Daemon’s Point of View All the pack lands had been magically fortified against Kree and any blood witches working with her. I was glad that Perry, Delilah, Amiria and Pania, the other witches who were introduced to us once they had finished fortifying the borders, were staying here. Keeping Adriana safe was paramount, not just because she was possibly the last royal remaining. I honestly don't know how things would change if it was proven that she is royalty. Part of me was feeling guilty because I was hoping that she wasn't. I wouldn't love her any less, but it would make life just that little bit easier for us if she were a regular shifter. Of course, she wasn't, as she was part Fae. One look in her eyes told that truth. Along with trying to see if Adriana was a Lycan, I was feeling a little ignored. She was absolutely exhausted every night and would fall asleep straight afterwards. I decided to go and speak to Delilah before this evening in hopes that she would help me get Adrian
Adriana’s Point of View Noises from the baby monitor roused me from sleep, proclaiming their hunger. While I had fallen asleep from exhaustion again last night, it was a different kind. Remembering last night's events brought a smile to my face. Daemon had been so gentle in his lovemaking, not that he was rough usually. It's just that this time had been more sensual and loving. Obviously, Daemon was also exhausted because he didn't wake up. I got up to heat the bottles for the twins by myself. I would have to express more milk afterwards, but there was enough for now. Both babies were changed first, and then, sitting the twins in their recliners, I was able to feed them simultaneously. While I was doing that, Daemon came in. "Did I wake you?" I asked. "No," he answered. "It was more that you weren't in bed beside me that woke me up." Daemon took over feeding one of them, meaning they could be picked up and held. I could spend hours staring in wonder at my two little boys. They we
Daemon's Point of View With all of the discussion about Adriana shifting into a Lycan, I found myself feeling worried that she would move on with her life and leave me behind. She must have sensed my uncertainty through our mate bond because she mind-linked me, "Nothing's going to change in terms of our relationship. You are and will always be my mate, no matter what. I love you to the moon and back." This made me feel much better. Originally, Adriana had been nervous and worried about our relationship, and it was me trying to settle her mind. Now it was me. Maybe it was payback for all the problems I put her through in the beginning. I refocused back on the conversation between Delilah, Perry and Adriana. Adriana was explaining what she'd been doing and what had been happening. "It sounds like it might possibly be working," said Delilah. "Definitely sounds like something is happening that is not part of your normal shift," concluded Perry. The general consensus was that we woul
Adriana's Point of View"Right! Show me what you can do," announced Delilah. Amiria and Pania will measure the atmosphere to see what power is being released, if any. Perry will note any minor changes that are not normal for shifters.""What are you going to do?" I asked with a grin, wondering if she would just watch."I am just going to observe you," answered Delilah with a smirk.Yep. She was just going to watch.I stood in the clearing, willing my mind to calm and settle. Focusing on my breathing, I took slow, deep breaths to steady myself. As a shifter, I could manipulate and transform into different forms, channelling the energies of nature and the elements around me. But today, I would have to push my limits. Again.
Daemon's Point of ViewThe night before, I rang Luna Restaurant to make a booking for dinner. Given that the restaurant was still open at that time, securing our table was no issue. He only booked it for pack leaders, and neither Tyler, Adam, nor our families had made a booking.The staff were well aware of our status, and thanks to James, there was a secluded table away from others that gave us a view of everyone and the stage. He had done this, so we could talk in peace without the possibility of being overheard by humans who knew nothing about us.I was looking forward to a relaxing and enjoyable dinner with Adriana, just the two of us. I absolutely loved the twins and couldn't imagine not having them with us, but I also missed the alone time we had before they were born.After breakfast,
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I returned to the pack lands after their delightful evening at Luna Restaurant, eager to reunite with our pack and ensure the safety of our family and pack members. As we entered the familiar territory, the atmosphere buzzed with a sense of urgency and determination. The tension in the air was palpable, indicating that the battle on the border was escalating. The packhouse was the first destination, as Daemon wanted to ensure the safety of the twins and me. Waiting there were Tyler, Perry and the three witches. "Perry, I need your assistance," Daemon said, his voice laced with concern as he addressed the group. "I have to join the fight on the border, but I can't leave Adriana and the twins alone. Can you ensure their safety?" Perry nodded, "Alpha, you can count on me. I'll make sure Adriana and the twins are well-guarded. Delilah and Amiria are ready to protect them with their magic. Pania and I will join you. I feel this sudden attack has nothin
Adriana's Point of View Through my mate and the pack link, I felt the battle unfold from the safety of the packhouse. Every action, clash and howl took had my heart pounding. My instincts urged me to be out there with Daemon and the others, fighting to protect our pack. But I knew my place was here, ensuring the safety of our pups and supporting our warriors from a distance. In other words, being a Luna. As I held our twins close, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and pride. Fear for the dangers Daemon and the others faced and pride for their unwavering bravery and determination. I trusted their abilities and knew they would give everything they had to defend our pack. It felt like hours had passed, but the clock had a different story. I longed for news of Daemon's safety, yearning for his return. Delilah and Amiria continued to monitor the protective spells around the packhouse, their dedication evident in their focused expressions. "Thank you, both of you, for making me
Adriana's Point of View Between the shower and our bed, Daemon and I shared moments of intimacy and ecstasy. Our bodies intertwined and synchronized, creating a symphony of passion and desire. First, the water cascaded over us in the shower, heightening our senses and adding a sensual rhythm to our movements. Each touch and caress sent electric waves of pleasure through our beings, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity only we could understand. I moaned softly into Daemon's lips as the passion between us intensified. It wasn't long before I felt myself coming apart. "Daemon!" I moaned again as waves of pleasure surged through my body, overwhelming my senses as I surrendered to the blissful release that awaited. The waves of my orgasm
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos
Lucienne's Point of ViewShaking my head, I couldn’t believe she couldn’t put two and two together to make four. My father had already told them I was his daughter the first time Elizabeth threatened me. It wasn’t hard to make the connection that if my mother and father were Lycans, I must be one too.Beatrice shook her head, her trembling intensifying. I guess she was that stupid. Her head sank into her hands, her muttering turning into unintelligible whimpers. Her disbelief and humiliation were all too much for her fragile ego to handle. Despite wanting Eric rather than my mates, she had built her entire life’s plan on lies and half-truths fed to her by Elizabeth. And now it was crumbling before her eyes.Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned my attention to Dwayne, who had managed to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes darting between me and Beatrice. There was no fight left in him, no bravado. Just a growing, s
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe sheer arrogance of my captors. They thought they had me trapped, powerless. Fools.Now, Elizabeth and Rodney sat in the corner of the cell I had once inhabited, their faces pale as they realised they were trapped. Their façade of control had crumbled, and seeing the fear in their eyes was almost pitiful. They wouldn't escape justice. Not this time.For now, though, my focus was on someone else-Beatrice.Her betrayal wasn't personal. It didn't sting, nor did it matter enough to hurt.Beatrice was simply another obstacle to remove, a loose end to tie up. However, like Elizabeth, she was an instigator in my abduction. Beatrice was about to learn that actions had consequences, and I intended to ensure she faced them.Elizabeth's voice, shrill and panicked, broke through my thoughts. "You won't get out of here alive, Lucienne. Upstairs is full of rogues. By the time Marc and Cole get here, you'll die!"I smiled coldly. Well, as much of a smile as I could in Lyc
Rodney's Point of ViewHer gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened, her defiance burning brighter. I could feel the tension in the air as Elizabeth stood next to me, the whip in her hand.“Give me the whip,” I demanded, telling Lucienne that I was going to show her mates exactly why they needed to reject her.Elizabeth refused despite me making it clear that I didn’t want her to do it—not that it mattered. She wasn’t going to listen. Elizabeth was determined to be the one to strike Lucienne, refusing to let me handle it.“Just don’t go so hard that you kill her,” I said.I wouldn't let Lucienne die—not like this. Elizabeth saw no issue with it.To her, Lucienne was just another obstacle to crush. She didn't understand that there was no way I was going to allow her to kill Lucienne. I would kill Elizabeth sooner than I had planned. I couldn't risk losing her, not when I was this close to getting what I wanted.I watched Lucienne’s face when Elizabeth told her that Marc and Cole we
Rodney's Point of ViewShe was perfect—every part of her. From the way her dark mahogany brown hair clung to her damp face to the fierce glint in her amethyst eyes, Lucienne was unlike anyone I had ever encountered. Even in this wretched, decrepit cell, she exuded an ethereal quality that only made me crave her more.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Those eyes—by the Goddess, they haunted me. That purple—the most striking, vivid shade I’d ever seen—was like a curse, binding me to her in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They seemed to pierce through me every time she dared to lift her gaze. They weren’t like the dull brown or washed-out blues I was used to seeing in Wolf-Shifters. No, they shimmered with an otherworldly depth, glowing faintly even in the dim light of the basement. I’d never seen anything like it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those eyes would look, gazing up at me… filled with submission.My obsession with her had grown from fascination to a consuming need. S
Lucienne's Point of ViewI had no idea what time it was. The thick, suffocating darkness of the warehouse seemed endless. When Beatrice had ordered Michaela upstairs, she’d deliberately switched off the only powered light, leaving me to eat in the dark. The cold seeped into my bones, the stale air heavy with the scent of mildew and iron.My body trembled from exhaustion and hunger; the pitiful scraps they fed me were barely enough to keep me conscious. Thankfully, I was just like a human still, which meant I didn’t need as much fuel to sustain me—but even so, I still longed for her strength, her presence, to return to me.Yet, amidst the weakness, I could feel a faint shift—a flicker of hope. The activated charcoal was working, slowly but surely purging the wolfsbane from my system. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stoke a fragile fire within me.Curled into the corner of my cell, I clung to that flicker, willing myself to stay alert. My body was still weak and far from ready, but
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