Adriana's Point of View I was trying to perform with Calliope getting all excited to see him. "You are not helping me finish my set," I growled at her. "Our mate has come back!" she said. "Settle down, Calliope!" I commanded. At least I was able to speak to her in my mind this time, damned wolf. She stayed silent for the rest of the set, and eventually, I felt better enough to sing for the last time. When the diners applauded, I turned and bowed my head before leaving the stage for the last time. This was the part of the evening I hated. Often I would have an amorous diner come back to offer to take me out for a drink or worse. I wanted to hurry away tonight and not encourage anyone, human or Alpha. Sticking a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my door, I quickly got out of my evening gown and into my jeans and hoodie. With a quick change of my shoes from stilettos to trainers, I put the clothes in my bag and turned the light off to head out the door. However, I wasn't fast enough, it see
Daemon's Point of View "Mine!" growled Theo. Damn that wolf of mine. He wanted to claim Adriana regardless of her rank or whether she'd make a good Luna. She certainly had an attitude of a Luna, but I doubted it would be good enough. Now there was a man outside her changing room door. My wolf was possessive. I could hear that he had asked her out for a drink, and my anger increased. The thought of her in another's arms was not only driving Theo crazy but also me. At least she wasn't smiling at him. "No thanks. I don't date customers," she said. "Good! Our mate belongs to us!" snarled Theo. "Sweetheart, you don't know what you're missing," he continued. "Let's tear him to pieces!" threatened Theo. My wolf was getting aggressive, and I wasn't far behind. I could feel my heart racing and my body tensing up. As for Theo, his growls were getting louder and more aggressive inside me, mirroring the anger and frustration I was feeling. This is why I didn't want a mate. The bond between
Tyler's Point of View As he emerged from the back of the restaurant, Daemon's face looked troubled. Adriana, the stunning pianist, was trailing behind him, her expression equally sombre. The tension between them was palpable, casting a shadow over the otherwise fantastic evening. "This is Adriana, and she will be returning with us tonight.," Daemon announced to us. As I looked at Daemon, I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. However, he responded with his usual grumpy expression, devoid of any emotion. As we stepped out of the restaurant, the chilly evening breeze hit us, causing me to shiver. We started walking towards the parking lot. Daemon and Adriana walked ahead of me, seemingly in a hurry, and I followed him closely. We finally reached our cars, which were parked side by side, and I fished out my car keys from my pocket, ready to head home. Since Daemon refused to divulge any details, I made the decision to shift my entire focus towards Adriana. I believed that if I gave her my
Adriana’s Point of View Tyler turned in his seat to face me and asked, "Have you found your mate yet, Adriana?" I froze. How was I supposed to answer that? Daemon... No, I don't want to refer to him by his full name unless he accepts me as his mate. That meant not only saying his name but thinking about him in any other terms. Alpha Daemon had made it quite clear that I was not allowed to tell anyone he was my mate. Was I to say no, and lie? Was I to say yes, and then have to answer questions about why I wasn't with my mate? I decided not to say anything at all and left the Alpha to reply to that one. Of course, he hadn't answered Tyler's question, or at least out loud. It hurt and angered me simultaneously that he wouldn't acknowledge me as his fated mate. I still don't know why he insisted on bringing me here. If he didn't want me, he should have just left me behind to go on with my own life. Tyler continued talking to him, "So Daemon, where did you say Adriana was staying?" Goo
Adriana's Point of View When I arrived at the packhouse last night, I had only ever seen it once from the outside. It looked relatively grandiose but also a little forbidding, all three storeys of it. Now I was going to be able to see the inside of it, and I still found it forbidding. I didn't want to be here. We walked through the main front entrance, with a massive open area. Tyler explained that this was where they would entertain or have large gatherings. There were doors to other rooms on either side of the open space, but Daemon led the way upstairs. "On the second floor, you will find the Alpha's office, as well as the Beta and Gamma's bedrooms," Tyler continued. "She doesn't need to know where your bedroom is," Alpha Daemon snapped. Tyler smirked at his comment. Shit! Does he know? I wondered if he'd been told, though it would make sense that if anyone else knew, it would be the Beta. Tyler stayed on the second while both the Alpha and I continued up to the third floor.
Tyler's Point of View Last night I was pretty sure that Adriana was Daemon's fated mate. The way Daemon was acting made it seem very obvious. This morning at breakfast, he told me that he wanted me to go and get Adriana's gear from her flatmates' place. Adriana looked like she was a deer caught in headlights. I guessed that her having to move her stuff in here was the nail in her coffin, like she realised she wasn't leaving here. "Adriana, you'll need to tell me your address and give me your keys so I can get your gear," I said to her. "I will need to call them first and let them know that you are coming," she answered sadly. She went out of the room to call them. While she was out of the room, I asked Daemon, "Are you sure this is what you really want?" "Are you questioning what I am wanting you to do?" he snarled. "You have to admit you are not acting the way you normally would," I countered. "I don't want to get into it right now," he answered. "Just do as I ask without ques
Daemon's Point of View "Why are you keeping me here when you don't want me as a mate?" Why was I keeping her here? It was obviously against her will, but I just couldn't let her go. I thought I didn't want a mate and surely didn't need one. A part of me suspected I was wrong. The mating bond was more potent than I realised. "I never said I didn't want you as a mate," I told her. "Effectively you did, by not acknowledging me as your mate or allowing me to acknowledge you," she responded. When I first laid eyes on her, I thought Adriana was the most captivating woman I had ever seen. Bewitchingly beautiful. With her light brown hair up off her shoulders, I could see her flawless back. I wanted to run my tongue and taste her. Would she be as tasty as an orange? Then there was her heart-shaped face and those kissable pink lips. Or maybe I could fist her hair while tasting her lips. Rogue or not, I wanted to take her there and then, but then it hit me. I had thought she was a rogue. I
Adriana's Point of View "No buts! I am the Alpha, and you will obey me. Now, if you are ready, I will take you through some of the jobs I wish you to do." Those were the last words he would say about why I had to be here. I'd spent much of the morning talking to Daemon. His office was as sparse as the bedroom I was sleeping in. Daemon seemed to be into minimalism, or maybe this was a male thing. I didn't own much either in the way of gear. In the centre of his office was a large, well-looked-after desk with a pile of papers in front of him. Behind him was a floor-to-ceiling bookcase partially filled with books. Bringing my attention back to Daemon, I was still in the same horrible situation I was in last night. I wondered whether this growing sense of dread and sadness would ever go away. It was like a waking nightmare. The only thing he would talk to me about was all the paperwork he wanted me to do for him as his personal assistant. First, I went through all his emails, sorting
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe dim light flickered weakly outside my cell, casting jagged shadows on the walls. I inhaled deeply, searching for clues, but my surroundings offered little more than damp air and the acrid tang of rust. Still, faint and fleeting beneath it all, I caught a scent that made my pulse quicken.It was subtle, just a thread woven through the murk of mildew and stone—a sharp, bitter aroma tinged with something earthy. My senses struggled to place it entirely, dulled as they were by hunger and wolfsbane. But I’d know that scent anywhere: witchcraft.This wasn’t like the warm, herbal scent of Aunt Delilah, the liaison between the Royal Family and the Witch’s Council. She wasn’t really my aunt, but that was what we called Alice’s mum. Delilah’s magic smelled of rosemary and lavender, soft and soothing, a presence that felt like home. This was different—harsh, acrid, and wrong. It clawed at my senses, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth.A rogue witch, maybe. Or wo
Lucienne's Point of ViewWhen I opened my eyes, dim light greeted me—weak and distant, barely illuminating the space. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing at the base of my skull, and the cold, damp air bit into my skin like icy needles.I shifted slightly, trying to orient myself, only to feel the sharp tug of iron biting into my wrists. My arms were outstretched, pulled taut by heavy chains fastened to the walls on either side of me, leaving me in an awkward, uncomfortable sitting position on the hard stone floor.The light source was far away, casting faint shadows across the cell and doing little to push back the gloom. It was just enough for me to make out my surroundings—bare, unwelcoming, and suffused with the oppressive weight of captivity. The dim glow created more questions than answers, each corner of the cell cloaked in an eerie half-light that left me straining to see.For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. The air reeked of mildew, blood, and something
Duncan's Point of ViewThe sharp, acrid tang of blood hit my nose the moment I stepped into the prison's lower levels. The cold stone walls seemed to amplify the metallic scent, and I clenched my jaw as I surveyed the carnage. Two guards lay lifeless on the floor, their throats torn open with brutal efficiency. Blood pooled beneath their bodies, soaking into the cracks of the stone. Six guards flanked me, their faces pale but their stances resolute. While they knew death was a possibility, it was a risk they had long accepted as part of their duty. Their determination radiated in the unyielding set of their jaws, ready to uphold the pack's safety, no matter the cost. While fear lingered in their eyes, it was drowned out by their loyalty, which made them march forward into the unknown without hesitation."Spread out," I barked, my voice cutting through the tense silence and echoing down the cold, dimly lit corridor. "Check every cell, every corner. I want answers—find out how this hap