Adriana's Point of View "I intend for us to be working together," said Daemon. "We will be a team." "Okay," I replied, somewhat confused. I would have expected us to be a team since I was his Luna, but from what I gathered, the Alpha was still the boss. He was certainly bossy enough for both of us. "Usually, the Luna looks after the womenfolk, and the Alpha takes care of business. I want more than that for you.," Daemon continued. "I want us to make decisions together for the well-being of all pack members." I was a little shocked. It sounded like Daemon was putting me in an equal position to himself. I wasn't entirely sure if that would work. What if we had differing opinions? Whose opinion would we go with? I wondered what Tyler and Adam would make of it. What would his parents think? "Don't over-think it," said Daemon. "If we communicate properly, then we can make this work." I just hoped he knew what he was doing. After breakfast, Daemon led me back upstairs again. We had f
Daemon's Point of View Adriana and I arrived at my parent's place. She was nervous about meeting my mother in case Alana didn't like her. She seemed happier when I reassured her that my mother would love her as I did. Loving Adriana was easy. It was a no-brainer that everyone else would love her too. We were led into the dining room, and my mother called for Christina to come downstairs for lunch. When she came into the room, I introduced her to Adriana. "I remember you," she said. "Daemon! You didn't tell me the piano player at the restaurant was your mate. Geez, brother! You're impossible." "Yeah. I should have mentioned it. I was having a moment," I said, feeling rather sheepish, so I smiled and hugged Adriana to let her know she was my everything. As we sat down to lunch, I watched my friends and family interact with each other. Although Adriana was nervous about meeting my parents, they all seemed to get on with each other. Even my little sister Christina was talking animated
Adriana's Point of View After lunch, Alana, Christina and I went into the lounge to plan and discuss the mating ceremony. We had just sat down when another female about the same age walked in and joined us. "Stephanie!" called Christina. "I'm so glad you could come over and join us. Do you remember Adriana, the pianist from the Luna Restaurant? Well, it turns out she is our Luna." "I remember you," Stephanie exclaimed. "I am so pleased to meet you." I vaguely recalled Stephanie, but with all that had happened since that night, I was struggling to remember her. Christina explained that Stephanie was Tyler's younger sister. It made more sense after that, and I could finally place her. When we had driven back to the packhouse, Christina and Stephanie had returned with Adam. Stephanie sat down, and we got on with the planning. It was going to be held on the next full moon, which wasn't very far away. Merely a few weeks remained, leaving barely any time to organise it. "As soon as you
Adriana's Point of View The following day, Alana and I went to see Lexi. It wasn't just the two of us, as Daemon had insisted that I was accompanied by a guard at all times. There was no arguing this with him, and I didn't even bother. Just because Brandon was dead, it didn't negate the danger I was in. Kree was still alive. Knowing I had a blood witch after me kept me from being reckless. With our escorts, Carlisle and Wilson, we headed out. The idea was to have my measurements taken and discuss the type of gown I wanted. I had a vision of what I wanted, but I was also mindful that there may be some pack traditions I would have to follow. Lexi welcomed us when we entered the shop, and Alana introduced her to me. "I am so thrilled to be making your gown, Luna," she said. "Lexi is the best stylist we have," Alana declared. "I'm your only stylist," she joked. As soon as I met Lexi, I was reminded of Callie, and her friendly nature immediately appealed to me. "Almost any style wou
Adriana's Point of View Carlisle and Wilson drove Alana and me back to the pack house. An unfamiliar car was parked outside, and dread filled me. I wasn't sure how this meeting was going to roll. Being a rare hybrid Wolf-Shifter was nerve-racking. As I thought about what the Alpha Council representative would do with me, I was unsure what to expect. Would I face discrimination as I wasn't a purebred wolf? Slowly, I forced myself to get out of the car. I had evidently dawdled long enough for Wilson to hop out of the passenger seat and open my door. Embarrassed, I quickly got out and mumbled my thanks. I still wasn't used to this kind of deference. My feelings and thoughts must have been easily read as Alana touched my shoulder and said, "It is going to be alright. Nothing will happen to you; we'll make sure of that. In addition, your mother wouldn't have felt comfortable with the 'holding doors open' for Luna." I smiled my thanks at Alana, and we proceeded into the packhouse to meet
Adriana's Point of View Excuse me, Perry St. Claire," I said as I walked towards the door, "Where are we going?" "Please call me Perry," he answered, "and may I call you Adriana?" I nodded but stopped walking while I waited for him to fully answer my question. After a brief, but uncomfortable pause, he did. "We are going to meet the witches currently sealing your borders. They will most likely have some questions about Kree that they wish to ask you," he replied. We all went down the packhouse stairs to meet the witches outside. As we exited the main doors, I saw three women walk towards us, one of whom seemed to look familiar. "Perry! Introduce us, please," said one of the women. Her name was Delilah, and, as I found out, she was not only the vice Gatekeeper of the Witches’ Council but also Kree's older sister. No wonder she looked familiar. "Breathe," linked Daemon, "You are okay." Through our link, Daemon could clearly feel my nerves getting the better of me. I initially th
Adriana's Point of View I took a deep breath and walked through the door into a past life. It was like coming home after a long absence, but also not the same. "Welcome," I said to Delilah. "I'm sorry if it is dusty, but I haven't been here for such a long time. Not since I moved out after my mother's death and into the city." "It is all good, child," Delilah said as she followed me. Going into the lounge, I saw a photo of my mother and me together. There weren't many of them, and this was one that our neighbour had taken of us. You could clearly see our blue eyes, as we wore coloured contacts then. It was then that I realised I hadn't worn contacts in so long and had been wandering around showing my amethyst-coloured eyes to everyone. No one had commented or said a thing. To think that I might have been able to live an everyday life and go to school like everyone else did just blew me away. Life might have been very different. I told myself to stop thinking like this, as it wasn'
Adriana's Point of View I locked up my mother's house, saying goodbye to my past life. Daemon, Perry, Delilah, the other two witches, and I returned to the packhouse. Before Perry and the witches departed, Delilah gave me an amulet. It was a gemstone attached to a thin braided cord. The gem was made of blue tanzanite and sparkled like a blue crystal. I wish it had been amethyst to match my eyes, but it was beautiful nonetheless. "This rock came from a bolt of lightning that turned the earth blue," said Delilah. "Not only does this particular gem contain healing properties, but it has a protection spell cast on it. Should Kree get past our defences, she will find it extremely difficult to be around you. In fact, it will cause her extreme pain, as it is attuned to repel blood witch magic and the blood witch herself. Never take it off!" With that warning, I put it on and waved them goodbye. They would check in with us every few days, and a witch would continuously monitor the border fo
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
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