Demitri has a long story. It's full of loss and gain, trust and betrayal, love and hate. You know not even half of his story. But what about the other half? His mate? Kids?
Gwen was cast out of her pack as a rouge. She was strong, but not strong en...
I hear Lancelot say to someone as I flutter my eyes open. The ceiling above me is white and I'm laying in a bed. This bed was a grayish purple comforter with grey pillows. The floor in this room is a dark polished wood. The bed is sitting on a platform type thing. The platform is large enough to have the bed and two night stands setting on it. Behind the bed is a cushion type thing that goes from the floor to the ceiling and behind the night stands are two mirrors.
In front of the bed, across the room there is a stone fire place. The stone goes up a little past the fire place itself but then transitions into black concrete. A TV is placed inside the concrete.
At the other end of the room, away from the door, is a sitting area. This area has three couches that I can see. It looks like they are placed apon white carpet. A TV on a stand is in front of all the couches as well.
There is one door next to the fire place and another door on the wall that the voices are coming from. Two large dark oak doors are all that separate me from Lancelot and Demitri.
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"No I can't Lance! She was in the arms of another man when I found her!! Do you know how that feels to see your mate in the arms of another man?!"
This Demitri yells back and I hear Lancelot sigh.
"I thought so!"
Demitri roared out before he opened the doors. I quickly shut my eyes and laid back down. Yes, I am in fact fake sleeping.
I feel the bed dip down near me. This Demitri fellow has the scent of Cinnamon and fresh rain. He's my mate, Yay! Note the sarcasm.
He gently moves two fingers across my cheek. Sparks left a trail in his wake.
"My mate, why do you do this to me? I saved myself for you and only you. Yet according to Lancelot you have not."
He says as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I slowly open my eyes as he pulls away. I'm not surprised to see him but he is surprised to see me awake.
"Mate!"
He says as I sit there. I sit up and cross my legs in front of me. As I look apon him I can't help but think a little on Peter.
"You must be Demitri I take it. The one who couldn't cool his jets?"
I ask him and he chuckles softly.
"Yeah I guess I am. Your name?"
He asks me as he takes my hand in his. The sparks almost make me forget about Peter. Almost.
"Guinever. How is Peter? Is he alright?"
I ask Demitri and he growls.
"You will not speak of other men! I will be the only man in your life until you bore me a son. But if you must know he found his mate."
