Adriana's Point of View Through my mate and the pack link, I felt the battle unfold from the safety of the packhouse. Every action, clash and howl took had my heart pounding. My instincts urged me to be out there with Daemon and the others, fighting to protect our pack. But I knew my place was here, ensuring the safety of our pups and supporting our warriors from a distance. In other words, being a Luna. As I held our twins close, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and pride. Fear for the dangers Daemon and the others faced and pride for their unwavering bravery and determination. I trusted their abilities and knew they would give everything they had to defend our pack. It felt like hours had passed, but the clock had a different story. I longed for news of Daemon's safety, yearning for his return. Delilah and Amiria continued to monitor the protective spells around the packhouse, their dedication evident in their focused expressions. "Thank you, both of you, for making me
Adriana's Point of View Between the shower and our bed, Daemon and I shared moments of intimacy and ecstasy. Our bodies intertwined and synchronized, creating a symphony of passion and desire. First, the water cascaded over us in the shower, heightening our senses and adding a sensual rhythm to our movements. Each touch and caress sent electric waves of pleasure through our beings, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity only we could understand. I moaned softly into Daemon's lips as the passion between us intensified. It wasn't long before I felt myself coming apart. "Daemon!" I moaned again as waves of pleasure surged through my body, overwhelming my senses as I surrendered to the blissful release that awaited. The waves of my orgasm
Daemon's Point of View A Month Later I woke up in a fuzzy state. The darkness slowly dissipated, revealing blurring shapes bathed in dulled light. As I blinked away the remnants of consciousness, my surroundings began to take shape, transforming from vague silhouettes into familiar objects. I recognised I was in the Medical Centre. In the same room, Adriana had given birth to our twins. What the fuck? "Theo!" I called my wolf. "Theo?" There was no answer. I could sense him, so I knew he was still there, but he wasn't answering me. It was like a complete disconnect. "Adriana?" Again, no answer. I was starting to panic now. What the hell had happened? "Tyler?" "Alpha?" he answered. "Thank the Goddess, you are awake. I will be there soon." Tyler arrived in minutes, but I felt like it needed to be sooner. He'd better have some answers as to why I was a patient in the Medical Centre and why I couldn't mind-link Adriana or my wolf. Inside I was panicking. "What the hell happened?"
Daemon’s Point of View A few days later, I had two visitors turn up at the front gates asking for Mitchell. The guards, however, mind-linked me rather than my father. I thought it was strange, and given the last time my father overstepped the boundaries ended in Adriana taking off and getting abducted, I was slightly worried. I was glad I went down to the gate because Alpha Rikard was there, as well as his daughter, Mandy, Mary, or something like that. Who cares... "Alpha Rikard," I called, "How can I help you?" "I just wanted to talk to your father," he answered. "May I remind you that I am Alpha here, not my father, and seeking to enter my pack lands without informing me is a breach of the Council of Alpha rules. So I ask again, how can I help you?" I fumed with the audacity of it. "In that case," Alpha Rikard said sheepishly, "may I proceed to your office to discuss my reason for coming here?" I mind-linked my guard to let them both in, as well as informing Tyler, Adam and Ad
Daemon’s Point of View As I looked around the room, I could see the concern and curiosity in the eyes of my pack members. Adriana was the first to speak up, her voice steady but filled with caution. "As much as I don't trust their motives, I think we should consider helping them, Daemon," she said. "If both of our packs are under attack, it may not have anything to do with Kree. I gather you consider them allies, in which case, we need to protect any alliances and maintain a united front against rogues." Tyler nodded in agreement. "I agree with Adriana. It's in our best interest to assist them. Besides, uncovering any information about the culprits could prevent future attacks on our pack." Adam chimed in, his expression thoughtful. "I understand the hesitation, Alpha, given what happened with your father's interference before. But this could be an opportunity to prove ourselves as capable leaders and build trust with neighbouring packs. We should at least investigate and assess th
Daemon’s Point of View As everyone dispersed to their respective duties, I was alone with Adriana. I approached her, gently taking her hand in mine. "I understand your concerns, my love," I said softly, looking into her eyes. "Rest assured, I won't let anything happen to you or our pups. We will be cautious and vigilant throughout this process." Adriana nodded, a mixture of worry and trust in her gaze. "I know you'll protect us, Daemon. Just promise me that we won't let our guard down." I pulled her into an embrace, holding her close. "I promise, Adriana. You, our pups, and our pack's safety are my top priority, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure it." Adriana and I decided to take some time out of our busy day to enjoy each other's company and strengthen our bond. With the pups in the capable hands of my mother, we went up to our bedrooms to explore each other. As soon as we tumbled into the bedroom, we were kissing and touching each other frantically. The hunger we felt f
Daemon’s Point of View Conversations were kept light tonight. Neither I nor Adriana engaged in conversation with the Alpha and his daughter. They were situated at the other end of the table deliberately, so I didn't have to contend with either of them. I was so untrusting, but I wasn't alone. Unfortunately, his daughter insisted on trying to bring me into the conversation. "What do you think, Alpha Daemon?" she cooed obsequiously me. "What do I think about what?" I queried unsmilingly, as I couldn't really be bothered with this. "What do you think are the reasons for the rogue attacks?" she asked. "That is not dinner time conversation," I replied with annoyance. "No need to be rude, son," Mitchell mind-linked me. I was quick with my reply, "I don't trust them. Something is not quite right, and you taught me to listen to my hunches, remember? You always said hunches were the world's way of telling you something important. Besides, she is flirting with me in front of my mate! No
Daemon’s Point of View Knocking on Delilah's door, we waited for her to invite us in. She greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes filled with wisdom. "Daemon, Adriana, what brings you here?" Looking in, I could see that Perry and the other two witches were indeed there. Adriana and I entered. I wasted no time and explained the strange occurrences during dinner, the disconnection with Theo, and the inability to communicate with Adriana or my wolf through our mind link. Delilah listened attentively, her expression thoughtful. "Hmm, it's indeed unusual. I've encountered situations like this before, although rare. It could be the work of a powerful supernatural force or an enchantment specifically targeting your connection. I can look into it further and see if there's any relevant information in our archives." "I think we should take a blood sample," said Perry. "Wolf's bane will do that as well. We want to rule out poisoning." I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope, "Please do, Delilah
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