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
Adriana’s Point of View Daemon and I walked from the Medical Centre to the pack house, chatting about everything and nothing. "I think we should upgrade the Medical Centre to a pack hospital," I said. "We could talk to Tyler and Perry about what is needed to upgrade it," Daemon replied. The thought of upgrading reminded me of something I hadn't mentioned to Daemon. "Daemon, when the Royal Guards took a blood oath to protect me, the entire pack felt it. They became the Royal Pack, which means that every single member of this pack is stronger than all the rest." Daemon nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "That's a significant boost in our defences. That may also mean our bond isn't as broken as we thought." I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at his words. Of the many worries I had over the past month, wondering how Daemon would cope if it did turn out I was the next Queen was one of them. "We have an advantage that no other pack has," I said. "With this newfou
Lucienne's Point of ViewI woke to the soothing warmth of two strong arms wrapped protectively around me; my body cocooned between Marc and Cole. The steady rhythm of their breathing was a balm to my restless soul, a rare moment of tranquillity after the chaos of the last few days. For now, at least, the world outside could wait. The unspoken agreement between us was clear—just the comfort of presence, nothing more. Yet, as I lay there, watching the first golden rays of dawn seep through the edges of the heavy curtains, my mind churned with a storm of thoughts I couldn't quite silence.A faint tingling coursed through the marks on my neck, a physical echo of the bond we'd made the night before. I let my fingers drift over them absentmindedly, their presence grounding me while also stirring something deeper—a strange mix of vulnerability and unshakable strength. The connection hummed beneath my fingertips, a rope that bound us together in ways that words never could."What's going on i
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne's breath caught, her heartbeat quickening, but she didn't pull away. The world around them seemed to still, the quiet of the room amplifying the thrum of her pulse in her ears.Then, with an uncharacteristic yet wholly captivating hesitance, I leaned down. My lips met hers in a kiss so soft and unhurried that it felt like time had paused to savour the moment. The kiss was chaste, a gentle melding of lips that carried no urgency, only a silent promise.Lucienne moaned, her lips opening slightly. My cock harden, making my jeans tight. The moan nearly made me come in my pants. That was enough of an invitation for me to deepen the kiss—our tongues sparring.When I finally withdrew, my forehead rested lightly against hers, my breath mingling in the shared silence. I closed my eyes to focus on reducing my arousal. Lucienne's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling from the ghost of my touch, and for a moment, all the chaos and uncertainty in her world faded away
Marc's Point of View"What's your relationship with the Royal Family?" I asked, leaning towards Lucienne. I took note of the rare colour of her eyes. How could I have not noticed the stunning colour? It was the same as the Royal Family, but I had also noticed that two others in their entourage had the same shade of purple. There was another who had a deeper, darker purple.Suddenly, her eyes glazed over, and she was obviously mind-linking someone. I wondered who. I was an Alpha Wolf, and we were possessive creatures at best, and I had seen how close she was with Prince Cedric. I really hoped she wasn't in a relationship with him. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to be a nice guy, but I would hate him if she were with him."There's something you should know. About who I am," Lucienne stated. "I am here with my parents and twin brother, Cedric.""Cedric. As in… Crown Prince Cedric?" asked Cole, to which Lucienne nodded. "That makes you. I mean… Your Highness?""Stop right there!"
Daemon's Point of ViewWatching Lucienne ascend the stairs with Marc and Cole, I felt a pang of bittersweet pride settle in my chest. My little girl—my eldest daughter—was nineteen and all grown up. She moved with the grace of a warrior and the quiet confidence of someone who knew her worth. It struck me how much she resembled her mother—the same striking features, the same fire in her eyes.Adriana, standing beside me, seemed to sense my thoughts. She slipped her hand into mine, her touch warm and grounding. "She's everything we hoped she would be," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion."She is," I replied, my eyes still on the staircase where Lucienne had disappeared moments before. "It feels like just yesterday she was running around the house, training with Cedric, declaring she'd never wear a dress."Adriana chuckled, her laugh like music to my ears. "And now she's wearing heels and dresses but still commanding armies and winning trials."I couldn't help but smile. "She'
Lucienne's Point of ViewMarc's expression softened. "Why did you decide to become a warrior?"I smiled, the memory warming me. "It started when I was about six. I used to watch the warriors train and try to mimic their movements. At the time, it looked like an exotic dance to me. By the age of ten, I was training daily."Cole grinned. "And now you're the best of the best?""I wouldn't say that," I said modestly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I work hard."Marc and Cole were seated on either side of me on the sprawling leather couch, their focus unwavering. Their attention made me feel both seen and scrutinised, but I pressed on, knowing they genuinely wanted to know more about me."Two weeks before I came here, I competed in the warrior trials," I continued, my tone steady, though a flicker of pride crept into my voice. "It's an intense competition. This time, it was designed to find the next Royal Gamma."Marc's brows lifted, and Cole leaned forward, resting his elbow
Lucienne's Point of ViewWe were back in the twins' suite of rooms, and I took a moment to soak in the space. It was undeniably warm and inviting, with a balance of rustic masculinity and understated charm that spoke volumes about Marc and Cole's personalities. The fact that it fitted with mine just made it all the better.The walls were painted in a deep slate grey, accented with dark wood panelling that added a touch of elegance. Soft lighting from strategically placed lamps gave the space a cosy glow, and thick curtains in a rich, earthy tone framed the windows, offering both privacy and a sense of comfort.The sprawling couch in the centre of the living area immediately caught my attention. Its dark leather looked well-worn but not shabby as if it had seen its share of long conversations and quiet moments. A plush, woven throw was draped over one arm, and a few mismatched pillows gave it a more relaxed feel. The scent of cedarwood filled the air, mingling with something distinctly
Lucienne's Point of ViewStaying at the packhouse had been the right call. Alpha Duncan's suggestion, though somewhat unexpected, made sense now that I was here. Getting to know Marc and Cole better felt necessary, especially with how things had changed lately. After all, not had I found my mates—two of them; Danielle had confided in me earlier that Eric insisted on spending time with her after he had claimed her as his mate in public—in front of Beatrice even. It had been heartwarming to see her so happy.When I'd assessed the warriors earlier in the day, she had been there with Eric, quietly glowing in his presence. Later, she told me everything—that Eric had denied ever being involved with Beatrice. He said he couldn't stand her but tolerated her because she was Marc and Cole's step-sister. She'd always hung around and had come on to him. He thought she'd stop once she found her destined mate, but he didn't expect she would actually come between him and his mate.Danielle told me t
Duncan's Point of ViewI had never seen anything like her.As Lucienne stood tall, her wolf towering over the other warriors, I couldn't shake the feeling. It wasn't just her size or the raw power she exuded—though both were unlike anything I'd seen before in our pack. Her aura, a dominance that saturated the room and left every shifter in the space, including my sons, captivated and slightly awed.There was no denying it now. The white fur, the piercing amethyst eyes, and the sheer size of her wolf… she was a Lycan and the daughter of King Daemon and Queen Adriana. How could anyone think otherwise or not even make the connection?Given her bearing and strength, I'd already suspected as much, but witnessing her wolf was another thing entirely. This wasn't the kind of power that could be taught or inherited lightly. It felt like it was ancient, almost primal, a presence that made everyone else's wolves seem small.I chose to keep that startling revelation to myself, knowing that sharin
Lucienne's Point of ViewI took down the three warriors effortlessly, including their Gamma, who put up a decent fight but was ultimately no match for me. He would have been their top fighter, except maybe the Alphas, but he didn't have my training. It might have been a tad unfair since I wasn't a Wolf-Shifter like them, but they needed a reality check.As they rose to their feet, dusting themselves off, the humiliation was unmistakable in their expressions. Their eyes avoided mine, and their jaws clenched with the sting of defeat. The fact that a female had beaten them only deepened the shame and disgust written on their faces. Clearly, this wasn't something they'd soon forget—or forgive."Let me handle this," my father's calm yet commanding voice echoed through our mind-link. He had noticed the intense, uneasy look the warriors were casting in my direction—a mixture of shock, resentment, and bruised pride. His tone carried the subtle authority that had always made him such a respect