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,
Ariana's Point of View "He doesn't want us!" I cried to Calliope. "He doesn't want us at all!" I could feel her whimpering and whining as I ran upstairs to get away from Daemon and his new Luna. Staying here was definitely not an option, and Calliope agreed. I wiped my eyes and picked up my bag with all my gear ready to go. My first stop would be my mother's house, where I could make some plans. As I was leaving, Tyler came running up the stairs. When he saw that I had my bag, he looked concerned. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm leaving," I said and tried to push past him. "I can't let you do that," he answered, putting his arm out. How dare he stop me? How dare they keep me here against my will when Daemon is bringing another woman in here to mate with. I was beyond angry now. "Back off!" I growled at him with as much animosity and hatred as I could muster. "You will not follow me!" To my surprise, and his, by the look on his face, he did just that. "What did you do?" T
Unknown's Point of View *** Warning: Graphic violence and badly spoken English.*** "Hey, boss! I seen a woman who looks like the splitting image of the photo whats you showed us," Kyle told me over the phone. "She's young but looks the same." "You mean spitting image," I sighed, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. I despised listening to that imbecile mangle his native and only language. It was painful to hear and always gave me a headache, so I was thankful that the idiotic rogue wasn't able to mind-link me. Only my pack members could do that. However, to find a young woman who looked like Luna Mara was exciting news. On the night of the attack, we killed everyone who was there. We left no one alive who could have recognised us. However, I knew we had missed the pregnant Luna when we searched the bodies. There had been a total of three pregnant women in the pack, but none of them was her. The pregnant women were captured and dealt with separately. Kree said it wou
Daemon's Point of View "I said you will not be staying!" The angry look on my face must have finally registered in that simpering woman's head. Thanks to her, Adriana, my mate and Luna-to-be had run out of the room upset. I could feel her emotions through our bond. I needed to deal with this woman and my bloody father before I could go to Adriana and make things right. I turned to Mitchell and yelled, "You had to go ahead and interfere in something you should have kept well out of! Now fix this shit before I do something we'll both regret!" "I-I-I'm sorry, son," he stammered. "At the beginning, I thought I was helping you, and when you started talking about Adriana, I completely forgot to get back in contact with Rikard." "I'll fix it with him," he mind-linked me. "You had better!" I replied tersely. "My father assured me that I would mate with your son and be Luna of the pack," Melinda sulked to Mitchell. "I never agreed to that," he replied. "I only set up the meeting. It was
Adriana's Point of View “Adriana? Where are you, babe?” “Hey, Adriana. I need you to come back, sweetheart. I need you to be here.” Why was Daemon still trying to contact me? It was two times now. He already had his chosen Luna, and there was no way he could have both of us. I wouldn’t allow it, and frankly, I didn’t think she would either, whoever she was. Callie had told me that Daemon wouldn’t be able to mark his new Luna because marking your true fated mate was forever. Knowing that made me realise that the emotional distance I thought was between us was most likely because he hadn’t meant to mark me in the heat of the moment. I certainly didn’t mean to sink my canines into his neck, either. Still, Calliope took over momentarily, and it just happened. I assumed that it was the same for him. This thought reminded me that Calliope hadn’t spoken to me yet. I could sense how sad and depressed she was. It was the same for me. For now, I would let her fret about Theo, but I wasn’t g
Marc’s Point of ViewThe grand hall shimmered with elegance as guests arrived for Lucienne’s Luna Ceremony. True to Elizabeth’s style, it was ostentatious. The wide doors leading to the courtyard were open.It was a sight to behold—Portals shimmered to life across the courtyard, their swirling energy casting vibrant hues of gold, silver, and deep indigo onto the stone pathway. One by one, dignitaries stepped through, their regal bearing unmistakable.Cole stood beside me, his shoulders squared, projecting the confident Alpha everyone expected. But I knew him better than anyone; the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his unease. We were used to commanding warriors and leading packs, but this was different. These guests weren’t just any wolves—some weren’t even wolves. They were royalty and dignitaries with power that could crush entire packs.“Breathe, Marc,” Cole muttered under his breath, leaning slightly toward me. “You look like you’re about to challenge someone to a duel.”I forced
Lucienne's Point of ViewI’ve never been one for overly feminine activities like spas or beauty treatments. Give me a good training session or a strategy meeting any day. But this? This, I could get used to.Each of us were assigned a masseuse. I’d never had a massage like this before, but with each expert press and glide of her hands, she eased the tension I hadn’t even realised I was holding, helping me forget—for just a little while—the pressure of the upcoming ceremony.Once the masseuses left us to relax afterwards, we were able to continue our conversations. As we settled into our treatments, the conversation turned serious. "So, have you heard anything about who the twins are thinking for Gamma?" Alice asked.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Marc and Cole haven’t indicated who is taking that place, and it's been so chaotic. The warriors still need direction, though. I just hope they choose someone capable. I don’t want the position. I'm not sure I could manage being b
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Warmth surrounded me, both from the sunlight and the two bodies pressed against mine. Marc's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his fingers splayed across my stomach as if to stake his claim even in sleep. Cole's head rested against my shoulder, his breath steady and even, his warmth radiating through the thin sheet that barely covered us.For a moment, I lay still, savouring the quiet intimacy of the morning. The events of last night played in my mind like a vivid dream, but the ache in my muscles and the contented hum in my heart told me it was all real. It had been more than just sex or even just passion; it had been a merging of three souls, a vow between us that surpassed words.I glanced at Cole; his features softened in sleep. His strong jawline, the slight furrow of his brow—even at rest, he exuded strength and protection. My gaze shifted to Ma
Elizabeth’s Point of ViewThe chill in the air seeped into my bones as the guards marched me from the packhouse room to the cells. The walk wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity—a gauntlet of humiliation hammering home how far I had fallen.Entering the pack prison, the guards’ heavy boots thudded against the cold stone floors, a steady, merciless rhythm that echoed in my ears. The frigid air wrapped around me, biting at my skin and worming its way into my core.Though I walked with my chin high and shoulders back, I couldn’t shake the heat of their gazes—guards, warriors, even pack members who had dared peek from doorways. Silent witnesses to my disgrace. Once their Luna, now reduced to this. Each step felt like dragging iron weights, yet I refused to falter. My pride was the only armor I had left.The sharp clang of the iron door jolted me from my thoughts. I didn’t resist as the guards shoved me inside, though every movement I made was deliberate and controlled. My posture rema
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe room where Elizabeth awaited her fate was dim and unwelcoming, its sparse furnishings and plain white walls starkly contrasting with the lavish surroundings she had once commanded as Luna. Two pack warriors stood guard at the door, their expressions unreadable but their stances alert. Inside, Elizabeth sat stiffly on a plain wooden chair, her back straight and her chin raised in defiance. Her once-impeccable appearance was fraying; her outfit was wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place, but her pride remained intact.When the door opened, Duncan entered first, followed closely by Daemon and me. Duncan’s face was set in a grim mask, though a flicker of pain crossed his features as his gaze met Elizabeth’s. She didn’t flinch, but her icy blue eyes narrowed, her lips curling into the faintest sneer.While I could just as easily adjudicate the proceedings, I was happy to let Daemon take control. “Elizabeth,” Daemon began, his voice cold and authoritative, “you
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe early morning light filtered through the grand windows of the packhouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors. I stood at the centre of the great hall, surveying the final preparations for Lucienne’s Luna ceremony. Stephanie had stepped up to help me organise it, along with the head Omega.I could hardly believe it. My darling daughter was having her Luna ceremony this evening. Every detail had been meticulously planned, and every flower arrangement and piece of decor was placed with precision. The Omegas bustled quietly, their movements efficient, their expressions glowing with pride.“Mum,” called Lucienne as she came down the stairs.“I’m glad you’re awake. Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.“Just about to,” she answered.After breakfast, I had planned for her to have a day of pampering. I was well aware of her aversion to most things feminine, but she had agreed to the spa treatment I had organised for her, Danielle, Annabelle and A
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe early morning light filtered through the grand windows of the packhouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors. I stood at the centre of the great hall, surveying the final preparations for Lucienne’s Luna ceremony. Stephanie had stepped up to help me organise it, along with the head Omega.I could hardly believe it. My darling daughter was having her Luna ceremony this evening. Every detail had been meticulously planned, and every flower arrangement and piece of decor was placed with precision. The Omegas bustled quietly, their movements efficient, their expressions glowing with pride.“Mum,” called Lucienne as she came down the stairs.“I’m glad you’re awake. Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.“Just about to,” she answered.After breakfast, I had planned for her to have a day of pampering. I was well aware of her aversion to most things feminine, but she had agreed to the spa treatment I had organised for her, Danielle, Annabelle and A
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