Adriana's Point of View I was alive. Well, at least I thought I was. After all, if I wasn't, I was sure it couldn't hurt this bad. My left side still stung from where Alpha Brandon stabbed me with his knife. The wound was throbbing and aching. Why hadn't I healed fully yet? "Calliope?" I asked, hoping she would still be there to answer me. "Calliope?" She didn't respond, but I could feel her. It was like she was curled up, sleeping in the corner. There was also another sensation. Someone was holding my hand. I heard a groan. Was that me making that awful noise? Yes, I thought it probably was because I then heard Daemon asking me a question. What was he saying? "... are... awake?" I groaned again. It was definitely me making that sound, and it was Daemon who was holding my hand. "Adriana, are you awake?" he asked. "Water, please," I croaked. Although I hadn't opened my eyes yet, I was sure it was Daemon giving me a drink of water. I could feel the straw on my lips, and when I s
Mitchell's Point of View Two days ago, I rang Leon, my contact with the Council of Alphas and explained what had happened. They were unhappy that we hadn't informed them prior to going in to get Adriana, but at least Leon understood why we couldn’t wait. Leon advised me that he was sending someone to come and get the bodies. Then within the next week, they would send a representative to do a full investigation. I made my daily trip to the medical centre to see if Adriana was awake. I could have mind-linked Daemon, but considering how strained our relationship had become, I wasn't willing to risk him telling me to stay away. I was completely aware that our issues were mainly due to me and my interference in his life. If only he could see that my actions were due to my love for him, despite how much I had fucked up. Just like Daemon will need to make it up to Adriana for his part in this, I would too. My actions had put her in danger. The very opposite of what I intended to do. To mak
Daemon's Point of View "I want to make right the situation I got you and Adriana into," Mitchell said. "I also know that you want to make it right with Adriana. We both made mistakes, and an innocent young woman paid a dreadful price. Not only that, but we almost lost an important treasure." My father's words gave me pause. He was absolutely right, and I agreed with him. The question that remained was, how could I make it up to her? Going forward, what did I need to do to not only fix the situation but also make her realise how important she assuredly was to me. When I asked Mitchell this, his answer was, "Communication. The thing that you and I didn't do very well, which led to Adriana running away and putting herself in danger." He told me that even though Adriana didn't realise the danger out there if he had communicated that she and her mother had sought refuge here, I would have known to protect her. The communication between my father and me was not the best. It had never bee
Adriana's Point of View Since Daemon told me he knew I was pregnant, he has been extraordinarily attentive. The only time he wasn't in my room was when he was in the bathroom having a shower or using the toilet. I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. The attention and care were absolutely awesome, but one big question overshadowed everything. Did he love me? There was no doubt in my mind that I had fallen in love with Daemon, but I was afraid to give myself to him entirely. He certainly had my body. At least, once my heat had hit and sealed that, but to show my genuine emotions were different. I still felt vulnerable. If I told him I loved him and he didn't feel the same way, could I cope with that? I was not sure I could. I was reasonably sure I would be Daemon's Luna, especially as I was his fated mate and carrying his pup. My worry was that I was a hybrid and not a pure wolf. Daemon had seen my eyes without the blue contacts, and there was no way I could hide my eye colour no
Adriana's Point of View After another night in the medical centre, Calliope woke, and I began to heal. Doc, whom I found out was named Samuel, allowed me to return to the packhouse early the following day. Despite my insecurities and lack of confidence, I decided to give Daemon a chance. I pushed those feelings down in hopes that they wouldn't surface. I wasn't feeling all that optimistic about it, but I prayed we could fix our relationship. When we arrived at the packhouse, I told Daemon, "I need to go and clean up and change my clothes," before walking towards the stairs. "Sure," he answered. "I'll be in the office. Come and get me, and then we can go and get breakfast." I nodded and then continued up the stairs to the top floor. Instead of going into Daemon's room, I turned left. Despite having moved into Daemon's room before I left, I knew I still had some clothes in my old room. It felt safe and almost a haven before I had to deal with starting up where we left off. It moment
Daemon's Point of View I sat in my office, waiting for Adriana to return after a shower and getting dressed. She had been rescued three days ago and was finally able to come home. There was still a lot of healing for her to do, both physically and mentally, but at least her wolf, Calliope, was awake now. After about half an hour, I could hear the bedroom door open and close, then Adriana walking down the stairs. Instead of coming into the office, she continued down the stairs to the ground floor. What the fuck? I took off after her. By the time I got downstairs, Adriana was already in the kitchen with the Omegas. They were talking, and thanks to my shifter hearing, I could well and truly hear their conversation. More importantly, I could hear the Omegas making comments. "Oh, look, Diana," sneered Lucia, "it's the Alpha's personal assistant." "Perfect timing. The dishes need doing too," replied Diana before telling me, "The dishcloth is over there. Get started." I was so fucking a
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I were sitting down and waiting for our breakfast. Part of me was thrilled that he had defended me and told those Omegas that I was his Luna. It meant he supported me. While it wasn't a declaration of love, it showed at least he was serious about our relationship. The other part of me was worried. Daemon knew I had purple eyes, but neither of us had discussed what it meant. I was sure that he might not want a hybrid Luna. Even if he did, what about the rest of the pack? Would it affect his leadership if the pack didn't want me? I was about to tell him about my Fae heritage and why Brandon and Kree wanted to kill me. At that moment, Diana and Lucia came into the dining room with our breakfast, so we concentrated on eating for the next 15 minutes or so. I was ravenous now that Calliope was awake. Both of us needed the extra food so we could heal properly. "What is it you want to say?" asked Daemon. Obviously, I was not being subtle, so I took a dee
Daemon's Point of View After breakfast, Adriana finally told me what was worrying her. It was all to do with her amethyst-coloured eyes and her Fae ancestry. I was not surprised that the knowledge of her being a hybrid was troubling her, but she could be half-vampire for all I care. I would still love my mate. To think that I questioned the Moon Goddess' choice of mate for me. She was perfect. "I don't think any different of you, regardless of your bloodline, and frankly, neither will most people," I told her with all sincerity. "But... how can you be sure?" she asked me. Yes, she was worried, but I declared, "Just trust me on this," and I hoped she would. I informed her, "Both Tyler and Adam know you are part Fae. In fact, so do my parents. They have known for years." Although Mitchell had explained he knew about the colour of her eyes, he hadn't mentioned that he knew the reason behind it. "If it makes you feel any better, I could ask Mitchell to talk to his contact in the Cou
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
Beatrice’s Point of ViewMy heart sank. I couldn’t believe my mother’s words. “Leave? But—”“There’s no other choice,” she snapped. “If you stay here, you’ll be locked up in the cells before sunrise. And don’t think for a second that I’ll sacrifice myself to save you.”Her words stung. Some mother she was, but I knew she was right. “Where am I supposed to go?”Elizabeth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if speaking to me was an unbearable chore. “There’s a rogue named Rodney. He was an associate of your father before he… met his unfortunate end. Rodney owes me a favour. He’ll help you—for a price.”I stared at her, stunned. “You expect me to run to some rogue and beg for help?”“You don’t have a choice,” she said coldly. “Rodney can get you out of the pack’s territory and keep you hidden. I’ve stashed money in several places—enough for you to buy his silence if necessary.”Elizabeth scribbled down an address and handed it to me. “Go there. Take the money, find Rodney, and sta
Beatrice’s Point of ViewThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in. Michaela’s pacing grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t show it. Not now. I needed to stay calm, composed, and in control. Even though my heart was pounding and my palms were clammy, I refused to let her see how badly things were falling apart.“Stop pacing,” I snapped, my voice sharper this time. Michaela froze mid-step, her wild eyes locking onto mine.“Do you even realise how screwed we are?” she hissed, her hands gesturing wildly. “That tech guy—James… Jeremy or whatever his name is—he’s exposed everything, Beatrice. Everything! They know it was fake. And now they’re talking about us all over the pack! We’re finished!”I rolled my eyes, masking the unease twisting in my gut. My hands itched to wring something—anything—to release the tension coiling in my body. “They don’t know anything for certain,” I said, forcing my voice into the cool, detached tone that always worked to keep Michaela in check. “Rumours
Lucienne’s Point of ViewI felt their stares long before I saw them. The weight of jealousy and resentment hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to press against my skin. It wasn’t hard to guess where it came from.Beatrice and Michaela.Their presence alone was enough to make the atmosphere shift, the air thick with their unspoken animosity. I could almost feel their eyes on me, sharp and judgmental, like knives slicing through the crowd. Every time I moved, I could sense their gaze following me, each glance laced with disdain.Beatrice’s was the worst. Her hatred was like a quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface, held back by the thinnest veil of civility. Her eyes, dark and calculating, constantly scanned me, looking for any weakness she could exploit. Michaela’s, on the other hand, was more evident in their venom. She didn’t try to hide her disgust, the sneer on her face ever-present, her body language tense with barely contained aggression.Michaela was pred
Beatrice's Point of ViewSitting in the corner of the grand hall, I felt the familiar heat of resentment burning in my chest, twisting and coiling like a venomous serpent. The festivities for Marc and Cole's Alpha ascension were in full swing, an endless parade of opulence and celebration. Laughter echoed through the cavernous space, the clinking of glasses blending with the rustle of silken gowns and sharp suits. But amidst all the luxury and grandeur, my focus was drawn to one thing, and one thing only: her.Lucienne.What was so special about her? My jaw tightened as I watched her glide through the crowd with ridiculous grace. She wasn't even beautiful. Too tall, too muscled, too… intimidating. That wasn't what a Luna should be. A Luna should be soft, delicate, someone who brings a sense of calm—not someone who commands the room like a damn soldier.The very sight of her made my blood boil. Dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, her presence was enough to draw every eye i
Marc’s Point of ViewThe ceremony hadn’t even started, and already, my patience was wearing thin. Ryan and Lochlan couldn’t keep their damn eyes off Lucienne, and it was taking everything in me not to let Cassius, my Wolf, now Lycan, surge to the surface and make our position clear.It wasn’t just the way they looked at her—the subtle smirks, the lingering glances, the way they angled themselves to be closer to her. It was how they spoke to her, all charm and thinly veiled admiration.“She’s ours,” I growled through the mind-link to Cole.His jaw ticked as he responded, “Trust me, I know. But we can’t afford to lose control. Not tonight.”Cassius rumbled his discontent. He hated that we were holding back and not marking our territory more obviously. But I knew better. Tonight wasn’t about flexing power or giving in to primal instincts. Tonight was about stepping into our new roles as Alphas, showing the pack—and the visiting Alphas—precisely who we were.Still, as I glanced at Lucienn
Cole's Point of ViewThe warmth of the morning sun barely filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the packhouse as I stepped out onto the balcony, my muscles still humming with residual energy. Last night's run through the forest with Marc and Lucienne had been like nothing I'd ever experienced. Completing the mate bond with Lucienne had already left me feeling whole in a way I couldn't describe, but shifting into my Lycan form? That was something else entirely.I leaned against the railing, staring out over the clearing. Every part of me felt sharper now—my senses heightened, my body stronger, and my instincts more primal. I'd heard stories about Lycans, of course—their strength, agility, the uncompromising dominance they commanded. But no story could've prepared me for what it actually felt like.I heard footsteps behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Marc coming through the French doors. He stepped out onto the balcony, already dressed and looking a