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
Daemon's Point of ViewToday's meeting was in our new offices at the packhouse. Since moving into our new house on what was the Silver Wolf Pack lands, the overall plans for the original packhouse had changed. All of our offices and a new meeting room were downstairs, with guest quarters on the top two levels.Adriana, Perry, Tyler, Charlotte, Adam, and Delilah were discussing how well the interpack training was going when one of the guards at the gate mind-linked me."We appear to have visitors. I think we should all go and meet them," I explained to the team. "They are asking for Adriana and I, and they are not wolves.""If they are not wolves, what are they?" Adriana asked, to which the rest of the group echoed their curiosity."The guards didn
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