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
Daemon's Point of View I had been sitting in my office trying to focus on my work, but my wolf, Theo, was grumbling at me about how I spoke to Adriana. "You need to speak nicely to our mate," he whined. "She will think you don't like her, and that is all on you." I tried to ignore him, but her scent was driving me wild. I could still smell her scent even though she had left the room about an hour ago. As for thinking I didn't like her... To be honest, I didn't know what I thought about her. On the one hand, I didn't want a mate, but she was my fated mate, and we were only ever given one of those. She was mine. On the other hand, she was indeed the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Beautiful on the inside as well as the outside from what I could see. "Go to her," Theo begged me. "Go to her and tell her we want her." "Bloody hell Theo," I growled, "I am trying to work here." "Go to her before you damage the relationship entirely," he growled back at me. I tried to ignore him
Well, that one's finished. There is more to come in the series, along with some of the smaller stories, which are exceptionally important. Of the five major books in the series, there is only one left when Cedric goes looking for his mate. Of the smaller ones like Dragon Princess, there are another 4 that come before the 5th book. Like Dragon Princess, these 3 come before Book 4. I just haven't written the smaller ones in order.- Into the Light- A Love eternal- My Omega, My Mate The smaller book that comes between Books 4 and 5 is called Redemption, and it follows Michaela's journey. >>>>When I finished writing Book 4, I started rewriting Book 1 to make it better. It will be made available on May 1st on A****n. Although there is a remarkable difference in the number of words (37,000), there were no plot changes. I am currently rewriting Book 2, and there are minute changes to the plot. Things I wished I put in there after I had already started publishing. Once I've finished re
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp and filled with the gentle hum of conversation as the dining hall came alive. It was the day of farewells, and though my heart felt heavy at the thought of parting from my family and friends, the love and laughter filling the room helped to keep the sadness at bay.The large oak table was laden with food—platters of eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and jugs of juice and coffee. My mates, Marc and Cole, sat on either side of me, their presence grounding me.I glanced around the room, engraving every detail into my memory, knowing these moments would sustain me in the months ahead. My parents sat at the head of the table with their usual regal poise, though the warmth in their gazes betrayed their pride and love. My mother’s hand rested gently on my father’s, a gesture of the eternal love they shared.My siblings surrounded them, each one a piece of my heart I would carry with me. My twin and other half, Cedric, ever the leader, wore
Point of ViewI released him, only to pick up where I left off. Soon enough, they were both naked, their bodies crafted to perfection by the Moon Goddess. I watched with pure satisfaction as Cole stroked himself. Marc bent me forward before kneeling down to worship my dripping pussy. My face was now level with the object of my desire—Cole's engorged shaft.Pre-cum formed on the tip, enticing me. My tongue flicked the tip, tasting him. The rich, smooth taste of chocolate contrasted with the sweet taste of orange. My favourite. Cole groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.My hips bucked instinctively when Marc buried his face between my thighs, his expert tongue finding that sweet spot I'd missed so much. He lapped at me with increasing fervour, bringing me to the brink and then backing off, prolonging the delicious agony.As he slid two lubed fingers inside my back hole, curling them upwards towards my G-spot, a sound slipped out of me before I could sto
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe air buzzed with anticipation as the pack gathered beneath the silver glow of the half-moon. The courtyard of the pack house had been transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty—magical Fae lights draped from the trees thanks to Aunty Avril and Aunty Alise, their glow soft and warm against the deepening twilight. The scent of fresh roses and lilacs filled the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy scent of the forest.Tonight, I would become the heart of the Howling Moon Pack, their Luna. My heart raced as I glanced around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and family, along with some of the pack members I had met. Most were warriors, but since I encouraged everyone to train, I was coming to know all of them.My parents stood near the front of the gathered crowd, regal and proud. My father would preside over the ceremony, a rare and significant honour. Beside him, my mother, looking every bit the Queen she was, offered me a soft, reassuring smile.O
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe faint scent of jasmine and lavender lingered in the room as I finished my morning counselling session with Dr. Simeon. The discussions were helping more than I had expected. Though the wounds were far from healed, they didn’t feel as raw as before. Dr. Simeon’s steady presence and gentle insights were like a balm to my battered soul.After our session, I made my way to the pack house’s office, where Marc and Cole were waiting. Their bond with me had only grown stronger in the past few days. They were incredibly supportive, often attending sessions with Dr. Simeon to better understand how to help me. Their patience and steady reassurance made me feel like I wasn’t facing this alone.Although we hadn’t had sex since coming back, I slept next to them every night. I felt I was ready to take our relationship to the next phase towards normality. One of those was leading the pack.“I think Annabelle would make an excellent temporary Gamma,” I said, taking a seat
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as I made my way to the pack house dining room. My conversation with Marc and Cole last night had settled some of my nerves, but the weight of everything I’d endured still pressed heavily on my chest. I tried to push it aside, to focus on the warmth of their steady presence beside me, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same point: I couldn’t keep bottling everything up.I needed to talk to my mother. As a child, there were times when only a mother’s hug and gentle words would fix everything. I found her sitting on a reading bench in the main room.“Lucienne,” she said, her voice warm yet carrying the natural authority she wielded effortlessly. She gestured for me to sit across from her. “I was just about to have some coffee. Would you care to join me?”I settled into the seat beside her, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from her cup. “Coffee sounds good,” I replied, though my voice
Marc’s Point of ViewThe room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the space, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, like the calm before a storm. Cole sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tension palpable even in the subdued light. I stood near the dresser, absently folding the shirt I had discarded earlier, my eyes fixed on Lucienne. She stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared into the night.My fingers moved methodically, smoothing out the fabric of the shirt, creasing it along lines I didn’t care about but couldn’t stop obsessing over. Fold the sleeve inward. Match the edges perfectly. Smooth again. The shirt had already been folded three times, but it gave my hands something to do, a way to release the restlessness building in my chest.Cassius was pacing in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my every thought. “Comfort her. Go to her. Hold her.” H
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos