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
Adriana’s Point of View After being at Half-Moon Pack for a little over two weeks, I was glad to be home, even if it was for only a week before we left to go to the Red Devil Pack. Again, we would be leaving Maye to look after the twins until we were sure they wouldn't be in danger. I was not looking forward to the trip. From what Perry and Sebastian told me, it would be more complex and challenging than the Half-Moon Pack. Rikard may have been a lousy Alpha, but he didn't involve his Beta or Gamma in his plans, which simplified things. At least Half-Moon had someone who could take up the leadership mantle. The Red Devil Pack, however... We travelled to the Red Devil Pack with the same team as Half-Moon Pack. Wilson and Perry swapped vehicles this time, as Perry wanted to discuss what had happened so far. "The Council Representative on site will be Roger," said Perry. "There will be twice as many Council warriors to enforce rules there as in Half-Moon." "Is it that bad?" I asked.
Daemon’s Point of View Finally, we were back home. While it had only been a little less than a month and a half, it felt closer to a year. Half of the time had been spent away from the twins, and that was the most challenging part of it for both Adriana and me. Despite all of this, Adriana had been developing as the future Queen. This trip away had polished her leadership skills, and she had embraced her responsibilities with confidence. I couldn't have been prouder of her growth and determination. We had left the pack late afternoon, so it was post-dinner time when we arrived. As we stepped into our familiar home, Adam, our parents and my sister were there to greet us. More likely, my mother was waiting to see the twins. She had been here supervising Maye when we couldn't have them with us. Hopefully, we wouldn't have to leave them again until they were older. At least during this trip, we had been able to have them with us some of the time, though we were always on edge when they
Adriana’s Point of View Daemon and I came down for breakfast after feeding the twins. Shortly, we would be having a meeting with Tyler, Sebastian, and Perry. Even though Tyler was Daemon's Beta, he still had to be kept in the loop, as whatever we discussed would no doubt affect the pack. On our agenda today, the main topic was my coronation, and the next major point was alterations to the packhouse. Perry mentioned that he wanted to discuss finances and investments in order to keep the monarchy running. I could feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. As we settled at the empty breakfast table, Daemon and I took a moment to enjoy the rare peace of just the four of us in our busy lives. We both knew the calm wouldn't last long, for the upcoming meeting held essential decisions that would shape our lives and the entire pack's future. For a short time, we could pretend that we were just parents. Since the twins were now sitting independently, they could now sit at the table
Daemon's Point of View Over the next week, all of us were preparing to move to the Silver Wolf packhouse. Before that could happen, we needed to take a trip to see the house. Only Tyler, Perry, some of the Royal Guards, and Adriana had seen it so far. On the trip over there, I was trying not to feel overly sensitive about everything. I still held on to the guilt of rejecting Adriana while under the blood witch's spell. Since Adriana could feel strong emotions through our mate link, she put her hand over mine as a calming gesture. Driving up to the packhouse, I was surprised by its immense size. When I was here to rescue Adriana almost a year ago, I had seen how big it was, but it hadn't registered just how large it was. It put our little packhouse to shame. The packhouse was no longer dilapidated and had undergone a magnificent transformation. On the outside, intricate stonework was meticulously laid brick by brick, forming a foundation that exuded durability and resilience. Grace
Adriana’s Point of View "I can't get over how big this place is," remarked Adam as we entered the Silver Wolf packhouse. "It is quite regal," added Charlotte. "From what Alana told me, all the single pack members used to live in the packhouse," I responded. Alana had recounted as much as she knew about my mother's pack. The very things I wished I could ask my mother about. "It was a reasonable size pack, then?" Adam asked. "It was, but there wasn't a panic room, so there was nowhere to hide when the rogues attacked," I answered, "but there is one now, fully stocked even." I couldn't help but reflect on how my life would have been different if there had been a panic room big enough for the pack to hide. If they had been able to contact Mitchell and Alana in time, the pack might have survived. Then, my mother and father would probably still be alive, and I would still be mated to Daemon. So many what-ifs crashed down on me like waves. Pushing aside my swirling emotions, I engaged
Adriana’s Point of View It was late afternoon when the Council of Alpha's warriors arrived at our new pack house. Tyler and Daemon had been working on housing them. Luckily, pack members opened their homes to the warriors, though there would be plenty of new builds happening, and most of it would be on the new land. Surrounding the pack house at intervals, the Royal Guards stood to attention like sentinels of unwavering loyalty. Clad in their regal armour, their presence was a formidable reminder of the protection that encircled the heart of our pack. However, it also reminded me that they needed upgraded uniforms made of toughened material. If they were protecting me, I wanted them as protected as possible. The idea that they would give their lives for mine made me determined to ensure their safety in every possible way. As the realisation settled that these guards were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for me, a surge of responsibility coursed through my veins. I knew that t
Adriana’s Point of View The day of the coronation came quickly. By now, the Alphas of every pack under the Council of Alpha's jurisdiction had been informed of the new Lycan Queen. Perry, Tyler, Daemon and I had worked tirelessly to organise accommodation for all Alphas and their entourages coming to the coronation. We managed to secure enough spaces for every Alpha and their entourage, ensuring that each shifter would have a comfortable place to stay during the coronation. All those Alphas who had treaties with Daemon would be housed in the new pack house, and some would be housed in the old pack house and nearby cabins. Others would be accommodated in human hotels and motels close by. I was totally in awe of Tyler and Perry's organisational skills. There were a few representatives of other shifter species coming as well. They were also to be housed with us. We were unsure how the wolves would take to them, and we wanted to keep them safe. As the ceremony preparations were underwa
Well, that one's finished. There is more to come in the series, along with some of the smaller stories, which are exceptionally important. Of the five major books in the series, there is only one left when Cedric goes looking for his mate. Of the smaller ones like Dragon Princess, there are another 4 that come before the 5th book. Like Dragon Princess, these 3 come before Book 4. I just haven't written the smaller ones in order.- Into the Light- A Love eternal- My Omega, My Mate The smaller book that comes between Books 4 and 5 is called Redemption, and it follows Michaela's journey. >>>>When I finished writing Book 4, I started rewriting Book 1 to make it better. It will be made available on May 1st on A****n. Although there is a remarkable difference in the number of words (37,000), there were no plot changes. I am currently rewriting Book 2, and there are minute changes to the plot. Things I wished I put in there after I had already started publishing. Once I've finished re
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp and filled with the gentle hum of conversation as the dining hall came alive. It was the day of farewells, and though my heart felt heavy at the thought of parting from my family and friends, the love and laughter filling the room helped to keep the sadness at bay.The large oak table was laden with food—platters of eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and jugs of juice and coffee. My mates, Marc and Cole, sat on either side of me, their presence grounding me.I glanced around the room, engraving every detail into my memory, knowing these moments would sustain me in the months ahead. My parents sat at the head of the table with their usual regal poise, though the warmth in their gazes betrayed their pride and love. My mother’s hand rested gently on my father’s, a gesture of the eternal love they shared.My siblings surrounded them, each one a piece of my heart I would carry with me. My twin and other half, Cedric, ever the leader, wore
Point of ViewI released him, only to pick up where I left off. Soon enough, they were both naked, their bodies crafted to perfection by the Moon Goddess. I watched with pure satisfaction as Cole stroked himself. Marc bent me forward before kneeling down to worship my dripping pussy. My face was now level with the object of my desire—Cole's engorged shaft.Pre-cum formed on the tip, enticing me. My tongue flicked the tip, tasting him. The rich, smooth taste of chocolate contrasted with the sweet taste of orange. My favourite. Cole groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.My hips bucked instinctively when Marc buried his face between my thighs, his expert tongue finding that sweet spot I'd missed so much. He lapped at me with increasing fervour, bringing me to the brink and then backing off, prolonging the delicious agony.As he slid two lubed fingers inside my back hole, curling them upwards towards my G-spot, a sound slipped out of me before I could sto
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe air buzzed with anticipation as the pack gathered beneath the silver glow of the half-moon. The courtyard of the pack house had been transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty—magical Fae lights draped from the trees thanks to Aunty Avril and Aunty Alise, their glow soft and warm against the deepening twilight. The scent of fresh roses and lilacs filled the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy scent of the forest.Tonight, I would become the heart of the Howling Moon Pack, their Luna. My heart raced as I glanced around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and family, along with some of the pack members I had met. Most were warriors, but since I encouraged everyone to train, I was coming to know all of them.My parents stood near the front of the gathered crowd, regal and proud. My father would preside over the ceremony, a rare and significant honour. Beside him, my mother, looking every bit the Queen she was, offered me a soft, reassuring smile.O
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe faint scent of jasmine and lavender lingered in the room as I finished my morning counselling session with Dr. Simeon. The discussions were helping more than I had expected. Though the wounds were far from healed, they didn’t feel as raw as before. Dr. Simeon’s steady presence and gentle insights were like a balm to my battered soul.After our session, I made my way to the pack house’s office, where Marc and Cole were waiting. Their bond with me had only grown stronger in the past few days. They were incredibly supportive, often attending sessions with Dr. Simeon to better understand how to help me. Their patience and steady reassurance made me feel like I wasn’t facing this alone.Although we hadn’t had sex since coming back, I slept next to them every night. I felt I was ready to take our relationship to the next phase towards normality. One of those was leading the pack.“I think Annabelle would make an excellent temporary Gamma,” I said, taking a seat
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as I made my way to the pack house dining room. My conversation with Marc and Cole last night had settled some of my nerves, but the weight of everything I’d endured still pressed heavily on my chest. I tried to push it aside, to focus on the warmth of their steady presence beside me, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same point: I couldn’t keep bottling everything up.I needed to talk to my mother. As a child, there were times when only a mother’s hug and gentle words would fix everything. I found her sitting on a reading bench in the main room.“Lucienne,” she said, her voice warm yet carrying the natural authority she wielded effortlessly. She gestured for me to sit across from her. “I was just about to have some coffee. Would you care to join me?”I settled into the seat beside her, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from her cup. “Coffee sounds good,” I replied, though my voice
Marc’s Point of ViewThe room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the space, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, like the calm before a storm. Cole sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tension palpable even in the subdued light. I stood near the dresser, absently folding the shirt I had discarded earlier, my eyes fixed on Lucienne. She stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared into the night.My fingers moved methodically, smoothing out the fabric of the shirt, creasing it along lines I didn’t care about but couldn’t stop obsessing over. Fold the sleeve inward. Match the edges perfectly. Smooth again. The shirt had already been folded three times, but it gave my hands something to do, a way to release the restlessness building in my chest.Cassius was pacing in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my every thought. “Comfort her. Go to her. Hold her.” H
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