When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

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Fine. I don’t have just two traumatic weaknesses. Along with the sound of whistles and the fucking growls of damn barghests….add squirrels to that list. I hate them! It all goes back to the damn prison I was locked in when I was a kid.

The moment I see them swarm the house, I curse. Demetra’s face has gone from pink to red when she sees the infestation. I grab her hand and pull her toward me to flee.

The mad, ugly squirrel bastards followed by their raccoon minions are literally chasing us.

They pour through the doors like a furry apocalypse. Claws clicking on marble. Beady little eyes fixed on us like we owe them money. Their bodies are wiry and frantic, tails twitching, teeth bared in what I swear is malicious intent. The raccoons waddle behind like bandits on a mission. One squirrel leaps onto the couch, then to the floor, then sprints toward us with demonic determination. Another scales the curtain in seconds-

If we take the stairs, they’re going to crawl up them and spread to the other areas. So I bolt for the left side of the wing.

I’m an Alpha. I’ve forgotten how frail Demetra is…omega blood from her mother. Her hand slips from mine and she lands on her knees. She looks up at me like I’ve betrayed her.

I go back.

Instead of waiting for her to get up, I just pick her up from the ground, cradle her in my arms, and keep running. The first door I see, I shove us through and use my back to slam it shut.

Demetra scrambles out of my arms and stares at me in shock. What? I picked her up. It’s not like I left her there to be devoured by squirrels. I carried her. So why is she still looking at me like I’m some kind of evil person?

Her bright face bursts into squealing laughter.

She points at me. Can’t even speak. Just looks up with a pointy finger and starts laughing hysterically…over and over again until her eyes are teary.

“W–what?”

“You’re scared of squirrels“” She gasps. “No… no… ha ha!” She claps her hands then bends over to continue laughing. Even when I try to talk, her damn laughter keeps pouring out till her cheeks are flushed red.

“I’m not-”

“Sh… shut up.” She wheezes. “You… a whole Alpha of the Black Covenant Pack. A hybrid Alpha. Scared of little squirrels?” She wipes her eyes. “Squirrels? Really, Emris?”

I scoff and point back at her. “I’m sorry, is the raccoon runner really asking me that? You’re scared of-”

“I may be afraid of raccoons, but for heaven’s sake, I’m not the one who dressed like some kind of superhero to the Alpha Fest.” She crosses her arms. “I’m not the one who packs fears that make men turn away. Imagine if the media got wind of this…”

I roll my eyes, but my lips curve into a smile even though I’m irritated.

“And… did you just call me a raccoon runner?”

Demetra stops smiling when she remembers. Now I’m the one laughing. I slap my knee at the look on her face when the

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realization dawns. She comes toward me and scoffs.

“You dragged me in here. You’re the raccoon runner!”

She glares at me again before turning away.

I switch from laughing to actually looking at the room we’re in. gaming area. Pool table. Chess corner.

“Are we going to be stuck in here? Is there a phone so we can call for help?”

I glance at the phone right next to the pool table. Then I lie. “Unfortunately, no could have privacy.”

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eception. I told the gammas to leave so you

Demetra shakes her head and looks away for a moment. I need to disconnect that damn phone from the wall before she sees it. I walk away from the door, heading toward it, still feeling laughter in my chest from the chaos we just survived. When she’s not looking, I pull the phone cord from the wall and hide the handset behind some cushions.

“I vote you go out there and get help.” She’s still teasing. “I’m not about to be stuck here with the Alpha of the Underworld who just… happens to be afraid of squirrels.”

“Hey, it’s just squirrels. Okay?” I try to sound casual. “You know me. I really make people afraid, so… I mean, squirrels?” I try to minimize it, but nothing beats the fact that I ran away from them. What can I really say now?

“Oh, apologies.” Demetra smiles.

I smile back. She realizes it’s me she’s sharing a smile with so she stops. Hardens her face.

“Raccoon girl.” I tease, sitting half way on the pool table. I look somewhere else in the air, pretending I didn’t just say it to her.

“Squirrel man.” Demetra teases back. “Squirrel Alpha.”

“W–what.”

She starts chuckling again. This time I see her teeth. So beautiful when she smiles. It compliments her whole face. I like seeing this.

We used to talk back then, but… actually, no. She used to talk. I used to pretend to listen. Now I wish she would just start telling me things. All that information I never paid attention to. I want to know it now.

It’s crazy. I had her to myself and I didn’t do well. Now I have such a shortage of time and I‘

“You know you kind of… sound like one too.”

trying

P

to

recover everything.

“What is that?”

“Duh, a squirrel. Um, never mind.”

“Demetra, when have I ever sounded like a squirrel? What fucking noise do they even make-

I stop myself when I see the slight, giggling blush on her cheek while she looks at the floor. And I realize…she’s talking about when I’m claiming her.

So we’re making flirtatious jokes now? Interesting. Was that what she was referring to? The sound I make when I’m buried inside her, when I’m pouring myself into her like she’s the only thing keeping me alive? It must be. What else would she be referring to? And…

I SOUND LIKE A SQUIRREL!?

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“Since we’re stuck here, how about I ask you some questions?” She cuts me off, all business now. “Right now, all I think about when I’m about to draw is how angry, dangerous, and heartless you are. Usually, I study my clients to know what sort of personality they have. Yours is just like this wing…hard, dangerous. So I probably need to hear some of that soft spot if there’s anything like that in you. It’ll help me create a different sort of canvas.”

I smile as she comes around, taking a stick from the pool table. The perfume in her hair wafts around my nose. I turn as she moves, keeping my eyes on her.

“Shoot me with your questions.”

“How did you feel the day you got married?”

Demetra asks, and I can feel the playful heat we were generating come to an end. She’s not looking at me as she puts the balls on the pool table. She doesn’t know how to play. And she’s now speaking to me like I’m really just her client?

“Nothing.” I answer truthfully, hoping for a reaction. “I—”

“What about being a father?”

Now she looks at me for a second. I smile when I think about that day.

“I was the one who delivered Milo. We couldn’t get to the hospital in time. Elena gave birth right in her bedroom. I had been studying about pregnancies for the past nine months. Read everything I could get my hands on. So I knew what to do.”

There it is. I finally see something on Demetra’s face. Her hand on the stick tightens until–it’s red. Finally. Finally, show me that you hate that I have Elena as a Luna. Show me so I can chase you back.

Her face hardens. She quickly covers it up by trying to play pool on the table.

Again, I can tell she can’t play. When she bends over the table, the slit in her skirt pulls up and I see that creamy skin I’ve had wrapped around my waist. She squints at the balls, stick held wrong, posture awkward…clearly never held a cue in her life.

She’s completely unaware of the view she’s giving me. I’m hard in two seconds flat.

So I go to meet her. I let her feel my presence first then I press my chest against her spine.

I cover the curved space so of course…my chest is against her shoulder blades. My hips against that perfect ass. I cover her like a second skin like I was made to be there. Because I am.

Her head turns toward mine, eyes wide, lips parted but I’m not looking at her face. I’m looking at her hands on the stick. My arms bracket her body, and I put my hand over hers.

My fingers go along her knuckles and I spread her fingers wider, showing her exactly where to place it on the cue.

“Like this.” I whisper letting my lips brush her ear.

I help her shoot. The stick glides forward and our bodies mush together. My hips press her forward slightly as we follow through.

Her breath gasps.

The moment the ball strikes, she pulls away!

“Hey, hey. Come. Here.” I hold her back…just my hand on her waist, bringing her to my chest.

I look at that hurt face.

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I didn’t want to answer that question. Showing her that I was soft but it was for another person.

“I don’t love Elena.” I tell Demetra.

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“I swear upon the earth. I swear on the scar on my ribs. I swear on every fucking night I lay awake convincing myself I didn’t need you. I married Elena because she was pregnant. I had been drinking that night so I thought it was you… I was mourning your loss. Your scent was still in my sheets.”

“When I sent you away, I thought I would find you easily but with each passing day, I couldn’t find your scent anywhere. I became a depressed bastard. And with a baby coming, a son who needed me, I decided to accept my responsibility.”

Her eyes glisten.

“Now you’ve appeared in my life once again and I know I need to be punished. But I swear…punishing me with rejection is going to ruin me. That’s ripping out my lungs and expecting me to keep breathing.” I press my forehead to hers. “Let me prove it. Give me a chance to prove I’ve changed. That I can give you the love I was too stupid to give you when you were my mate-”

“Emris?”

Silver opens the door and I have to let go of her. Demetra puts her hands up between us when I’m slow in doing so… moment dies.

the

And I want to murder

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die with it.