Tyler's Point of View"You are my mate, and I have been waiting a lifetime to meet mine. I also honour the Moon Goddess and cherish the mate bond she grants us," she answered.I had been waiting my adult life to hear these words. With a mixture of relief and excitement, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Avril was willing to give this connection a chance. Echo's jubilant howl echoed in my mind; his excitement finally matched with a sense of relief.Meanwhile, Echo was practically doing cartwheels of joy in my subconscious. His enthusiasm and excitement were palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and anticipation.As we continued talking and getting to know each other throughout the meal, the initial tension dissipated. Our conversation flowed easily, and we discovered common interests and shared experiences. The more we spoke, the more it became evident that we were two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together."Before we can explore this bond between us, we
Adriana's Point of View"The Fae, Avril, is Tyler's mate," Daemon mind-linked me."Is she? Oh, my Goddess!" I gasped in astonishment as I processed the revelation. The bond between a Fae and a wolf shifter was exceedingly rare. The only known one was the original Silver Wolf Pack."Do Fae feel the mating bond?" I asked Daemon."I'm not sure, but I know they worship the Moon Goddess, among other deities," he answered.I hoped for Tyler's sake that Fae did indeed feel the mate bond or wouldn't reject him. Any bond should be considered a sacred connection in our mystical world. At least Tyler would get to work alongside Avril, allowing them to get to know each other.Daemon stood and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, once we have finished our early lunch, I would like for us to have a meeting. Unfortunately, the renovations to the packhouse are not fully completed, so I will arrange for cars to take us to our home office."Based on the murmurings, the general consensus was that everyone
Adriana's Point of View "We have more visitors," Daemon announced. "They are both Alpha and Witch council members," explained Delilah. "They have come to join in and fight." There was a cacophony of noise from both our own and the visitors. It was so noisy I could barely hear myself think. "Enough!" boomed Daemon, resulting in immediate silence, for which I was grateful for. I didn't know why the Council of Alphas or Witch's Council had come to join in the fight, but given Kree's potential power, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. While our spies informed us that we still outnumbered them, our enemies still had the potential to cause a lot of damage and death. Delilah, Sebastian, Daemon and I drove down in one car to the gate to greet the new visitors. The entire Witch's Council, which comprised of thirteen witches and warlocks, were waiting at the gate. Delilah explained that Pania, Amiria and she were representatives in that they dealt with people on behalf of th
Adriana's Point of View "It appears the escaped prisoners have been accounted for," I announced to the occupants of our makeshift office. All eyes were on me with that comment, and given the look of confusion, I needed to elaborate. "Our scouts, who were keeping watch over Kree's camp, have indicated that around fifty rogues and a couple of witches have joined her camp." "You know where they are?" asked Roderick. "Yes. Yes, we do," I answered, "and we were about to discuss possible tactics and strategy." "Knowing where they are and going into battle are two very separate actions," said Daemon in support. "We want to determine where and when we attack them. We want as little casualties on our side as possible." Everyone nodded in agreement, so Daemon took it as an opportunity to get his map of the area and lay it on the dining room table. "Here are the combined borders of the Black and Silver Wolf Packs, which now make up the Royal Pack. This small area between the two packs has
Adriana's Point of View Wait! What? I was a direct descendant of the Fae Queen. How was that possible? Obviously, my face mirrored my confusion as Avril further clarified, "One of Queen Aurora's daughters was mated to the last Lycan King. Before the hunters killed the King and Queen, their children were sent away to hide in the Silver Wolf Pack. All three children found their mates and became part of the pack." "How long ago was this?" I asked. "Approximately two hundred years ago," answered Avril. "Queen Aurora believes that Kree committed genocide on your pack because of the innate Fae power in your blood. Since she is a blood witch, that power can be harnessed through dark magic. Now, do I have your permission to open a portal to allow our warriors to come through?" Daemon and I nodded our consent. Avril walked outside with us following her. She stood in the same clearing that Kree and Brandon Senior had started to sacrifice me. It was a bit unnerving to think about it. Avril
Adriana's Point of View We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening discussing tactics and strategy. It was quite intense as we went through every possible scenario, and there were many of them. Knowing where Kree and her warriors were located was fortuitous as we didn't need to spend time finding that information out. After an hour or so, Daemon and I took a break to go and see the twins. With all the visitors arriving and subsequent meetings, we hadn't seen much of the twins today. If we weren't careful, our children would miss out on bonding time spent with us, and they would be grown up before we knew it. When the twins went back down for their early evening nap, Daemon and I joined the rest of the team to continue in battle discussions. We finally decided to sneak through the forest and surround Kree's camp. Using illusions, the enemy wouldn't even know we were there. Between Lysander and his illusionists, we would be totally hidden from sight, sound and smell. At dawn's
Daemon's Point of View Knowing that we had to get up early in the morning, I had held back from taking Adriana more than once. Ideally, a couple more rounds before sleep would have been great, but we had to get up early before it was light. Our plan was to surround Kree's forces and attack at first light. "Alpha! Luna! Wake up! Something has happened!" Tyler yelled as he banged on our door. "Why didn't you mind-link me?" I asked grumpily. Looking over at the clock, it was only 2:07 a.m. This had better be important! Adriana woke up simultaneously, and we rushed to get dressed and go downstairs. It looked like Tyler had roused everyone, including the kitchen Omegas, who were busy serving coffee and breakfast to go. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked, taking a mug of coffee. Lysandros came forward, saying, "I had a vision. A pack was getting attacked by the dark witch and her rogues. They killed the Alpha and his men, and many women and young girls were raped. I am sure it ha
Adriana's Point of ViewIt was about 4:00 a.m. by the time we had organised our ambush at the Red Devil Pack. Daemon and I stood together in our Lycan form, surrounded by our warriors and guards in their wolf forms. It seemed strange to be surrounded by bears, jackals, eagles, lynx, mountain lions and Fae, but here we all were. While hidden from our enemy's view, we could still see each other. Lysander had said we could whisper to each other without being heard as long as it wasn't too loud. The illusion would keep us hidden from sight and sound, but none of us were chancing it.Since Daemon had been successful with mind-linking Roger, we quickly tested it on the non-wolf shifters and found it successful. Being King and Queen of all shifters had some benefits. Mind-linking any of our subjects was one of them.As the moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the moment we had been waiting for the
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