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
Daemon’s Point of View As the days went on after the coronation, I found myself mulling over the prospect of being crowned Royal Consort. I couldn't shake off my dissatisfaction with the title, grumbling about it under my breath. Despite my reservations, I recognised the importance of this role and the responsibilities that came with it. "Daemon, I can tell you are frustrated, but what is the actual problem?" Adriana asked over mind-link so the others wouldn't hear. "I am an Alpha," I fumed. "Royal Consort doesn't sound like a step up or even a step sideways." "Are you disappointed that I outrank you?" She asked, and I sensed her emotions fluctuate. "No," I grumped, "I just like my title of Alpha." I was feeling sorry for myself, and I had no reason to feel this way. Adriana had accepted me back As mate, despite me rejecting her. I was lucky to even be with her still, so when I felt her emotions while she talked to me, I realised that I would do anything to make her happy. Even i
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