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
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I were now walking back to the packhouse after a meal and a drink at the local pack bar, Shifters. I enjoyed the entire day with Daemon and didn't want it to end. For the first time, Daemon declared to everyone that I was his Luna, and I was hopeful that our relationship would continue progressing as it had been. What I really wanted was for Daemon to declare his love to me. How would I get him to state this without seeming as needy as I was feeling? Was I supposed to ask him straight out? It was times like these that I missed being able to talk to my mother. We never did get a chance to have all those discussions about boys and growing up that Callie seemed to have with her mum. I honestly can't think of any other way of finding out other than to ask him. It felt like he was showing me he cared, and I certainly felt wanted. Was this love? Maybe it was, and I was just that clueless. I just wanted to be entirely sure that what I feel for him is the
Daemon's Point of View Adriana opened up to me last night, and I fully understood where she was coming from and her emotions. I felt humbled that she had shared her feelings with me. Like her, I had felt vulnerable too, but as an Alpha, I needed to be the one to look after and protect my mate. I never wanted Adriana to ever feel unhappy about our relationship. I wanted to be the rock of her life, so I needed to work on communicating with her. Something that neither of us was good at. I needed to be a better mate, and I was going to be, starting with making sure she had recovered from her ordeal. As soon as Adriana had awakened, I served her breakfast in the seclusion of our bedroom. The Omegas were already downstairs preparing food for those of us who lived there. I had them put breakfast on a tray which I took upstairs to Adriana. Food is one of the love languages of shifters, and feeding our mates was a way of letting them know we love and cherish them and could provide for them.
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos
Lucienne's Point of ViewShaking my head, I couldn’t believe she couldn’t put two and two together to make four. My father had already told them I was his daughter the first time Elizabeth threatened me. It wasn’t hard to make the connection that if my mother and father were Lycans, I must be one too.Beatrice shook her head, her trembling intensifying. I guess she was that stupid. Her head sank into her hands, her muttering turning into unintelligible whimpers. Her disbelief and humiliation were all too much for her fragile ego to handle. Despite wanting Eric rather than my mates, she had built her entire life’s plan on lies and half-truths fed to her by Elizabeth. And now it was crumbling before her eyes.Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned my attention to Dwayne, who had managed to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes darting between me and Beatrice. There was no fight left in him, no bravado. Just a growing, s
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe sheer arrogance of my captors. They thought they had me trapped, powerless. Fools.Now, Elizabeth and Rodney sat in the corner of the cell I had once inhabited, their faces pale as they realised they were trapped. Their façade of control had crumbled, and seeing the fear in their eyes was almost pitiful. They wouldn't escape justice. Not this time.For now, though, my focus was on someone else-Beatrice.Her betrayal wasn't personal. It didn't sting, nor did it matter enough to hurt.Beatrice was simply another obstacle to remove, a loose end to tie up. However, like Elizabeth, she was an instigator in my abduction. Beatrice was about to learn that actions had consequences, and I intended to ensure she faced them.Elizabeth's voice, shrill and panicked, broke through my thoughts. "You won't get out of here alive, Lucienne. Upstairs is full of rogues. By the time Marc and Cole get here, you'll die!"I smiled coldly. Well, as much of a smile as I could in Lyc
Rodney's Point of ViewHer gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened, her defiance burning brighter. I could feel the tension in the air as Elizabeth stood next to me, the whip in her hand.“Give me the whip,” I demanded, telling Lucienne that I was going to show her mates exactly why they needed to reject her.Elizabeth refused despite me making it clear that I didn’t want her to do it—not that it mattered. She wasn’t going to listen. Elizabeth was determined to be the one to strike Lucienne, refusing to let me handle it.“Just don’t go so hard that you kill her,” I said.I wouldn't let Lucienne die—not like this. Elizabeth saw no issue with it.To her, Lucienne was just another obstacle to crush. She didn't understand that there was no way I was going to allow her to kill Lucienne. I would kill Elizabeth sooner than I had planned. I couldn't risk losing her, not when I was this close to getting what I wanted.I watched Lucienne’s face when Elizabeth told her that Marc and Cole we
Rodney's Point of ViewShe was perfect—every part of her. From the way her dark mahogany brown hair clung to her damp face to the fierce glint in her amethyst eyes, Lucienne was unlike anyone I had ever encountered. Even in this wretched, decrepit cell, she exuded an ethereal quality that only made me crave her more.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Those eyes—by the Goddess, they haunted me. That purple—the most striking, vivid shade I’d ever seen—was like a curse, binding me to her in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They seemed to pierce through me every time she dared to lift her gaze. They weren’t like the dull brown or washed-out blues I was used to seeing in Wolf-Shifters. No, they shimmered with an otherworldly depth, glowing faintly even in the dim light of the basement. I’d never seen anything like it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those eyes would look, gazing up at me… filled with submission.My obsession with her had grown from fascination to a consuming need. S
Lucienne's Point of ViewI had no idea what time it was. The thick, suffocating darkness of the warehouse seemed endless. When Beatrice had ordered Michaela upstairs, she’d deliberately switched off the only powered light, leaving me to eat in the dark. The cold seeped into my bones, the stale air heavy with the scent of mildew and iron.My body trembled from exhaustion and hunger; the pitiful scraps they fed me were barely enough to keep me conscious. Thankfully, I was just like a human still, which meant I didn’t need as much fuel to sustain me—but even so, I still longed for her strength, her presence, to return to me.Yet, amidst the weakness, I could feel a faint shift—a flicker of hope. The activated charcoal was working, slowly but surely purging the wolfsbane from my system. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stoke a fragile fire within me.Curled into the corner of my cell, I clung to that flicker, willing myself to stay alert. My body was still weak and far from ready, but
Marc's Point of ViewThe moment we reached the edge of Charleston’s industrial district, our mood changed to serious mode. The dilapidated warehouses loomed ahead, their skeletal frames standing against the faint glow of distant city lights. The air was thick with the acrid scent of saltwater and rust, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering within me.Every fibre of my being was screaming to charge in, to find Lucienne and end this nightmare, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when we were this close. I glanced at Cole, who sat rigid in the seat next to me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His wolf, Blaine, was barely restrained, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.“Breathe,” I murmured through the mind-link, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. It was a simple command, but it carried more weight than either of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure if I was reminding him or myself.The tension from us was plain to
Cole's Point of ViewThe growl of the SUV’s engine echoed my mood—low and simmering with restrained fury. A day’s drive to Charleston felt like an eternity. Every kilometre of road we travelled was one less between us and Lucienne, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Every second on the road felt like a century.My Lycan, Blaine, prowled at the edges of my mind, eager to tear into anyone who had dared harm her. The fact that we had to wait to reach her made my blood boil. Marc sat in the back seat next to me, his posture rigid and his eyes locked on the road ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest. The fire burning in his amber eyes mirrored my own.Queen Adriana sat in the front with King Daemon driving, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting. Daemon had been our anchor through this ordeal, his steady voice reminding us that charging in mindlessly would only hurt Lucienne. Gamma Ellis was quiet beside us, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.Tension crackled in