Daemon's Point of View After listening to Adriana playing the piano and discussing it with Tyler, I sat in my office contemplating my next move. What was I going to do about Adriana? "You're going to fix this?" growled Theo. "That is what I am trying to do, you stupid wolf," I growled back. Theo was anxious that I fix the disaster, as he called it, with his mate. "She's my mate, too," I reminded him. "Then act like it," he said snarkily. Sometimes I wished I didn't have to share my mind and body with a wolf. When Tyler suggested taking her on a date, I initially thought about waiting until closer to the weekend. However, with Theo's grumbling, I figured I'd ask her sooner. Maybe even tonight. I grabbed the laptop to see what other restaurants were available. Taking Adriana to Luna wasn't the best course of action. It might just cause more trouble. There was a small Italian restaurant not far from Luna, so still in the centre of town. It wasn't run by shifters, but I had been
Adriana's Point of View I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Well, I could accept the stupid Omegas thinking Tyler was sweet over me because he was the only one nice to me so far. However, for Daemon to believe that and then remind me that I was his mate, I had to act like it. I had to act like it? Considering I was told not to tell anyone, he was unbelievable. "So, I'm your mate now, am I?" I asked snarkily. "Yes, you are, and you need to act like it!" he roared. "You are my mate, not Tyler's mate." It went from bad to worse. Daemon wouldn't listen to what I was trying to say, and now... he threatened to lock me in my room because Tyler grabbed my hand in a purely friendly platonic way. I guess Alphas are highly jealous creatures, but this one was borderline stupid. What was the Moon Goddess thinking when she matched me with him? "Are you going to listen to what I have to say, or just continue to make threats?" I yelled at him. Daemon stood there menacingly with his arms cross
Daemon's Point of View "You figure it out," Adriana said as she walked out the door to my office. "I just can't take your bullshit anymore. Either decide you want me as your mate and treat me like one or get the hell out of my life and let me go." Damn it! This was not how I wanted the conversation to go with Adriana. She was incensed that I would assume something was going on with her and Tyler. If I was being honest with myself, I trusted Tyler not to move in on my mate. But what about Adriana? The ultimate question was whether I could trust her. "If we mated with her properly, we would know we could trust her," Theo mentioned. "She probably won't want to mate with us now," I replied, sending Theo into the corner of my mind with his tail between his legs. I thought about Adriana and her actions. She didn't seem anything other than genuine, yet here I had accused her of trying to seduce Tyler. As for genuine, her anger at me was for sure. Then there was the fact that not only c
Mitchell's Point of View The questions that Daemon was asking made me think about former Luna Mara. She and her daughter, Ariana, Amelia or something similar, were the only other Alphas in the pack. If Daemon was picking them up, I would have to tell him everything that went on. He was going to be annoyed that I didn't tell him sooner, not to mention that I had allowed the young girl to work outside the pack without telling him. The first thing I needed to do was go and talk to Mara. It was essential to find out if Daemon knew about her and her daughter. My actions would be based on whether he did or not. What happened the day when Mara came here was tragic. Mara thought her pack was attacked because of the rare colour of their eyes. Traditionally shifters had brown eyes like their wolves. Occasionally, they would have blue. Eyes the colour of amethysts were totally unknown, except for her pack. Many generations ago, they had cross mated with another species, meaning they were hybri
Daemon's Point of View "I want you to follow Mitchell and see if he goes straight home." I had never felt I couldn't trust my father before, but the feeling was undeniable. There was something he wasn't telling me, and I was absolutely sure it had something to do with Adriana. "He is going into the Omega's section of the village," Adam reported back. "Keep following him at a distance," I replied. "Make sure he doesn't smell or see you, but if he does, tell him that you are on patrol through the village." An hour and a half later, Adam reported back to me with everything Mitchell had done. He had gone to Adriana's old house, but no one answered the door. That was to be expected, as her mother had passed away and she was with me. What surprised me was that he knew where a spare key was and went inside. Shortly, Mitchell came out and went to the neighbour's house. Adam wasn't close enough to hear what was said, but Mitchell went straight home after that. What was he doing? Why did h
Daemon's Point of View Over the next week and a half, Adriana and I had dinner at various human-owned restaurants three times. I still didn't want to take her back to Luna until we had mated fully and I had marked her. On the other nights, I made sure she and I dined in the small dining room together. I asked Adam and Tyler to eat elsewhere for a while, so I could take the time to get to know her properly. Each and every night, Adriana let me kiss her. Each and every night, it got more and more passionate. With each moan she made, I struggled to keep my wolf under control. I could smell her arousal and see it in her eyes. Her wolf was also at the surface, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I just didn't want to rush anything and risk losing her. When I asked Adriana if I had whisked her away from a boyfriend, she shook her head. Although she didn't say anything, I got the impression she hadn't dated before. Adriana did say that she was often asked out by humans when she wa
Adriana's Point of View Things had been going well with Daemon lately, and it was great. He had been treating me with much more respect since the argument and was trying to mend our relationship. I felt like there might be a chance for the two of us to make this mating situation work. I really hoped it would continue like this. We had been going out on dates and getting to know each other. Every night we came home after dinner, he would ask for a kiss. Just the touch of his skin against mine felt like I would combust. I was seriously wondering if he would take it further. Just when I thought he would, he stopped. What is with that? Does he even want me? While I was playing the piano, I started feeling very strange. Suddenly I felt like the room was sweltering hot, and I needed something, but I wasn't sure what exactly I needed. Maybe it was a cold shower I needed. I went into the bathroom, turned the shower to cold, and stripped. Sitting on the shower floor, I let the water wash ov
Daemon's Point of View "Make me yours, Daemon," Adriana panted breathlessly. Those were the words I didn't even know I wanted to hear. My wolf was howling with delight inside me as I lined myself up to enter her. "Relax, Adriana. It will hurt a little, but I will take it slowly and carefully," I said, pushing in gradually. A third of the way in, I was impeded by her virginal membrane, and unfortunately, there was no way I wasn't going to hurt. I leaned forward to kiss Adriana before pushing through. She screamed into my kiss as the sharp pain hit her, and I waited for her to relax around me. After a while, I could feel Adriana relax. She was so tight around me, so any movement I made would have to be controlled, or I would lose right there and then. "It's okay now," Adriana whispered, moving her hips. I reciprocated and thrust my hips to meet hers. A rhythm was created with our bodies rolling into each other in a carnal dance. Pressure built up between us as we sought a joint re
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