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
Daemon's Point of View After Adriana and I had said farewell to Perry and Delilah, we went back upstairs to our office. "You are looking very thoughtful there," I said to Adriana. "What have you got on your mind?" "I just have so many questions that I can't answer," she said with evident frustration. "It is all very well to suggest I shift to a Lycan, but I wasn't joking when I said 'easier said than done', more like mission impossible. Do we have anything in the library about Lycans?" "Let's go find out," I answered before mind-linking Tyler, asking him to take over while we were gone. We walked down to the centre of our pack town to the local library. There was a room there that was kept locked at all times. The only time people were allowed in there was when they had my permission. Many of the books were old, and we wanted them kept in as pristine a condition as possible. Of course, the librarians would enter and keep the place dust free, but that was all. "Morning, Kailee,"
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I left the library and returned to the packhouse for lunch. Alana had been looking after the twins while we were out. I had breastfed them before I went to the library and needed to do it again before lunch. While waiting for the afternoon meetings and the twins to wake up for their next feed, I started reading the book about Lycan physiology. The first sentence stated that the only Lycans here were members of the Royal Family. They were given that position by Selene, the Moon Goddess. In contrast to wolf shifters, Lycans had a four-legged wolf as well as two-legged werewolves. This creature was capable of walking upright on two legs. It looked like the werewolf of human movies, but that was as far as the relationship went. Lycans were not some devouring beasts unable to control themselves, far from it. Like wolf shifters, Lycan's eyes would change first. Unlike wolves, their eyes would change into amethyst colour orbs, much like I had now. Then,
Adriana's Point of View It was now nighttime, and I was going to try shifting into a Lycan for the first time. I honestly had no idea how to even begin other than to imagine the creature I wanted to become, but I was going to try anyway. It might take a couple of tries. It might not even happen. I stood next to Daemon and stripped in the dark. "Let's do this, Calliope," I said. Imagining Calliope on two legs was a bit hard as I only saw her in my mind as being on four. "It's not that hard," grumbled Calliope, who then projected her ideal image of what she would look like as a Lycan. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You look terrific! Not that you don't, anyway." "Of course!" I felt her smirking back at me. I held on to the picture in my mind and imagined flowing into it. The world seemed to phase in and out, and I felt like it was actually working. Suddenly I felt strong negative emotions that appeared to come from Daemon. After around ten minutes, I sat down naked on the grass. Daemon ca
Daemon’s Point of View All the pack lands had been magically fortified against Kree and any blood witches working with her. I was glad that Perry, Delilah, Amiria and Pania, the other witches who were introduced to us once they had finished fortifying the borders, were staying here. Keeping Adriana safe was paramount, not just because she was possibly the last royal remaining. I honestly don't know how things would change if it was proven that she is royalty. Part of me was feeling guilty because I was hoping that she wasn't. I wouldn't love her any less, but it would make life just that little bit easier for us if she were a regular shifter. Of course, she wasn't, as she was part Fae. One look in her eyes told that truth. Along with trying to see if Adriana was a Lycan, I was feeling a little ignored. She was absolutely exhausted every night and would fall asleep straight afterwards. I decided to go and speak to Delilah before this evening in hopes that she would help me get Adrian
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