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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
Adriana's Point of View Alpha Brandon finally came back into the room. I don't know how long it had been since he left, but it seemed like hours. Even though there was no bed in the room, I managed to fall asleep lying on the wooden floor. I was starving and sore. The agonising throbbing in my neck was getting worse. To make matters worse, I had fallen in love with Daemon, and his betrayal left a void in my heart. "Here is some food," he sneered, dumping a tray on the floor next to me. "Enjoy it while you can." "And what do you mean by that?" I asked, absolutely sure that I didn't actually want the answer, but at the same time, some sick sense of wanting to know made me blurt it out. Brandon just laughed at me as if he were well aware of what I was thinking. I sighed, thinking he wasn't going to tell me what he had planned. Whatever it was, I was sure it would end in my death. Would that be such a bad thing? Wow! How had I gone from hoping for a chance to escape all the way to won
Daemon's Point of View The following two nights were hell. The nerve-wracking waiting for all the trackers to come back and report, hoping that at least one person had found Adriana. I knew it would take time for them to find her. A lot of preparation was needed for all the trackers to minimise their scent so they weren't putting themselves in danger. I totally understood this, but this was my mate and their Luna in trouble, and I was having difficulty reconciling priorities. Adam coordinated between the commanders, ready to put attack plans into action as soon as we had found her. Tyler spent his time organising the other work I would usually do. It was very remiss of me, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than getting Adriana back. Tyler was also consoling me between jobs and ensuring Theo didn't take control and attack someone... anyone. "Alpha. Tyler. One of the trackers has come back. He thinks he's found her," Adam mind-linked us. "Meeting in my office now!" I order
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne's breath caught, her heartbeat quickening, but she didn't pull away. The world around them seemed to still, the quiet of the room amplifying the thrum of her pulse in her ears.Then, with an uncharacteristic yet wholly captivating hesitance, I leaned down. My lips met hers in a kiss so soft and unhurried that it felt like time had paused to savour the moment. The kiss was chaste, a gentle melding of lips that carried no urgency, only a silent promise.Lucienne moaned, her lips opening slightly. My cock harden, making my jeans tight. The moan nearly made me come in my pants. That was enough of an invitation for me to deepen the kiss—our tongues sparring.When I finally withdrew, my forehead rested lightly against hers, my breath mingling in the shared silence. I closed my eyes to focus on reducing my arousal. Lucienne's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling from the ghost of my touch, and for a moment, all the chaos and uncertainty in her world faded away
Marc's Point of View"What's your relationship with the Royal Family?" I asked, leaning towards Lucienne. I took note of the rare colour of her eyes. How could I have not noticed the stunning colour? It was the same as the Royal Family, but I had also noticed that two others in their entourage had the same shade of purple. There was another who had a deeper, darker purple.Suddenly, her eyes glazed over, and she was obviously mind-linking someone. I wondered who. I was an Alpha Wolf, and we were possessive creatures at best, and I had seen how close she was with Prince Cedric. I really hoped she wasn't in a relationship with him. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to be a nice guy, but I would hate him if she were with him."There's something you should know. About who I am," Lucienne stated. "I am here with my parents and twin brother, Cedric.""Cedric. As in… Crown Prince Cedric?" asked Cole, to which Lucienne nodded. "That makes you. I mean… Your Highness?""Stop right there!"
Daemon's Point of ViewWatching Lucienne ascend the stairs with Marc and Cole, I felt a pang of bittersweet pride settle in my chest. My little girl—my eldest daughter—was nineteen and all grown up. She moved with the grace of a warrior and the quiet confidence of someone who knew her worth. It struck me how much she resembled her mother—the same striking features, the same fire in her eyes.Adriana, standing beside me, seemed to sense my thoughts. She slipped her hand into mine, her touch warm and grounding. "She's everything we hoped she would be," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion."She is," I replied, my eyes still on the staircase where Lucienne had disappeared moments before. "It feels like just yesterday she was running around the house, training with Cedric, declaring she'd never wear a dress."Adriana chuckled, her laugh like music to my ears. "And now she's wearing heels and dresses but still commanding armies and winning trials."I couldn't help but smile. "She'
Lucienne's Point of ViewMarc's expression softened. "Why did you decide to become a warrior?"I smiled, the memory warming me. "It started when I was about six. I used to watch the warriors train and try to mimic their movements. At the time, it looked like an exotic dance to me. By the age of ten, I was training daily."Cole grinned. "And now you're the best of the best?""I wouldn't say that," I said modestly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I work hard."Marc and Cole were seated on either side of me on the sprawling leather couch, their focus unwavering. Their attention made me feel both seen and scrutinised, but I pressed on, knowing they genuinely wanted to know more about me."Two weeks before I came here, I competed in the warrior trials," I continued, my tone steady, though a flicker of pride crept into my voice. "It's an intense competition. This time, it was designed to find the next Royal Gamma."Marc's brows lifted, and Cole leaned forward, resting his elbow
Lucienne's Point of ViewWe were back in the twins' suite of rooms, and I took a moment to soak in the space. It was undeniably warm and inviting, with a balance of rustic masculinity and understated charm that spoke volumes about Marc and Cole's personalities. The fact that it fitted with mine just made it all the better.The walls were painted in a deep slate grey, accented with dark wood panelling that added a touch of elegance. Soft lighting from strategically placed lamps gave the space a cosy glow, and thick curtains in a rich, earthy tone framed the windows, offering both privacy and a sense of comfort.The sprawling couch in the centre of the living area immediately caught my attention. Its dark leather looked well-worn but not shabby as if it had seen its share of long conversations and quiet moments. A plush, woven throw was draped over one arm, and a few mismatched pillows gave it a more relaxed feel. The scent of cedarwood filled the air, mingling with something distinctly
Lucienne's Point of ViewStaying at the packhouse had been the right call. Alpha Duncan's suggestion, though somewhat unexpected, made sense now that I was here. Getting to know Marc and Cole better felt necessary, especially with how things had changed lately. After all, not had I found my mates—two of them; Danielle had confided in me earlier that Eric insisted on spending time with her after he had claimed her as his mate in public—in front of Beatrice even. It had been heartwarming to see her so happy.When I'd assessed the warriors earlier in the day, she had been there with Eric, quietly glowing in his presence. Later, she told me everything—that Eric had denied ever being involved with Beatrice. He said he couldn't stand her but tolerated her because she was Marc and Cole's step-sister. She'd always hung around and had come on to him. He thought she'd stop once she found her destined mate, but he didn't expect she would actually come between him and his mate.Danielle told me t
Duncan's Point of ViewI had never seen anything like her.As Lucienne stood tall, her wolf towering over the other warriors, I couldn't shake the feeling. It wasn't just her size or the raw power she exuded—though both were unlike anything I'd seen before in our pack. Her aura, a dominance that saturated the room and left every shifter in the space, including my sons, captivated and slightly awed.There was no denying it now. The white fur, the piercing amethyst eyes, and the sheer size of her wolf… she was a Lycan and the daughter of King Daemon and Queen Adriana. How could anyone think otherwise or not even make the connection?Given her bearing and strength, I'd already suspected as much, but witnessing her wolf was another thing entirely. This wasn't the kind of power that could be taught or inherited lightly. It felt like it was ancient, almost primal, a presence that made everyone else's wolves seem small.I chose to keep that startling revelation to myself, knowing that sharin
Lucienne's Point of ViewI took down the three warriors effortlessly, including their Gamma, who put up a decent fight but was ultimately no match for me. He would have been their top fighter, except maybe the Alphas, but he didn't have my training. It might have been a tad unfair since I wasn't a Wolf-Shifter like them, but they needed a reality check.As they rose to their feet, dusting themselves off, the humiliation was unmistakable in their expressions. Their eyes avoided mine, and their jaws clenched with the sting of defeat. The fact that a female had beaten them only deepened the shame and disgust written on their faces. Clearly, this wasn't something they'd soon forget—or forgive."Let me handle this," my father's calm yet commanding voice echoed through our mind-link. He had noticed the intense, uneasy look the warriors were casting in my direction—a mixture of shock, resentment, and bruised pride. His tone carried the subtle authority that had always made him such a respect
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne was here in our suite, changing her clothes. My wolf stirred restlessly, eager to claim her, to make her ours in every possible way. Marc and I had waited so long, dreaming of the day we'd finally have our mate at our side, leading our pack. But now that Lucienne was here, the reality was even more consuming than we'd ever imagined. Her strength, her loyalty, her fire… she was a perfect match for us in every sense.As if sensing my thoughts, Marc turned to me with a smirk. "You're as restless as I am," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation."Can you blame me?" I replied, my gaze drifting to where Lucienne had stood only moments ago. "She's perfect. I don't know how we ever lived without her."Marc nodded, his expression softening. "Soon, brother," he promised. "When the time is right. We'll mark her together."The thought was both thrilling and humbling. We would be bound to her, our souls intertwined. And with Lucienne as our Luna, nothing could