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
Adriana's Point of View "You!" he spat. "You are coming with me!" "What did I do?" I cried. "I haven't done anything. Leave me alone!" Grabbing me by my hair, he yanked me up and hauled me to the front of the bus. "You can go now," he said to the driver as he dragged me out the door. Two pickups were parked in the middle of the road, which was obviously to stop the bus. The masked man forced me into the front vehicle with three others sitting inside it, and we drove off. What the hell was happening? I didn't think these men were sent by Daemon. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, the pain in my neck almost forgotten. I was unceremoniously dumped onto the back seat of their vehicle. It looked like it was an off-road pickup that had seen plenty of wear and tear. Two men sat in the front. There was already another man in the back seat, and the guy who grabbed me sat beside me on my right, sandwiching me between them. All four of them were shifters. If I said I wasn't scared beyond
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