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
Daemon’s Point of View I felt invigorated now that the bond between Adriana and me was fully connected again. Theo was finally communicating with me again, letting me know in no uncertain terms how he felt about rejecting our mate. While Theo understood on one level why it had happened, he couldn't fully understand why I couldn't stop myself from rejecting her, so he was angry. It would take time for him to get over it. Over the next few days, I made a concerted effort to bridge the gap between Theo and myself. I approached him with empathy, acknowledging the pain I had caused him by rejecting our mate, Adriana. I explained how blood magic controlled my actions rather than being a true reflection of my emotions. Theo listened, his anger slowly giving way to a glimmer of understanding. He eventually realised that this was a complex situation. We spent time talking, sharing our thoughts and emotions, gradually rebuilding the trust that had been shaken. I thought spending more time wit
Daemon’s Point of View "I believe it would be entirely possible for that to work, but our priority is the Queen and her heirs and to you as Royal Consort, to a lesser degree. No pack law could override that directive." Adriana had asked her Captain if she and the other Royal Guards would join our pack. Charlotte had an excellent point; Adriana and our pups would be the focus of the Guards. As the Alpha of my pack, they wouldn't necessarily submit to me. Was that necessarily a bad idea? As I contemplated the situation, I realised that having the Royal Guards in our pack could be advantageous. They were highly skilled and experienced warriors, and their presence would strengthen our already formidable pack. While they might not submit to me as their Alpha, they would respect and follow my leadership, knowing our ultimate goal was to protect the Queen and her heirs. But there was another side to this decision. If the Guards joined our pack, they could also bring their own traditions a
Perry’s Point of View A Week Later Since Adriana had made me her Royal Beta, I had never been busier. The first thing I did was contact Sebastian, who was my colleague on the Council of Alphas. I hoped to persuade him to take over from me as Liaison to the Crown. Sebastian and I had been good friends for years, ever since we first met while training to become Alphas. He was a strong, determined alpha with a keen sense of justice, making him the perfect candidate to fill the role of Liaison. With permission from Alpha Daemon, I set up a lunch meeting with Sebastian at a small café in the heart of the Black Wolf Pack village. It wasn't really that small a village when I thought about it. There were paved streets with a couple of cafés, some dress and shoe stores, a grocery store, and various others, including a library. In the centre, there was even a well-kept park. As I walked into the café, I spotted Sebastian sitting at a table near the window, engrossed in a book. He looked up
Sebastian’s Point of View Adriana's smile widened, and she extended her hand towards me. "Welcome to the Royal Pack, Sebastian. Undoubtedly, you will be an invaluable intermediary between the Council and us." I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity surge through me. At that moment, I truly understood why Perry had chosen to follow her. Adriana possessed a charisma and aura that was impossible to resist. She was destined to lead, and I was honoured to be a part of her journey. As we released our handshake, a sense of purpose settled over me. I was ready to embrace my new role, support Adriana, and protect her pack. Was this what Perry had felt when he met her? Or was it since she had shifted to Lycan? Adriana continued, "I think the next step is to meet Daemon. He is on his way and will be here shortly. He was just discussing training logistics, combining the Royal Guard and our warriors. Considering the Royal Guards had only been formed six weeks ago and had never trained or
Daemon’s Point of View "Perhaps it's time we paid a visit to Alpha Rikard," I suggested to Sebastian. I was angry about this whole debacle and wanted to kill Rikard and his daughter. How dare they come between me and my mate! Both Rikard and his daughter Melinda were associated with the blood witch, Kree. It was entirely possible they had knowledge that could lead us straight to her. I was determined to do whatever it took to get that information. As for that fucking kitchen Omega... According to Adriana, Diana knew nothing. She was just the person who facilitated giving me the potion. I would deal with her as part of pack justice, which would involve her death. "You have not questioned them yet?" Sebastian asked. Adriana was also angry and interjected," I questioned them originally to determine what part they played in forcing Daemon to reject me, but I have not interrogated them further. I decided to let them rot in the cells for a while." At Perry's suggestion, we gathered De
Daemon’s Point of View Neither Rikard nor Melinda knew Kree's location since she no longer resided with their pack. No doubt, Kree had run as soon as she realised her plan to get Adriana had failed. It had finally dawned on them that they had outlived their usefulness. After questioning Rikard and Melinda while they were under the control of Adriana, Sebastian took a deep breath before finally addressing the prisoners. "Rikard, Melinda, you have been found guilty of betraying our pack and aiding a blood witch. Not only that, you came between fated mates, which is against the laws decreed by the Council of Alphas. Since one of the intended victims was the Lycan Queen, your actions are now considered treasonous," he announced. "The punishment for such treason is death." A momentary silence filled the room as the weight of those words hung in the air. Rikard and Melinda exchanged a glance, their stubbornness momentarily replaced by fear. Then they started screaming and yelling. As th
Adriana’s Point of View Daemon and I had spent the last two days in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to cherish every moment we had with the twins. They were the light in our lives, and we couldn't bear the thought of leaving them behind. But deep down, we knew it was the right decision. Their safety was our priority, and bringing them into the unknown dangers we were about to face would only put them at risk We were becoming no strangers to the dangers that seemed to lurk in the shadows. Despite their being Council members and warriors at the two packs we would be going to, we were still uncertain as to what would await us. After all, I had inadvertently caused the deaths of two Alphas, creating a volatile situation that would undoubtedly follow us wherever we went. Would the remaining pack members harbour resentment towards me? I had no idea what the other pack members had been told. Did they know their Alphas were breaking Council laws while attempting to subvert another pack? As
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