the ground to show me that she’s not going because Emris let her come in. I glare at Emris, and he exhales.

“I’ll meet you out.” He tells Laura.

She drops her hands to leave but decides to pause at the door for a moment.

“Just so you know, Luna. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

I hear that statement, and the only thought that can happen stamps in my mind as I let go of the pillow. I stare at him and don’t want to even imagine it. imagining it would mean accepting that the wolf I love, the man who marked me and promised me forever, could have touched her the way he touches me.

It would mean accepting that the bond we share, the bond that was supposed to be sacred and unbreakable, could be so easily set aside for someone else. I don’t want to picture her hands on his skin. I don’t want to picture his hands on hers. I don’t want to picture the way he looks when he’s lost in pleasure–those eyes, that jaw, those sounds he makes–being given to someone who isn’t me. I don’t want to picture her legs wrapped around him, her fingers in his hair, her mouth on his neck. I don’t want to picture him inside her, moving the way he moves inside me, claiming her the way he clairped me.

I can’t.

I won’t.

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But the thought is there now like a wound I can’t stop picking at. It sits in my chest, making it hard to breathe. It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to cry.

“You slept with her? You slept with Laura? You MATED with Laura?”

I’m still holding the pillow, and it’s a weapon in my hands as I hit it against his face. When he won’t answer, I slam the pillow against his face again.

“No. So, stop it.” He answers flatly.

The relief that moves through me is embarrassing in its completeness. But I still need to know why she said that. Why she saw him without clothes. In the Den or after it or somewhere between.

“Then why would she-”

“Seems like you have nothing you came here to do.” Emris voice is cold as he takes the pillow from my hands and throws it behind the bed so that his shoulder briefly touches mine. “Stop being clingy about things that don’t matter. You are a Luna, Don’t you have anything better to do than follow me into the woods and act jealous, clingy and insecure like a teenager?” “Clingy? Says the Alpha who wouldn’t let me get married to someone else, who followed me all the way to Rockville, who defied his entire family to bond with me and make me his Luna-”

“I am no longer that person. You either accept it or walk out.

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I blink at him. “Walk walk out?”

60 Divorce Anything you feel is best, do it. But don’t try to change me.”

Emris says it and walks away.

I feel exactly like his charity case all over again. Begging for his attention and getting nothing but an arrogant, spoiled, nonchalant Emris Covenant have been sick of it, but right now, I’m even more sick to my stomach. The Emris I know would never even let me whisper anything that sounds like ‘divorce‘. A second ago, I thought I was making progress- getting his emotions back. Just a second ago. But it’s all imagination.

This is it for me. Emris does not care.

Fate would make everything complete and then take it right back from me.

Damn you, Moon Goddess. You broke him and now you expect me to fix him.

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Luna Demetra.

Contd.

It’s two hours after we got home, and I’ve just been in the sitting area, thinking about it. Is there a difference? Could it simply be that the trap hurt his hand and that’s why he yelled? Physical pain producing a physical reaction?

But no.

Emris didn’t look like he was concerned about his hand. He was concerned about me being hurt. About my regeneration due to our pup. I press my hands over my ears and try to breathe through it when I hear footsteps.

It’s Wren and Silver coming in together.

“Emris just sent Monroe and the Deltas into Coast Six.” Silver says.

Shit. I forgot about that completely.

*

Wren moves fast to turn on the flat screen and the live coverage is already running with reporters at the site, helicopters above the tree line of the thick woods of Coast Six moving with fire in every direction. What the hell.

He really set it on fire-

Firefighters are trying to put it out but it’s obvious that the Delta force clearly put down tanks and tanks of petroleum in large quantities to completely set it on fire. It’s not a fire that’s gonna be put out in one day.

At one point the live reporter screams and gets out of frame when the fire shifts unexpectedly. The television live station is talking about it on a helicopter, and I can see just how thick the woods are, moving with fire rapidly.

“Let me guess.” Silver faces me. “Something happened.”

“Why the hell is Emris doing!? Rogues literally live in those woods!”

“And they’re not supposed to. Our territory borders them and as the largest pack in the state our safety responsibility extends to what’s in the perimeter of the state. Emris doesn’t want unknown wolves that close.”

“Silver,” I step closer. “I met those rogues; they are the ones who told me Emris had been transported to the Sahara Den. They have their ears to the ground. They weren’t looking for trouble…they were simply camping!”

I think about the camp I woke up in. The backpacks. They were teenagers there in that camp and now they’re displaced.”

“Demetra.” Silver folds his arms. “It’s not our problem. Our pack’s safety comes first.”

“Oh, forget it!”

I push the pillow off the rug and walk away to Emris’s Alpha Grove to speak to him. What reason does he have to set the whole place on fire? The traps were probably set by the rogues to catch wild animals because they obviously don’t have money to move around the city and get groceries. I don’t think those wolves are looking for trouble. They’re comprised of youths and teenagers when I woke up in their camp. It doesn’t sit right with me that he’s just setting it on fire-

“Emris?”

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I enter his bedroom and close it behind me, about to call his name again when this wolf of an Alpha walks out stark naked …soaking wet from top to bottom. With silvery eyes, Emris looks at me with complete nonchalance like…like….like this is a completely normal way to exist-

He obviously just came out of the shower, but I’m sure there are many robes right inside and outside the bathroom…yet he decided to

I cough and slap my hand on my chest. I feel hot and cold and clammy… all of the seven uncomfortable feelings in the world are attacking me right now cause his body is everything I’ve missed.

Okay…okay so that’s water on his skin, Demetra….please, BREATHE! The water is tracing the ridges of his chest, the deep valleys of his abs, the sharp cut of his V–line. It beads over the thick muscle of his thighs with a bronzed glow.

And then my eyes drop lower to between his legs, where he hangs heavy even in a soft resting state. I slam my hand against my chest…. again, at his cave man size and how his girth curves against his thigh with a weight that I know all too well. The tip of Emirs is swollen, pink and beautiful.

Engorged, thick as a forearm, unforgiving with the sort of length that’s long enough to reach places you didn’t know existed. I know because it’s been inside me, stretched me and it’s looking right back at me.

I stare at it for a moment too long. I feel a throb between my legs, an ache that I’ve been ignoring for months. My body is responding to the sight of him and I want to touch him. My mouth goes dry. My palms get clammy. My heart hammers so

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loud I’m sure he can hear it.

Wait: Did he come out naked intentionally? Does he want us to mate? Here Is this the nonchalant Emris way of saying he wants intimacy?

That’s so caveman of him. But all of a sudden, I don’t mind. Who am I kidding? I’ve never minded in my life.

I can already tell my nose is red and my cheeks are hot with the way he’s standing there like a battle axe that can go on for hours without tiring. I don’t want to smile, but I end up smiling as I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“What… what do you wanna do?”

I’ve never spoken this softly in my life before, and Emris raises one brow.

“You called my name.”

“Huh?” I blink.

Then there’s a knock on the door.

“Who is it.” Emris raises his voice.

“Laura.”

“Come in.”

COME IN? WHY THE HELL WOULD HE TELL HER TO COME IN WHEN HE’S NAKED!? Along with his emotion, did he lose his sense of shame!?

I move faster than I’ve moved all day, grab the pillow from the bed and cross the room and press it against his front just as the door opens and Laura walks in.

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“You’re naked, why did you tell her to come in-“I hear myself at full volume and then spin to Laura. “Get out!”

She scoffs, planting her feet to the ground to show me that she’s not going because Emris let her come in. I glare at Emris, and he exhales.

“I’ll meet you out.” He tells Laura.

She drops her hands to leave but decides to pause at the door for a moment.

“Just so you know, Luna. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

I hear that statement, and the only thought that can happen stamps in my mind as I let go of the pillow. I stare at him and don’t want to even imagine it. imagining it would mean accepting that the wolf I love, the man who marked me and promised me forever, could have touched her the way he touches me.

It would mean accepting that the bond we share, the bond that was supposed to be sacred and unbreakable, could be so easily set aside for someone else. I don’t want to picture her hands on his skin. I don’t want to picture his hands on hers. I don’t want to picture the way he looks when he’s lost in pleasure—those eyes, that jaw, those sounds he makes–being given to someone who isn’t me. I don’t want to picture her legs wrapped around him, her fingers in his hair, her mouth on his neck. I don’t want to picture him inside her, moving the way he moves inside me, claiming her the way he claimed me.

I can’t.

I won’t.

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But the thought is there now like a wound I can’t stop picking at. It sits in my chest, making it hard to breathe. It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to cry.

“You slept with her? You slept with Laura? You MATED with Laura?”

I’m still holding the pillow, and it’s a weapon in my hands as I hit it against his face. When he won’t answer, I slam the pillow against his face again.

“No. So, stop it.” He answers flatly.

The relief that moves through me is embarrassing in its completeness. But I still need to know why she said that. Why she saw him without clothes. In the Den or after it or somewhere between.

“Then why would she-”

“Seems like you have nothing you came here to do.” Emris voice is cold as he takes the pillow from my hands and throws it behind the bed so that his shoulder briefly touches mine. “Stop being clingy about things that don’t matter. You are a Luna, Don’t you have anything better to do than follow me into the woods and act jealous, clingy and insecure like a teenager?” “Clingy? Says the Alpha who wouldn’t let me get married to someone else, who followed me all the way to Rockville, who defied his entire family to bond with me and make me his Luna

am no longer that person. You either accept it or walk out”

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I blink at him. “Walk. walk out?”

60. Divorce. Anything you feel is best, do it. But don’t try to change me.”

Emris says it and walks away.

I feel exactly like his charity case all over again. Begging for his attention and getting nothing but an arrogant, spoiled, nonchalant Emris Covenant have been sick of it, but right now, I’m even more sick to my stomach. The Emris I know would never even let me whisper anything that sounds like ‘divorce‘. A second ago, I thought I was making progress- getting his emotions back. Just a second ago. But it’s all imagination.

This is it for me. Emris does not care.

Fate would make everything complete and then take it right back from me.

Damn you, Moon Goddess. You broke him and now you expect me to fix him.

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vampyr fussing, very vividly upset that bit of phantom emotions were set aloof in that trance. That’s a win on Rust’s part. A vietary didn’t expect. I look down and watch my erection still alive under the shower.

So, the sex sensitive part is back. A mere what…twenty percent of my emotions? Maybe less. I thought of my sexual memories before, but they never stirred anything in me. They never made me hard. Now I can smell Demetra in her Luna chambers like she’s standing right next to me.

Vampyr is still there, dug in like a tick and he’s vowing to never return to my spine. can feel Rust laughing.

In the morning, I’m on the pack house landscape, trying to play golf for some reason. Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I attended the Alpha Polo Club. The sun is too bright. The grass is too green. Everything feels like a performance. Monroe approaches as I swing the eight ball across the manicured lawn.

“Lake has been transferred to prison.” Monroe reports. “The Aegis Council are charging him with multiple counts. They arrested a significant majority of Barbarian wolves in the city too. They are currently searching for Radius’s daughter, Ariadne.”

I lick my lips, tasting nothing. “Good.”