Daemon’s Point of View In the morning, as the guests gather for breakfast in the dining room, I see that Alpha Rikard and Melinda have joined us. They had a fully stocked kitchen in their cottage, so there wasn't any real need for them to be here, yet here they were. I intentionally excluded my parents from the invitation list. I didn't want either of them getting in the way of the investigation. This reminded me that I wanted to discuss with Perry and Delilah if there was any way to record their private conversations. Despite the prior conversation, Melinda continues to flirt with me in front of Adriana. I could feel Adriana becoming increasingly angry at this. "I wonder what on earth would possess a person to flirt with a mated wolf," expressing her frustration out loud enough for Melinda to hear, "particularly in front of their mate." I could see Melinda bristling at that comment, although it looked like Alpha Rikard had no problem with what Melinda was trying to do. Adriana c
Daemon’s Point of View "I, Daemon, Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, reject you, Adriana, of the Silver Wolf Pack as my mate and Luna." Present Time "Please tell me that everything I remember is wrong!" I cried, tears rolling down my face. I didn't care that I was an Alpha because I was utterly horrified when the realisation hit me that I had rejected Adriana, my mate and Luna, the love of my life and the mother of my pups. The weight of my mistake and the consequences of my actions weighed heavily on my heart. How could I have done such a terrible thing to the person I cherished the most? The pain and regret flooded over me, and I longed to go to Adriana immediately to apologise and beg for her forgiveness The thought of the pain I had caused her was unbearable, and I desperately wished that I could turn back time and undo my rejection. The guilt consumed me as I grappled with the consequences of my impulsive decision. I could only hope that Adriana would find it in her heart to for
Adriana’s Point of View "I, Daemon, Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, reject you, Adriana, of the Silver Wolf Pack as my mate and Luna." This past month has been the most agonising period of my life. From the moment Daemon, the Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, uttered those crushing words, rejection has gnawed at my heart. The pain was beyond comprehension. A Month Ago On that night, I stood tall. I refused to let that fucking despicable bitch, Melinda, witness any further weakness in me. As Daemon's rejection resounded in the air, he collapsed into a comatose state, leaving Melinda to revel in her victory. She gloated, revelling in the fact that she would now become Luna and demanded that I leave the pack. However, I was determined to hold onto something amidst the devastation—I would take the pups with me. That much, at least, I could salvage from this heartbreaking situation. Strangely enough, instead of succumbing to overwhelming despair, Melinda's words fueled an unexpected anger wi
Adriana’s Point of View Listening to Melinda and Diana open up and reveal themselves for the disgusting traitors they were, the weight of the truth settled heavily upon me. The pain of Daemon's rejection still lingered, but it now mingled with a burning desire for justice. Determination surged within me, unyielding and fierce. I vowed to unravel every detail and ensure all guilty parties faced the consequences of their actions. "Imprison these two for treason!" commanded Perry, now the next highest Alpha under me. Leaving Melinda trembling in fear, I turned my back on the room, on the remnants of a shattered love. It was time to gather evidence of where Kree was and dismantle the intricate web of corruption that had ensnared us all. The path before me was treacherous and fraught with uncertainty, but I was no longer the broken, rejected mate. I had transformed into a force to be reckoned with. Still in my formidable Lycan form, I relentlessly searched the pack for Alpha Rikard. It
Adriana’s Point of View "There is a hole in my soul that I feel cannot be filled, and because of his words, I am no longer Luna of this pack." As soon as Alpha Rikard had been taken into custody, I told everyone that I wanted to leave the pack. "Please don't go, Luna," said Tyler, with tears in his eyes. "I am no longer Luna, remember?" I reminded him sadly. Daemon's parents, Mitchell and Alana, didn't want me to go either. They kept trying to assure me that Daemon truly wouldn't want me to leave. They were adamant that he would take back his words once he woke from his comatose state. Once he did that, I would regain my position as Luna. They insisted that Daemon loved me, that his words were purely from the blood magic spell. Deep down, I felt a void in my heart that contradicted their words. I didn't know how to reconcile my feelings with this. "Please don't leave yet," said Calliope. My wolf agreed with them, of course, as she was sure our mate Daemon and his wolf, Theo, wo
Adriana’s Point of View I have now officially moved into my mother's old house. Her room was now my bedroom, while my own room had been transformed into a nursery for the twins. Maye, thankfully, had agreed to move in with me as a full-time nanny. She settled into the spare room. Everything had changed. As I walked through the rooms of my childhood home, I couldn't help but notice the transformation that had taken place. Tyler, who was becoming an annoying good friend, had insisted on purchasing new furniture to give the house a fresh start. The sight of the unfamiliar pieces reminded me of the countless memories that were etched within these walls. Once adorned with cosy, worn-out sofas and a well-loved coffee table, the living room now boasted sleek leather couches and a modern glass centrepiece. The changes were striking, and while they added a touch of sophistication, they also felt somewhat foreign. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia for the old, comforting furniture
Adriana’s Point of View "So Tyler, why have you come to visit?" I asked him. "Well, the pack elders have requested a meeting with us. Perry and Delilah said they would be there too. In case there is any trouble." "Do they know that Daemon rejected me?" I asked, feeling deflated. "I think they know something," he answered, "but remember that Perry will be there as the official representative of the Council of Alphas. What he says goes. Also, Mitchell will be there as well. Neither Alana nor Mitchell accepted what Daemon did. As far as they are concerned, you are still Luna, and... you are still Queen. Tyler and I finished up our coffees, leaving the twins in Maye's capable hands. As we entered the Alpha's office, we were greeted by six older men, including Mitchell. I had met them before when Daemon introduced me to them before we had our combined mating and Luna ceremony. "Adriana, dear," said Mitchell, greeting me. I smiled gratefully, knowing I would have at least one of the e
Adriana’s Point of View After the meeting with the elders, I bid Tyler goodbye. We had agreed that he would look after the day-to-day responsibilities and only call me in for specific tasks that needed the Alpha. Unbeknownst to me, Daemon had set me up a while ago to be able to sign on his behalf. Later on today, the pack legal team would be coming through for me to sign the documents. Perry would be present as a witness. "So if the elders had refused for me to continue on as Luna and lead the pack, what would have happened?" I asked Tyler. "They would have been outvoted," he answered. "The Alpha's wishes outweigh everything." "But.." I started thinking back to his rejection. "But nothing," Tyler answered. "The Alpha was under blood magic and not able to make a sound decision. You are still Luna, regardless." Feeling somewhat better about my position and future in the pack, I went to the Medical Centre to sit by Daemon's bedside. "Morning, Luna," called the receptionist as I w
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