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
Adriana’s Point of View Daemon's voice quivered as he spoke, his gaze filled with a renewed determination, "We cannot waste any more time. Let's remark each other, ensuring that our connection remains intact. Our strength relies on it." I blushed at the suggestion. The last time we had made love was mere days before he rejected me. I wondered if I was ready for this level of intimacy yet, given that I was still hurting. "Daemon," I murmured, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. "Let's talk about this privately. Later." "Perry, before we go," I said. "What are the legal requirements for executing the prisoners?" "The Council of Alphas are sending a new representative to liaise with you. They will undoubtedly want to hear the evidence for themselves since it involves an Alpha and his daughter." I remembered that Perry was here originally to investigate Daemon for killing Alpha Brandon. Delilah had been able to supply the Council, via magic, with the proof they needed, so Daemo
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
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe dim light flickered weakly outside my cell, casting jagged shadows on the walls. I inhaled deeply, searching for clues, but my surroundings offered little more than damp air and the acrid tang of rust. Still, faint and fleeting beneath it all, I caught a scent that made my pulse quicken.It was subtle, just a thread woven through the murk of mildew and stone—a sharp, bitter aroma tinged with something earthy. My senses struggled to place it entirely, dulled as they were by hunger and wolfsbane. But I’d know that scent anywhere: witchcraft.This wasn’t like the warm, herbal scent of Aunt Delilah, the liaison between the Royal Family and the Witch’s Council. She wasn’t really my aunt, but that was what we called Alice’s mum. Delilah’s magic smelled of rosemary and lavender, soft and soothing, a presence that felt like home. This was different—harsh, acrid, and wrong. It clawed at my senses, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth.A rogue witch, maybe. Or wo
Lucienne's Point of ViewWhen I opened my eyes, dim light greeted me—weak and distant, barely illuminating the space. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing at the base of my skull, and the cold, damp air bit into my skin like icy needles.I shifted slightly, trying to orient myself, only to feel the sharp tug of iron biting into my wrists. My arms were outstretched, pulled taut by heavy chains fastened to the walls on either side of me, leaving me in an awkward, uncomfortable sitting position on the hard stone floor.The light source was far away, casting faint shadows across the cell and doing little to push back the gloom. It was just enough for me to make out my surroundings—bare, unwelcoming, and suffused with the oppressive weight of captivity. The dim glow created more questions than answers, each corner of the cell cloaked in an eerie half-light that left me straining to see.For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. The air reeked of mildew, blood, and something
Duncan's Point of ViewThe sharp, acrid tang of blood hit my nose the moment I stepped into the prison's lower levels. The cold stone walls seemed to amplify the metallic scent, and I clenched my jaw as I surveyed the carnage. Two guards lay lifeless on the floor, their throats torn open with brutal efficiency. Blood pooled beneath their bodies, soaking into the cracks of the stone. Six guards flanked me, their faces pale but their stances resolute. While they knew death was a possibility, it was a risk they had long accepted as part of their duty. Their determination radiated in the unyielding set of their jaws, ready to uphold the pack's safety, no matter the cost. While fear lingered in their eyes, it was drowned out by their loyalty, which made them march forward into the unknown without hesitation."Spread out," I barked, my voice cutting through the tense silence and echoing down the cold, dimly lit corridor. "Check every cell, every corner. I want answers—find out how this hap