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
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe office was finally quiet, but the silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. The weight of everything that had just unfolded lingered in the air, pressing down on me as I sat between Marc and Cole. Their presence was steadying, but my thoughts churned with the complexities of what lay ahead.Marc’s voice broke through the stillness, soft yet insistent. “Lucienne.” His hand reached out, his touch grounding me. “We need to talk about what’s next.”I shifted my gaze to his, his piercing blue eyes steady and filled with concern. “I know,” I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “There’s no running from it now.”Cole leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his body coiled with protective tension. “We’ll protect you, Lucienne. No matter what happens, no one will touch you. Not Beatrice, not Elizabeth, not anyone.”I believed him. Truly, I did. His words resonated with the conviction I had come to trust. Offering them a faint smile, I let the s
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe tension in the room was almost unbearable as Jeremy leaned back in his chair, the altered photo now replaced with its original. He had a big smile on his face as he cast his monitor to the office TV screen. The air crackled with barely restrained anger, the collective rage of the Alphas, my parents, and Marc and Cole’s father filling the space.Marc’s jaw clenched as he glared at the unaltered image displayed on the screen. “Beatrice,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.Cole was less composed, slamming his fist against the table. “She dared to drag Lucienne into this—to humiliate her like this?”My father, King Daemon, was simmering, his powerful presence looming as he folded his arms. “The sheer audacity. This was not only an attack on our family but also on the future Luna.”Queen Adriana, calm but no less furious, turned to Jeremy. “Post the original photo on all pack social channels. Make it clear that Lucienne was the victim of this manipulation
Beatrice’s Point of ViewMy heart sank. I couldn’t believe my mother’s words. “Leave? But—”“There’s no other choice,” she snapped. “If you stay here, you’ll be locked up in the cells before sunrise. And don’t think for a second that I’ll sacrifice myself to save you.”Her words stung. Some mother she was, but I knew she was right. “Where am I supposed to go?”Elizabeth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if speaking to me was an unbearable chore. “There’s a rogue named Rodney. He was an associate of your father before he… met his unfortunate end. Rodney owes me a favour. He’ll help you—for a price.”I stared at her, stunned. “You expect me to run to some rogue and beg for help?”“You don’t have a choice,” she said coldly. “Rodney can get you out of the pack’s territory and keep you hidden. I’ve stashed money in several places—enough for you to buy his silence if necessary.”Elizabeth scribbled down an address and handed it to me. “Go there. Take the money, find Rodney, and sta
Beatrice’s Point of ViewThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in. Michaela’s pacing grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t show it. Not now. I needed to stay calm, composed, and in control. Even though my heart was pounding and my palms were clammy, I refused to let her see how badly things were falling apart.“Stop pacing,” I snapped, my voice sharper this time. Michaela froze mid-step, her wild eyes locking onto mine.“Do you even realise how screwed we are?” she hissed, her hands gesturing wildly. “That tech guy—James… Jeremy or whatever his name is—he’s exposed everything, Beatrice. Everything! They know it was fake. And now they’re talking about us all over the pack! We’re finished!”I rolled my eyes, masking the unease twisting in my gut. My hands itched to wring something—anything—to release the tension coiling in my body. “They don’t know anything for certain,” I said, forcing my voice into the cool, detached tone that always worked to keep Michaela in check. “Rumours
Lucienne’s Point of ViewI felt their stares long before I saw them. The weight of jealousy and resentment hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to press against my skin. It wasn’t hard to guess where it came from.Beatrice and Michaela.Their presence alone was enough to make the atmosphere shift, the air thick with their unspoken animosity. I could almost feel their eyes on me, sharp and judgmental, like knives slicing through the crowd. Every time I moved, I could sense their gaze following me, each glance laced with disdain.Beatrice’s was the worst. Her hatred was like a quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface, held back by the thinnest veil of civility. Her eyes, dark and calculating, constantly scanned me, looking for any weakness she could exploit. Michaela’s, on the other hand, was more evident in their venom. She didn’t try to hide her disgust, the sneer on her face ever-present, her body language tense with barely contained aggression.Michaela was pred
Beatrice's Point of ViewSitting in the corner of the grand hall, I felt the familiar heat of resentment burning in my chest, twisting and coiling like a venomous serpent. The festivities for Marc and Cole's Alpha ascension were in full swing, an endless parade of opulence and celebration. Laughter echoed through the cavernous space, the clinking of glasses blending with the rustle of silken gowns and sharp suits. But amidst all the luxury and grandeur, my focus was drawn to one thing, and one thing only: her.Lucienne.What was so special about her? My jaw tightened as I watched her glide through the crowd with ridiculous grace. She wasn't even beautiful. Too tall, too muscled, too… intimidating. That wasn't what a Luna should be. A Luna should be soft, delicate, someone who brings a sense of calm—not someone who commands the room like a damn soldier.The very sight of her made my blood boil. Dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, her presence was enough to draw every eye i
Marc’s Point of ViewThe ceremony hadn’t even started, and already, my patience was wearing thin. Ryan and Lochlan couldn’t keep their damn eyes off Lucienne, and it was taking everything in me not to let Cassius, my Wolf, now Lycan, surge to the surface and make our position clear.It wasn’t just the way they looked at her—the subtle smirks, the lingering glances, the way they angled themselves to be closer to her. It was how they spoke to her, all charm and thinly veiled admiration.“She’s ours,” I growled through the mind-link to Cole.His jaw ticked as he responded, “Trust me, I know. But we can’t afford to lose control. Not tonight.”Cassius rumbled his discontent. He hated that we were holding back and not marking our territory more obviously. But I knew better. Tonight wasn’t about flexing power or giving in to primal instincts. Tonight was about stepping into our new roles as Alphas, showing the pack—and the visiting Alphas—precisely who we were.Still, as I glanced at Lucienn
Cole's Point of ViewThe warmth of the morning sun barely filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the packhouse as I stepped out onto the balcony, my muscles still humming with residual energy. Last night's run through the forest with Marc and Lucienne had been like nothing I'd ever experienced. Completing the mate bond with Lucienne had already left me feeling whole in a way I couldn't describe, but shifting into my Lycan form? That was something else entirely.I leaned against the railing, staring out over the clearing. Every part of me felt sharper now—my senses heightened, my body stronger, and my instincts more primal. I'd heard stories about Lycans, of course—their strength, agility, the uncompromising dominance they commanded. But no story could've prepared me for what it actually felt like.I heard footsteps behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Marc coming through the French doors. He stepped out onto the balcony, already dressed and looking a
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs we collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, I felt the bond between us thrumming with an intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Their touch had ignited something primal within me, but the deep connection of our souls—woven together by the Goddess herself—left me trembling. The sensation was overwhelming, as though my heart, mind, and essence had been fused with theirs.Marc shifted to lie on his side, his arm draped lazily over me, while Cole reclined against the headboard, his chest rising and falling heavily. None of us spoke; words felt unnecessary after such intimacy.But soon, a strange tension rippled through the air.Marc's hand, warm against my skin just moments ago, clenched suddenly. He groaned, his body tensing as his brow furrowed in discomfort. Cole's jaw tightened, and his breathing became shallow as he rubbed at his arms like they were aflame."What's wrong?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow, worry coursing