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 View Roger and his warriors came out of the bunker to the aftermath of the battle. Dead rogues littered the blood-soaked ground. The entire cleaning in front of the packhouse had turned red, and the stench of blood would likely hang around for days. Some of the Omegas were sent to cook us breakfast, and Roger had his pack members take over carting the bodies to be burnt, telling us that we had done enough for them already. Leading us inside, he showed us where we could clean up. A sponge bath wasn't as good as a shower, but at least we were somewhat clean. We all had clean clothes to wear afterwards. That was the benefit of taking off our clothes before shifting. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have any clothes to change into. Even though Daemon and I didn't need to strip first because we had learnt how to shift without damaging our clothes, we had undressed anyway. I was thankful we had taken them off because we were still covered in blood when we returned to our huma
Adriana's Point of View We were victorious tonight and lucky. Lucky in the fact that we had the Fae warriors and witches with us to hide us, visually and audibly, as well as masking our scent. Any injuries our warriors or shifter allies sustained were easily fixed. I wasn't sure about the Fae or witches, but none were reported as injured, so it remained unknown. This is something I would need to ask Allandro or Avril about. After answering some questions from Roger's pack, we entered the packhouse. Our intention was to have Allandro open a portal for home. I hoped we would get a chance to rest before preparing our following action against Kree. Just as we walked up the stairs, a man and woman ran up to us. "Your Majesties," the man called as our guards stepped between him and us. Daemon and I turned towards them and walked back down the stairs. I could tell they had something to say to us and were worried. Other than that, I sense no hostile thoughts towards us. "What seems to be
Adriana's Point of View We came through the portal into our dining room to be greeted by Tyler, Perry, Adam and Charlotte. They looked as tired as we felt. Apparently, they had stayed up all night monitoring the patrols to ensure no one got past. So far, so good. Kree must have been waiting for confirmation that the attack on the Red Devil Pack was successful. Hopefully, she would be waiting a long time since we were sure we got everyone. Sitting down to a short meal and a chance to debrief with those who didn't come with us, Daemon declared, "We need to mind-link the scouts to monitor Kree and the remaining rogues. I am unsure if that was even half her force if she had around 200 of them." "Done!" stated Adam. "Thanks to the Fae and witches, we were able to hide our warriors and come out reasonably unscathed," Daemon continued. How easy is it to hide a bigger force?" I asked. Ah, that's a good question, Adriana," Lysandros chimed in. "First of all, thank you, Alpha Daemon, for
Adriana's Point of View Woken by the alarm, I felt groggy, and I could feel through our bond that Daemon was too. As much as I wanted to go back to sleep, we needed to get up and prepare for the attack on Kree. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to help wake me up. I got into a form-fitting leather outfit that would offer some protection in human form. Once I was in Lycan form, it would only matter if I was hit with wolfsbane or silver. Since it would affect the shifter carrying it, it would likely be only humans or witches who would have it on them. At least I didn't have to worry about my outfit shredding when I shifted, unlike the other shifters. I made a mental note to talk to Delilah and see if she had any luck designing a spell allowing shifters to keep their clothes. However, the upcoming battle was our priority. After getting dressed, I headed to the dining room, where the rest of the team was already gathering to eat and drink copious amounts of str
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