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
Tyler's Point of View When I went upstairs after Adriana, I was prepared to incite Daemon's wrath. Adriana needed comforting after witnessing that woman coming on to Daemon as if she were his mate. Adriana was our Luna, not her. I was expecting her to be upset. When I got upstairs, I was not expecting her to be angry like that. I had never seen Adriana angry before, and she was a force to be reckoned with. I could almost pity Daemon for riling her up. Almost. Another thing I was not expecting was for Adriana to have a bag packed and be leaving. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "I'm leaving," she said, stating the obvious and pushing past me. "I can't let you do that," I replied, as there was no way in hell that Daemon would let his mate leave. Then Adriana did something I never knew she was capable of. She gave me an Alpha command that I couldn’t help but be compelled to do as she said. What the hell? This was no mere Luna command. I would have been able to override that becaus
Daemon's Point of View "Where is my mate?" I demanded of Callie and Zeke. Damn those two for hiding her from me. I vaguely remembered meeting them before when they came and sought permission to work and live outside of the pack lands. Depending on how much they had to do with Adriana disappearing, I might be rescinding my approval. What surprised me was Callie's outburst, though, and I had to give it to her for being a loyal friend to Adriana. It also gave me insight into what Adriana had told them. They now knew she was my mate and that she believed I would choose that stupid woman above my beautiful Adriana. How could she have thought that? Geez. Where had I gone so wrong as to not make it clear to her that I wanted her and no one else? In hindsight, I should have sat Adriana down immediately after her heat and told her what I had planned for us. Instead, I waited until I spoke to my father, and everything went to hell. Yet again, I had some fixing up to do in regards to her. I j
Daemon's Point of View Tyler, Adam and I were travelling at top speed down the highway, hopefully towards Adriana. Kilometre after kilometre flitting past. None of us sought to make conversation, for which I was thankful. Theo and I were extremely apprehensive about Adriana, and the pain in my mark irritated me and made me short-tempered. I would prefer not to snap at either Adam or Tyler. Ahead of us, we could see the bus still in the middle of the road and police cars surrounding it, with their lights flashing. It didn't look like the bus had crashed or anything, but we weren't going to be able to tell if it had until we were much closer. I silently prayed to the Goddess that it hadn't and that Adriana was okay. As we neared, one of the city constables indicated for us to pull over. Adam wound the driver's side window down. "We won't be long, and then you can go on your way," said the police constable. "Excuse me, Constable, we need to catch up to the bus," Adam replied "Yeah,
Adriana's Point of View Things were looking bleak. I had woken up in an unfamiliar place I had no idea where it was. Clearly, I was inside, and it was a storage room based on the old boxes stacked in the corner. However, it didn't seem as if it was somewhere used often, if at all. There was a musty, rancid smell. The kind that came from rotting produce that had been decaying for years. Many years. In the room with me were five shifters. I could smell them. Four of them had been in the vehicle with me and smelled the same; fetid and gross. It stunk. It wasn't normal. The apparent leader had a completely different smell, like a regular shifter, except that he wasn't regular in any way, shape or form. "Take your contacts out," he demanded. I could feel his Alpha aura trying to overpower me and compel me to do as he commanded. It wasn't working, but I was in shock, and all I could do was stare at him with my mouth open, catching flies, as my mother used to say. My mother. The only othe
Daemon's Point of View "What do you mean Alpha Brandon uses rogues?" I asked Tyler. "Alpha Brandon from the Red Devil Pack?" "It's just a rumour," he answered. "Though it is a popular rumour." "Why would he need to use rogues?" Adam asked. "Is there any way to find out the validity of the rumour?" "Sure," I answered. "Well, probably, but that is going to take time. Time we don't have." I rubbed my neck to try and ease the painful throb from Adriana's mark there. That wasn't the only pain. For some reason, my wrists hurt as well. However, there was an empty hole in my heart from missing her." The trip back to the pack took almost an hour. While that wasn't much time in the space of things, it felt like a lifetime. I wanted to get started finding Adriana as soon as possible. We would have to have a meeting straight away when we got back. It meant having Mitchell there, but he needed to help fix this. When we entered my office, I could still smell Adriana's scent in the room, thoug
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