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 ViewI stood at the centre of the clearing, attempting to maintain as regal an air as possible. As Daemon walked towards me, we shared a knowing glance, a silent reassurance that everything would unfold as planned. Together, we began the altered and no longer age-old oath, with Daemon repeating the words that bound him to me as not only my Royal Consort but as my Alpha."Are you ready?" I mind-linked him.Nodding, Daemon began his oath of fealty to me."I, Daemon, Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, solemnly pledge my unwavering loyalty and devotion to you, my Queen, Adriana. As your Royal Alpha Consort, I stand by your side as your steadfast partner, ready to serve, protect, and uphold the honour of our pack and realm. I vow to cherish and support you, to share in both tri
Book 2: The Lost Princess - Ch. 55 LycansAdriana's Point of ViewAfter the grand coronation of the Royal Consort, Daemon and I slipped away from the celebration, seeking the solace of our private quarters. The air was thick with the lingering echoes of laughter and music, but within these four walls, it felt like a serene sanctuary. I drew him close, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. My fingers gently traced the contours of his back, gliding down the elegant curve of his spine until they settled on the softer roundness of his bottom.Daemon's hands rested on my back, his touch tender and reassuring. Yet, his eyes were closed, his mind seemingly adrift in a sea of contemplation. I, too, found myself lost in thought, reflecting on the beauty of the evening—how everything felt so magical and charged with possibility.With a playful smile dancing on my lips, I broke the comfortable silence, teasingly inquiring, "A penny for your thoughts?"He chuckled softly, his eyes flutterin
Adriana’s Point of ViewAfter a run in the forest together for the first time as Lycan, Daemon, and I shifted back to human form as we neared Perry and Tyler."Your majesties," gushed Perry as he bowed to us."I guess they are now," remarked Tyler. "So how is this going to work? Do I still call you Alpha?""I have no idea. We will make it up as we go along," shrugged Daemon."Let us get back inside and discuss this in your home office," said Perry.We walked back into the house with the Royal Guard following us. They would continue to guard the perimeter around the house, as they always did. Now that Daemon was Lycan, I wondered whether they would have to go through a blood oath to him. I was sur
Adriana’s Point of View It took a few more days for all the Alphas and Council members to finally leave. The only Council member remaining was Sebastian, and he would be staying here long term. Now that the packhouse was empty, the builders moved back in, in force, and renovating began in earnest. Daemon's construction company was enormous, so the original team of builders continued renovating the old packhouse. Another was constructing chalet-style cabins to house all the Royal Guards and potential family members. These were situated next to our current house. We decided this would definitely be our permanent home as it was much larger than the old packhouse and frankly looked more regal. A third team was building guest houses since it was likely that we would have many visitors. These were situated closer to the packhouse but still
Adriana’s Point of ViewIt was three months since Daemon was recognised as King. During that time, we had continued to train hard. Adam and Daemon were worried about the Red Devil and Half-Moon packs, but Adam had a few ideas about what we could do about it. He met with Delilah and Sebastian to discuss his ideas.The Council of Alphas were cooperating with the witch's Council to investigate where Kree might possibly be hiding. Despite working tirelessly, their efforts seemed to be in vain as Kree's trail grew cold. They even consulted seers to see if she could be found. The answers were all the same - Kree would attack the Royal Pack within the next six months, and the outcome could not be determined.Delilah, Pania, and Amiria continued their work in fortifying the pack boundaries, ensuring that not even the slightest hint of Kree
Daemon’s Point of ViewFor the next few weeks after the attack, the two rogues Wilson and Carlisle had captured were interrogated. I had promised Adriana that we would not torture them, but we weren't going to treat them like guests. They would answer my questions truthfully, or I would use my aura to force them.Before questioning the rogues, Amiria cast a spell that would conceal the rogues as if they had died. That way, Kree could not sense that they were still alive. I was dubious as to whether this would work, but we needed the information, so I went along with it.During questioning, I found out something interesting about my Lycan."I don't know where Kree is," one of the rogues flippantly answered.For some reason, I knew he was lyin
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