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
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe day after my coronation, we were again setting up for another one. This time, Daemon was to be crowned my Royal Alpha Consort. As my Consort, he would be ruling over the combined Royal Pack, as well as Rikard and Brandon's packs.Grant and Roger had only been placed as temporary Alphas. Although, Daemon and I could change that ruling and make it permanent. At this stage, we wouldn't, as neither of them had any experience leading packs.During Daemon's coronation, it was decided that we would announce the combination of the Royal Pack and Daemon's dominion over the remaining two packs. Grant, Roger and the Council were behind this, as they felt it was essential to cement the power of the Monarchy in the other Alpha's mind."Are you sure this is what you want?" Daemon asked both Grant and Roger."Yes, Alpha," replied Grant. "I am of Beta blood. I am descended from a long line of Betas. Supporting my Alpha is what I was raised to do, and it is where I feel most
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe room where Elizabeth awaited her fate was dim and unwelcoming, its sparse furnishings and plain white walls starkly contrasting with the lavish surroundings she had once commanded as Luna. Two pack warriors stood guard at the door, their expressions unreadable but their stances alert. Inside, Elizabeth sat stiffly on a plain wooden chair, her back straight and her chin raised in defiance. Her once-impeccable appearance was fraying; her outfit was wrinkled, her hair slightly out of place, but her pride remained intact.When the door opened, Duncan entered first, followed closely by Daemon and me. Duncan’s face was set in a grim mask, though a flicker of pain crossed his features as his gaze met Elizabeth’s. She didn’t flinch, but her icy blue eyes narrowed, her lips curling into the faintest sneer.While I could just as easily adjudicate the proceedings, I was happy to let Daemon take control. “Elizabeth,” Daemon began, his voice cold and authoritative, “you
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe early morning light filtered through the grand windows of the packhouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors. I stood at the centre of the great hall, surveying the final preparations for Lucienne’s Luna ceremony. Stephanie had stepped up to help me organise it, along with the head Omega.I could hardly believe it. My darling daughter was having her Luna ceremony this evening. Every detail had been meticulously planned, and every flower arrangement and piece of decor was placed with precision. The Omegas bustled quietly, their movements efficient, their expressions glowing with pride.“Mum,” called Lucienne as she came down the stairs.“I’m glad you’re awake. Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.“Just about to,” she answered.After breakfast, I had planned for her to have a day of pampering. I was well aware of her aversion to most things feminine, but she had agreed to the spa treatment I had organised for her, Danielle, Annabelle and A
Adriana’s Point of ViewThe early morning light filtered through the grand windows of the packhouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors. I stood at the centre of the great hall, surveying the final preparations for Lucienne’s Luna ceremony. Stephanie had stepped up to help me organise it, along with the head Omega.I could hardly believe it. My darling daughter was having her Luna ceremony this evening. Every detail had been meticulously planned, and every flower arrangement and piece of decor was placed with precision. The Omegas bustled quietly, their movements efficient, their expressions glowing with pride.“Mum,” called Lucienne as she came down the stairs.“I’m glad you’re awake. Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.“Just about to,” she answered.After breakfast, I had planned for her to have a day of pampering. I was well aware of her aversion to most things feminine, but she had agreed to the spa treatment I had organised for her, Danielle, Annabelle and A
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe office was finally quiet, but the silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. The weight of everything that had just unfolded lingered in the air, pressing down on me as I sat between Marc and Cole. Their presence was steadying, but my thoughts churned with the complexities of what lay ahead.Marc’s voice broke through the stillness, soft yet insistent. “Lucienne.” His hand reached out, his touch grounding me. “We need to talk about what’s next.”I shifted my gaze to his, his piercing blue eyes steady and filled with concern. “I know,” I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “There’s no running from it now.”Cole leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his body coiled with protective tension. “We’ll protect you, Lucienne. No matter what happens, no one will touch you. Not Beatrice, not Elizabeth, not anyone.”I believed him. Truly, I did. His words resonated with the conviction I had come to trust. Offering them a faint smile, I let the s
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe tension in the room was almost unbearable as Jeremy leaned back in his chair, the altered photo now replaced with its original. He had a big smile on his face as he cast his monitor to the office TV screen. The air crackled with barely restrained anger, the collective rage of the Alphas, my parents, and Marc and Cole’s father filling the space.Marc’s jaw clenched as he glared at the unaltered image displayed on the screen. “Beatrice,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.Cole was less composed, slamming his fist against the table. “She dared to drag Lucienne into this—to humiliate her like this?”My father, King Daemon, was simmering, his powerful presence looming as he folded his arms. “The sheer audacity. This was not only an attack on our family but also on the future Luna.”Queen Adriana, calm but no less furious, turned to Jeremy. “Post the original photo on all pack social channels. Make it clear that Lucienne was the victim of this manipulation
Beatrice’s Point of ViewMy heart sank. I couldn’t believe my mother’s words. “Leave? But—”“There’s no other choice,” she snapped. “If you stay here, you’ll be locked up in the cells before sunrise. And don’t think for a second that I’ll sacrifice myself to save you.”Her words stung. Some mother she was, but I knew she was right. “Where am I supposed to go?”Elizabeth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if speaking to me was an unbearable chore. “There’s a rogue named Rodney. He was an associate of your father before he… met his unfortunate end. Rodney owes me a favour. He’ll help you—for a price.”I stared at her, stunned. “You expect me to run to some rogue and beg for help?”“You don’t have a choice,” she said coldly. “Rodney can get you out of the pack’s territory and keep you hidden. I’ve stashed money in several places—enough for you to buy his silence if necessary.”Elizabeth scribbled down an address and handed it to me. “Go there. Take the money, find Rodney, and sta
Beatrice’s Point of ViewThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in. Michaela’s pacing grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t show it. Not now. I needed to stay calm, composed, and in control. Even though my heart was pounding and my palms were clammy, I refused to let her see how badly things were falling apart.“Stop pacing,” I snapped, my voice sharper this time. Michaela froze mid-step, her wild eyes locking onto mine.“Do you even realise how screwed we are?” she hissed, her hands gesturing wildly. “That tech guy—James… Jeremy or whatever his name is—he’s exposed everything, Beatrice. Everything! They know it was fake. And now they’re talking about us all over the pack! We’re finished!”I rolled my eyes, masking the unease twisting in my gut. My hands itched to wring something—anything—to release the tension coiling in my body. “They don’t know anything for certain,” I said, forcing my voice into the cool, detached tone that always worked to keep Michaela in check. “Rumours
Lucienne’s Point of ViewI felt their stares long before I saw them. The weight of jealousy and resentment hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to press against my skin. It wasn’t hard to guess where it came from.Beatrice and Michaela.Their presence alone was enough to make the atmosphere shift, the air thick with their unspoken animosity. I could almost feel their eyes on me, sharp and judgmental, like knives slicing through the crowd. Every time I moved, I could sense their gaze following me, each glance laced with disdain.Beatrice’s was the worst. Her hatred was like a quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface, held back by the thinnest veil of civility. Her eyes, dark and calculating, constantly scanned me, looking for any weakness she could exploit. Michaela’s, on the other hand, was more evident in their venom. She didn’t try to hide her disgust, the sneer on her face ever-present, her body language tense with barely contained aggression.Michaela was pred
Beatrice's Point of ViewSitting in the corner of the grand hall, I felt the familiar heat of resentment burning in my chest, twisting and coiling like a venomous serpent. The festivities for Marc and Cole's Alpha ascension were in full swing, an endless parade of opulence and celebration. Laughter echoed through the cavernous space, the clinking of glasses blending with the rustle of silken gowns and sharp suits. But amidst all the luxury and grandeur, my focus was drawn to one thing, and one thing only: her.Lucienne.What was so special about her? My jaw tightened as I watched her glide through the crowd with ridiculous grace. She wasn't even beautiful. Too tall, too muscled, too… intimidating. That wasn't what a Luna should be. A Luna should be soft, delicate, someone who brings a sense of calm—not someone who commands the room like a damn soldier.The very sight of her made my blood boil. Dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, her presence was enough to draw every eye i