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 View "Elders," Daemon said to them, "I would like to introduce you to Adriana, daughter of the late Alpha Davide and Luna Mara from the Silver Wolf Pack, my fated mate and soon-to-be, our Luna." Holy shit! It was so real now that Daemon had declared me to be his Luna in front of the elders, no less. I was not sure how much power the elders had. I filed that question to ask Daemon later. If I had only known who I was, I might have been able to ask my mother to teach me about pack politics. I knew each pack was different, but some things must be similar. If I had learnt those things, I wouldn't feel so woefully uneducated now. I realised that Daemon had not only introduced me to the elders as his mate but also named the late Silver Wolf Pack leaders as my parents. That might bring trouble, but I wasn't sure. "How did she survive?" asked Elder Parker. Oh. That was not the question I wanted to answer at this stage. In fact, I wasn't sure exactly how to answer it wi
Daemon's Point of View Having Adriana in my arms again was pure bliss. I would never let her go if I could help it. After we made love, I held her in my arms while she napped for a short time. Between her injuries, the walk and incredible sex, I had tired her out, but I was unrepentant. I had been worried that Adriana would pull away from me after everything that happened, not that I would have blamed her. I hadn't treated her as well as I should have, and because of that, Adriana was put in a position that nearly cost her her life. Making it up to her would be my life's work if needed. Making love to Adriana was one of the most incredible feelings. Knowing that the Moon Goddess made her just for me made it all just that so much better. I lay beside her, just watching her as she napped. When she woke, it was close to lunchtime. "Let's have a shower and then lunch," I suggested. Adriana smiled in agreement, so I mind-linked a request to prepare lunch and make some sandwiches. Ad
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