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
Adriana's Point of View Doctor Samuel and I waited anxiously at Daemon's bedside; our concern was definitely etched across Samuel's face and no doubt mine. We knew Perry and Delilah's arrival was vital, as Samuel had an idea to discuss with them. Although Daemon's blood showed that the wolf's bane had gone from his system, I was beginning to suspect that some other form of poison still lingered in his bloodstream. My mind raced, contemplating what idea Samuel had come up with. I wasn't going to ask any questions until Perry and Delilah arrived since I doubted that Samuel wanted to repeat explaining his ideas. Finally, Perry and Delilah arrived, their presence bringing me the much-needed explanation. Samuel wasted no time explaining his concerns about a lingering poison and his proposed solution. He feared that Daemon's blood remained tainted and wondered if a transfusion could combat whatever was still there. "What do his blood tests tell you?" asked Perry. "It tells me that the
Adriana's Point of View It had been a long and arduous week so far, and there had been no signs of improvement in Daemon's condition. I was exhausted. Every day I made time to visit the Medical Centre to spend at least an hour with Daemon. I preferred to spend more, but sometimes Luna and mother's duties made that problematic. I had wondered about bringing the twins here. Maybe hearing them would help. Next time I would. Doctor Samuel had been candid about the recovery process, cautioning that it could be a slow and unpredictable journey. Still, each passing day seemed to stretch endlessly, and the hope that had initially buoyed my spirits was now waning. With the thought of continuing life without my mate, I found myself spiralling down an emotional abyss, consumed by feelings of despair and uncertainty. The only thing that kept me going at the moment was spending time with the twins. They were a precious gift, a living testament to the love Daemon and I had once shared. Their in
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
Marc's Point of ViewThe day and a half since Lucienne’s abduction had been the longest of my life. Every moment stretched like an eternity, the bond Cole and I shared with her still present but muted. Every attempt to reach her through the mind-link was met with silence. It was maddening. Cassius, my Lycan, prowled restlessly within me, his frustration mirroring my own. We were helpless, and it was tearing us apart.King Daemon and Queen Adriana had been our anchors through the chaos. King Daemon, in particular, had taken us aside, his voice heavy with a mixture of pain and understanding. “I know what you’re going through,” he said. “When Adriana was taken years ago, I thought I’d lose my mind. But rushing in blind only makes it worse. You have to trust the process. You have to trust her.”Trust. The word felt hollow when my mate was out there, suffering. But his experience was hard to ignore. Adriana had been sitting beside him, her gaze fierce yet compassionate as she nodded in agr
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C