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
Adriana’s Point of View After bringing the Royal Guard to the packhouse, Tyler organised their accommodations into small cottages nearby. While the guards were getting organised and having a meal, Perry discussed with Delilah how the blood oath would go ahead. Once the guards had eaten, Perry gathered them together to discuss the various administrative details. As they delved into the logistics of leadership and scheduling, I listened attentively, knowing that the safety of our packhouse relied on well-organised and efficient pack warriors; therefore, the safety of my children and myself relied on a well-organised and efficient Royal Guard. Although not part of the discussion, I listened intently. The discussions revolved around determining who would assume leadership roles and how the guards would be assigned to different shifts. Expectations and responsibilities were outlined for both the guards and myself, as I held the dual positions of Luna and Queen. It was a lot to take in a
Adriana’s Point of View The air was crisp, carrying a sense of purpose and anticipation as I walked the short journey to the pack house. It was a spectacular morning sky. The sun cast a warm glow upon the pack house grounds. My first duty of the day was to meet with Adam, Tyler and Perry. "Luna," "My Queen." "Morning, gentlemen," I greeted them, my voice steady and laced with confidence. "What do we have planned for today?" "First of all, I wish you would reconsider living in your mother's house," said Tyler. "I know you didn't want to stay here because of what happened with Daemon, but hear me out. It would be closer to the Royal Guard and the office; regardless, you are our Luna." I shook my head at Tyler, saying, " I am not ready for that yet." I wanted to cut off that conversation at the head. Until such time that Daemon was awake and able to confirm or deny his rejection, I would not be moving back to the packhouse. Adam stepped forward with his commanding presence, exud
Adriana’s Point of View It was decided. The two top warriors, Charlotte and Richard, were going to fight. Neither Adam nor I told them they were fighting for the position of Captain of the Guard; we just informed them that, as the two top warriors, we wanted to see how well they did against each other. This was also not a fight to the death, nor would they be allowed to use weapons. "Fight well," I stated before Adam rang the bell for them to start. With hushed anticipation hanging in the air, Charlotte and Richard stepped into one of the training rings we had on the training grounds, ready to engage in a battle of pure skill and physical prowess. Surrounding them were the rest of the Royal Guard and our top warriors. The afternoon sun cast its warm glow on the open field, amplifying the seriousness of the moment. No weapons adorned their bodies, emphasising that this was a contest of hand-to-hand combat, a genuine test of their unarmed combat abilities. Charlotte and Richard face
Adriana’s Point of View In the following week or so, I divided my mornings between looking after the twins, spending time at Daemon's bedside, and dealing with Luna duties. However, Tyler thankfully did much of the work. In the afternoons, I spent time learning about the monarchy and discussing the upcoming coronation with Perry, and finally, training with my guards. Life was exhausting. I diligently engaged in the training sessions with my guards, pushing ourselves to new limits. It was vital as I needed to make sure I could defend myself, especially with Kree still out there. I didn't know how many packs she had managed to turn against me, but the Council of Alphas was out there investigating. A new liaison would be coming along soon to replace Perry. As the guards and I honed our skills, Adam observed our progress discerningly, noting how remarkably the guards' skills were developing. He marvelled at their dedication and expressed his admiration for the strides they had made. Th
Daemon’s Point of View What do you mean I can't go and find Adriana now?" I yelled at Tyler. "She is my mate, and I want to see her!" "I understand your frustration," Tyler said calmly, trying to diffuse the tension. "But until we are sure that all of the blood magic controlling you is gone, there is no way you are seeing Adriana. Tyler had recounted all the events leading up to Adriana's transformation into a Lycan. Apparently, she was a beautiful Lycan. Despite the description of Adriana's newfound beauty as a Lycan, I honestly couldn't care less at this stage. My focus remained solely on trying to get to her and the worry because I couldn't mind-link her or Theo. I was desperate to reach Adriana, longing to find out if she could possibly forgive me for what that fucking bitch, Melinda, had done to us. Until we had a chance to talk, I couldn't be sure if she had accepted my forced rejection or not. The hurt she experienced when Melinda kissed me added to the anguish I felt, leavi
Adriana’s Point of View "I am so sorry," Daemon said, almost in tears. "I tried so hard to fight against that bitch's demands, but I was weak, and I couldn't. I never wanted to reject you. That wasn't me. Please..." I raised my hand to stop Daemon from talking. This was what I had waited almost four weeks to hear. This was everything I wished for. I was still his mate and Luna, although I noticed he was a pale shade of his former self. Observing Daemon's physique, I noticed that his once muscular frame seemed to have diminished, his shoulders slumping, and his eyes lacking their usual spark. It was evident that the length of his comatose state and the burden of his actions had taken a toll on him. As soon as I entered the Daemon's room, Calliope informed me that she couldn't hear Theo. My heart had raced as I had listened to Calliope's words. I didn't know if Daemon could handle losing Theo. A strong Alpha required a strong wolf. Theo was one of the strongest. I had worried that t
Adriana’s Point of View I could feel my anger rising, so I continued, "Yes. It did physically hurt, and if you look in the mirror, you will see that the marks we gave each other have faded. Our bond was almost completely gone. I am lucky that the elders of the pack didn't kick me and the twins out. Thanks to Tyler and Mitchell, we were allowed to stay, although it is probably due to the fact that I am now Royalty that they wouldn't dare." I had just shouted at Daemon for something that really wasn't his fault. He looked taken aback by my outburst, his usually composed expression showing traces of hurt and confusion. "I am truly sorry," he said, his words carrying the weight of his remorse. "I failed to consider your perspective, and I deeply regret that." My anger began to subside, replaced by a pang of guilt. I knew Daemon well enough to understand that he genuinely cared about me. His actions were controlled by blood magic, which now had consequences. One of those was the hurt I