I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I am putting an extra chapter, possibly two out this week, so expect another chapter on Thursday evening, New Zealand time.
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I walked out into the forest to do my first shift. The idea was that we would strip our clothes and shift into our wolf forms. Having never shifted, I needed to figure out how to do it. When I mentioned that to Daemon, he said, "Don't worry, your wolf will know what to do." "Yes, I do," responded Calliope. "Will anyone be able to see us naked?" I asked Daemon. "No. No one will come near," he answered. "I told my guards to keep everyone out of this area." That was something. I knew that most shifters weren't worried about nudity because everyone had to strip before changing. Still, I had been brought up to believe I was an Omega and therefore didn't have a wolf. I would have to get used to not only being a shifter but also being something more. Two somethings more, to be specific. At least I wasn't a part vampire. That would be too much. Life was different for Omegas that didn't shift. They still had the shifter gene, but only in human form.
Adriana's Point of View I spent the following day in the office with Daemon, still learning all I could about the pack's finances. It was an exhaustive process going through everything. Still, I think I was getting better at it and understanding exactly where all the money came from and what it was spent on. The skills I was learning would be invaluable in working out all of my own finances with the money that my mother left me. The next day, it was time to head over to Lexi's store to be fitted for my gown. It wouldn't be finished for another week, but she wanted to fit me a few times to ensure it was perfect. Alana and two of my guards would be going with me. Today it was Carlisle and Wilson again. They were most likely to be rostered during the day. "Morning, Luna," Wilson said, opening the car door for me. "Morning, Wilson, and you too, Carlisle. Let's get Alana and head to the shop," I answered. Carlisle was driving us today while Wilson sat in the passenger seat. We picked u
Adriana's Point of View When Kree exited the vehicle, I quickly mind-linked Daemon, "We are under attack!" Looking out of the back window, I gave as many details as I could to Daemon on our whereabouts and who we were going up against, including that a younger version of Alpha Brandon was with her. There were also three other men I had never seen before. However, one of them had some similarities to Kree and might possibly be her father. I decided to call him Daddy Witch and Brandon's son, Junior. The other two were most likely shifters, as they had that certain look. They were possibly his Beta and Gamma. "Stay in the car if you can," he replied. "I am contacting Perry and Delilah as we speak. Tyler and James are on their way with extra men." With Daemon's order to stay in the car, my only viable option was to sit back, watch and hope. Alana grabbed my hand, telling me, "They'll get here in time. I am sure they will. Just stay inside the car. It has a reinforced body and bulletpr
Adriana's Point of View With Daemon being five to ten minutes away from us, I took stock of the situation. One shifter and a witch were dead, thanks to both Carlisle and Wilson. Kree and Junior were still alive and unhurt, along with one other shifter who was currently in wolf form and fighting Wilson. There were three of them remaining, and one of them was a formidable enemy. I wasn't sure about the other two and was not entirely confident we would get out of this unscathed. Looking at both wolves fighting, whatever rank the shifter had, he was no match for Wilson. I felt a lot better about that fight. Although, he wasn't totally outclassed because Wilson was bleeding from a few bites. There was a lot of growling going on, and then suddenly, a whiny yelping sound as Wilson bit down on his opponent's neck. That was the end of shifter number two as he lay unmoving. Shifter number one was still on the ground writhing in pain from the stun gun, so not going anywhere fast. This left Kre
Daemon's Point of View When Adriana mind-linked me and told me that she was under attack, and it was from Kree and possibly the son of ex-Alpha Brandon, I was more than worried. The fear I had felt when Adriana was abducted last time came crashing back down, threatening to overwhelm me. Not only was Adriana in danger, but so was my mother. If anything happened to them, my father and I would be devastated. The first thing I did was mind-link Tyler and Adam to get one of the pack vehicles. It had toughened glass windows and a strengthened chassis. I wasn't the type of Alpha who wanted to conquer other packs just to make mine bigger. The pack was big enough, and I wasn't greedy. Besides, it was one of the largest packs anyway, if not the biggest. I also wasn't the type of Alpha who would shy away from fighting to defend my pack if need be. No greedy Alpha was going to attack my pack and get away with it. "Stay in the car if you can," I told her. "I am contacting Perry and Delilah as we
Adriana's Point of View I knew why Daemon was determined to take me to see Doctor Samuel. In fact, he was adamant that I would be going for a check-up, whether I liked it or not. Even though I insisted that both the pups and I were fine, I could understand why he wanted to make sure. He loved me. It was as simple as that. He loved our unborn children and me so much that he had to ensure we were alright. I was okay with that. On the trip back to the pack lands, Daemon held me the entire way. I could sense the stress and tension he felt as it flowed through our mating bond. It was how he had managed to feel how frightened I had been before. As the stress and tension dissipated, I sensed a new feeling from Daemon... anger. I put my hand up to stroke Daemon's cheek, and the feeling of anger subsided a little, but it didn't go away entirely. While Daemon was not the type of Alpha to go off and attack another pack willy-nilly, I thought I could sense his need to destroy Brandon Junior's p
Adriana's Point of View Once Tyler, Adam, Daemon and I had finished our lunch, Adam went off to arrange a more intensive Luna guard. I could no longer wander anywhere alone, which wasn't too much of an imposition as I didn't anyway. It was just the implications of the danger I would always be in. Despite worrying about what my future might look like with having to have a constant guard, I just wanted to get up to our bedroom. I needed a little time to process everything that had gone on, and I wanted to be away from everyone except Daemon. After lunch, I excused myself to Daemon and Tyler and headed towards the stairs. I told them I needed to freshen up. "There's something I want to show you," said Daemon as he jogged over and grabbed my hand. "It is a surprise, but I think you'll like it." "What surprise?" I asked. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise," he explained. Even though I had plans to hide away for a little while, I went with him. I wasn't a person who liked
Daemon's Point of View I got the feeling that pregnancy was making Adriana hornier than usual, and I had no problem with that at all. Add the redecorated music room and new piano; it was an afternoon of making love with multiple orgasms. After our shower together, we lay on the bed, cuddling. I liked this side of Adriana too. There was something settling about lying here with her in my arms. I didn't want to go back to work at all. "What do you want to do this afternoon?" I asked. "What about work?" she replied. “After today, we deserve some time to spend together. A rest," I answered. "I could have lost you to that damned blood witch and Brandon's pack," I continued. "Later today, I will contact Perry and find out what will happen. I have the basics, but I need more details, so we can go forward without worrying about safety." Adriana nodded thoughtfully before answering, "Will they find out if anyone else was behind this? What about the rest of his pack? Who else was involved?
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