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 View Looking at Daemon, I couldn't imagine being any more in love with him than I already was. When he spoke about his concerns and worries regarding Junior and Kree, added to fitting out the music room and just his all-around caring for me, I fell more in love with him each and every moment. "It looks like you are thinking serious thoughts again," I said, lifting my eyebrow. "Hopefully, they are not too serious. Anything you want to discuss?" Daemon didn't want to discuss it anymore, so we left our bedroom to meet Tyler, Adam and Stephanie. They were waiting outside, ready to walk to Daemon's parent's house. "Hi, everyone," I called as I walked out the door. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long." Stephanie came over, grabbed my arm and told Daemon, "It's my turn now. You've had her to yourself, and she needs to have female company." I can't say that I was unhappy. I missed Callie and needed to be around friends. Hopefully, Stephanie and Christina would be
Adriana's Point of View Yesterday was the final fitting for my gown. It was stunning, and the lace matched the amulet I was still wearing. Delilah told me to continue wearing it, as they weren't entirely sure I was safe from blood witches. Although Kree was incarcerated and her father dead, no one knew if any other blood witches had been a part of it. Kree wasn't talking. Neither was Brandon Junior or his wolves. I chided myself because I wanted to forget about the incident, especially for today. There would be time after the ceremony to worry about it. For now, I wanted to enjoy my life and celebrate. As for the fitting, it was perfect. I didn't need to mention to Lexi that I was pregnant, as I was still not showing. The dress style wouldn't have made it obvious anyway, as it wasn't figure-hugging. James and his crew arrived early this morning to set up the tables and serving area. James was busy bossing Diana and Lucia around, and I couldn't find it in me to feel sorry for them. P
Adriana's Point of View "Argh!" I cried in pain, squeezing Daemon's hand as hard as possible. "Not long now, Luna," the midwife replied. "Soon, you'll be fully dilated and able to push. At the moment, keep breathing like I showed you." The pain was too much for me to fully understand everything she said, and it seemed like Daemon understood this. "Breathe," he murmured in my ear before huffing with short breaths. It was just what I needed, and I huffed along with him. Each contraction seemed to last a lifetime, but in truth, it wasn't very long at all. I had all but blocked out the midwife, but Daemon kept talking to me, repeating the midwife's instructions. It wasn't long before Daemon relayed that it was time to push the babies out. Our second pup greeted the world less than one minute after the first. "Alpha, Luna, here is your son and daughter," announced the midwife. A nurse handed me one of the babies, and I held my son for the first time. He was so tiny but very noisy.
Adriana's Point of View After a late night with the twins naming and celebration, it was another bleary-eyed start to the day. Instead of breastfeeding both twins, I fed one while Daemon fed the other with expressed milk. I still had to express more milk afterwards, but Daemon took the twins and settled them down again. Thankfully, all they wanted to do at this stage was feed and sleep, with some socialising with us. I hopped into the shower and was happily surprised that Daemon snuck in to join me. Due to our fast-healing shifter gene, I had healed quickly from giving birth and wanted to spend some romantic time with my mate. Unfortunately, we had to hurry out of the shower, eat our breakfast and be ready for Perry St Claire and Delilah to arrive for their meeting. We sat down in the smaller dining room, and Diana brought us our breakfast. I really didn't trust her, but there wasn't anything to warrant this feeling. In fact, she was overly nice to me, syrupy even. Maybe I was just
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne's breath caught, her heartbeat quickening, but she didn't pull away. The world around them seemed to still, the quiet of the room amplifying the thrum of her pulse in her ears.Then, with an uncharacteristic yet wholly captivating hesitance, I leaned down. My lips met hers in a kiss so soft and unhurried that it felt like time had paused to savour the moment. The kiss was chaste, a gentle melding of lips that carried no urgency, only a silent promise.Lucienne moaned, her lips opening slightly. My cock harden, making my jeans tight. The moan nearly made me come in my pants. That was enough of an invitation for me to deepen the kiss—our tongues sparring.When I finally withdrew, my forehead rested lightly against hers, my breath mingling in the shared silence. I closed my eyes to focus on reducing my arousal. Lucienne's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling from the ghost of my touch, and for a moment, all the chaos and uncertainty in her world faded away
Marc's Point of View"What's your relationship with the Royal Family?" I asked, leaning towards Lucienne. I took note of the rare colour of her eyes. How could I have not noticed the stunning colour? It was the same as the Royal Family, but I had also noticed that two others in their entourage had the same shade of purple. There was another who had a deeper, darker purple.Suddenly, her eyes glazed over, and she was obviously mind-linking someone. I wondered who. I was an Alpha Wolf, and we were possessive creatures at best, and I had seen how close she was with Prince Cedric. I really hoped she wasn't in a relationship with him. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to be a nice guy, but I would hate him if she were with him."There's something you should know. About who I am," Lucienne stated. "I am here with my parents and twin brother, Cedric.""Cedric. As in… Crown Prince Cedric?" asked Cole, to which Lucienne nodded. "That makes you. I mean… Your Highness?""Stop right there!"
Daemon's Point of ViewWatching Lucienne ascend the stairs with Marc and Cole, I felt a pang of bittersweet pride settle in my chest. My little girl—my eldest daughter—was nineteen and all grown up. She moved with the grace of a warrior and the quiet confidence of someone who knew her worth. It struck me how much she resembled her mother—the same striking features, the same fire in her eyes.Adriana, standing beside me, seemed to sense my thoughts. She slipped her hand into mine, her touch warm and grounding. "She's everything we hoped she would be," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion."She is," I replied, my eyes still on the staircase where Lucienne had disappeared moments before. "It feels like just yesterday she was running around the house, training with Cedric, declaring she'd never wear a dress."Adriana chuckled, her laugh like music to my ears. "And now she's wearing heels and dresses but still commanding armies and winning trials."I couldn't help but smile. "She'
Lucienne's Point of ViewMarc's expression softened. "Why did you decide to become a warrior?"I smiled, the memory warming me. "It started when I was about six. I used to watch the warriors train and try to mimic their movements. At the time, it looked like an exotic dance to me. By the age of ten, I was training daily."Cole grinned. "And now you're the best of the best?""I wouldn't say that," I said modestly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I work hard."Marc and Cole were seated on either side of me on the sprawling leather couch, their focus unwavering. Their attention made me feel both seen and scrutinised, but I pressed on, knowing they genuinely wanted to know more about me."Two weeks before I came here, I competed in the warrior trials," I continued, my tone steady, though a flicker of pride crept into my voice. "It's an intense competition. This time, it was designed to find the next Royal Gamma."Marc's brows lifted, and Cole leaned forward, resting his elbow
Lucienne's Point of ViewWe were back in the twins' suite of rooms, and I took a moment to soak in the space. It was undeniably warm and inviting, with a balance of rustic masculinity and understated charm that spoke volumes about Marc and Cole's personalities. The fact that it fitted with mine just made it all the better.The walls were painted in a deep slate grey, accented with dark wood panelling that added a touch of elegance. Soft lighting from strategically placed lamps gave the space a cosy glow, and thick curtains in a rich, earthy tone framed the windows, offering both privacy and a sense of comfort.The sprawling couch in the centre of the living area immediately caught my attention. Its dark leather looked well-worn but not shabby as if it had seen its share of long conversations and quiet moments. A plush, woven throw was draped over one arm, and a few mismatched pillows gave it a more relaxed feel. The scent of cedarwood filled the air, mingling with something distinctly
Lucienne's Point of ViewStaying at the packhouse had been the right call. Alpha Duncan's suggestion, though somewhat unexpected, made sense now that I was here. Getting to know Marc and Cole better felt necessary, especially with how things had changed lately. After all, not had I found my mates—two of them; Danielle had confided in me earlier that Eric insisted on spending time with her after he had claimed her as his mate in public—in front of Beatrice even. It had been heartwarming to see her so happy.When I'd assessed the warriors earlier in the day, she had been there with Eric, quietly glowing in his presence. Later, she told me everything—that Eric had denied ever being involved with Beatrice. He said he couldn't stand her but tolerated her because she was Marc and Cole's step-sister. She'd always hung around and had come on to him. He thought she'd stop once she found her destined mate, but he didn't expect she would actually come between him and his mate.Danielle told me t
Duncan's Point of ViewI had never seen anything like her.As Lucienne stood tall, her wolf towering over the other warriors, I couldn't shake the feeling. It wasn't just her size or the raw power she exuded—though both were unlike anything I'd seen before in our pack. Her aura, a dominance that saturated the room and left every shifter in the space, including my sons, captivated and slightly awed.There was no denying it now. The white fur, the piercing amethyst eyes, and the sheer size of her wolf… she was a Lycan and the daughter of King Daemon and Queen Adriana. How could anyone think otherwise or not even make the connection?Given her bearing and strength, I'd already suspected as much, but witnessing her wolf was another thing entirely. This wasn't the kind of power that could be taught or inherited lightly. It felt like it was ancient, almost primal, a presence that made everyone else's wolves seem small.I chose to keep that startling revelation to myself, knowing that sharin
Lucienne's Point of ViewI took down the three warriors effortlessly, including their Gamma, who put up a decent fight but was ultimately no match for me. He would have been their top fighter, except maybe the Alphas, but he didn't have my training. It might have been a tad unfair since I wasn't a Wolf-Shifter like them, but they needed a reality check.As they rose to their feet, dusting themselves off, the humiliation was unmistakable in their expressions. Their eyes avoided mine, and their jaws clenched with the sting of defeat. The fact that a female had beaten them only deepened the shame and disgust written on their faces. Clearly, this wasn't something they'd soon forget—or forgive."Let me handle this," my father's calm yet commanding voice echoed through our mind-link. He had noticed the intense, uneasy look the warriors were casting in my direction—a mixture of shock, resentment, and bruised pride. His tone carried the subtle authority that had always made him such a respect
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne was here in our suite, changing her clothes. My wolf stirred restlessly, eager to claim her, to make her ours in every possible way. Marc and I had waited so long, dreaming of the day we'd finally have our mate at our side, leading our pack. But now that Lucienne was here, the reality was even more consuming than we'd ever imagined. Her strength, her loyalty, her fire… she was a perfect match for us in every sense.As if sensing my thoughts, Marc turned to me with a smirk. "You're as restless as I am," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation."Can you blame me?" I replied, my gaze drifting to where Lucienne had stood only moments ago. "She's perfect. I don't know how we ever lived without her."Marc nodded, his expression softening. "Soon, brother," he promised. "When the time is right. We'll mark her together."The thought was both thrilling and humbling. We would be bound to her, our souls intertwined. And with Lucienne as our Luna, nothing could