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
Adriana's Point of View For two days, Daemon and I mated and marked each other multiple times during my heat. Not only had I never been intimate with a man before, I hadn't even dated. I had nothing to compare to what I had experienced with Daemon. Despite this, I could tell it was incredible. Part of me was jealous that Daemon was so good at pleasuring me. That level of skill could have only come with practice with other women. I didn't want to know how many other women he had slept with, but I wanted to know that I was the only one he would sleep with going forward. What I didn't know was how to communicate this to him. Part of me was scared that he was still going to reject me, and it scared me. Mating and marking him had affected me profoundly. I was in love with him. At least I thought I was, never having felt like this before, and it left me feeling vulnerable. "Theo and Daemon will love us," Calliope stated confidently. "I wish I felt as optimistic as you," I told her. "It
Daemon's Point of View Something had been slightly off with Adriana all week since her heat, but I am not sure what. Part of me wondered whether she regretted mating with me and us marking each other. As far as I am concerned, there is no regret on my side. What's not to like with Adriana? She is intelligent, beautiful and sexy, a talented musician and has a lovely personality to boot. She is everything I could have wanted in a Luna. Every moment I can, I sit and watch her. Since her heat, I made sure Adriana moved into my room. She put her clothes into the other wardrobe, and I felt good about it. We were now mated, and she had moved in with me. Our nights were spent together. The sex was unbelievably intense. During the week, Adriana worked with me daily in the office, and I loved having her beside me. The administration work she was doing was training her to become Luna of our pack. Once I had talked to Mitchell, Tyler and Adam, her Luna ceremony could happen. There was a lot to
Daemon's Point of View "Who the hell are you?" I bellowed at this unknown woman who had walked into my office like she owned the place. She stood there smiling and posing while looking around the room without a care in the world. It was as if we were supposed to be her worshippers. I supposed she could be called pretty, but it was obvious that there wasn't a lot going on for her upstairs in the brains department. Thinking about any woman other than my Adriana just didn't feel right. Compared to Adriana, this woman was the ugliest and stupidest woman there was. Theo was in complete agreement with me there. We both were absolutely head over heels in love with Adriana, and I needed to tell her soon. However, back to the problem at hand. Who the fuck was this woman? Theo didn't like her looks or her scent. He thought she smelt toxic and was snarling and chomping at the bit, wanting to come out. If she didn't hurry up and answer the damn question, I felt like letting Theo loose on her,
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou