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
Daemon's Point of View With Kree's death, it was basically over. Our warriors were mopping up the last of the rogues. Everyone had been told to take no prisoners unless children or pregnant she-wolves were involved. It was unpleasant but necessary. No one wanted the rogues to come back in force and wreak more havoc. The battle had been won, but the cost had been significant. So many lives had been lost, starting with Adriana's father and pack. Yet, a sense of relief and triumph permeated the air. We had come together, fought bravely, and emerged victorious. As the dust settled and our wounds were tended, we gathered in the centre of Kree's camp. The warriors on the outer edge had fanned out and were moving towards the camp like a noose being slowly tightened. This would capture any rogues still alive and hiding. I looked at Adriana to see how she was coping after killing Kree. Her face was devoid of all emotion, but our bond told a different story. Adriana's emotions were all over
Adriana's Point of View As I stood in the shower with Daemon, post-battle, tumultuous feelings swirled within me. The sound of water cascading down my body mirrored the mix of adrenaline and exhaustion coursing through my veins. It had been a day unlike any other, filled with intense moments that pushed the boundaries of our strength and resilience. Daemon, my mate, the father of my children, my king, and everything, stood beside me, his tall frame mirroring my weariness. Part of me wondered what he was thinking about, but at this point in time, I didn't have the energy to ponder any deeper. As the water washed away the dirt and grime from our skin, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had brought us to this point. We had fought side by side, as Lycans and as humans, becoming a force to be reckoned with. However, the toll it would take on our emotions was undeniable, or at least on my emotions. With the death of Kree and almost all of her rogue wolves and witches, it was
First of all, thank you to all of my readers for the feedback you have given. Book 3 has been started, although it is slow going. For those of you who don't know, I am a full-time primary school teacher, and with less than two weeks of school left in the year (Southern Hemisphere year), life is extremely busy. I usually only write in the weekends at my favourite cafe, but for the last two weeks, our household has taken a hit with COVID. Suffice to say, not a lot of writing has been done. I will start posting Book 3 in January 2024. It continues on from the last book straight away and centres around Daemon's Beta, Tyler. Daemon and Adriana still have a major part to play as she explores the revelation that she is related to the Fae Queen. So far, Books 4 and 5 will be about Daemon and Adriana's twin children, Cedric and Lucienne. Proof-Reading Note: I am going through and updating the chapters. Even though I write them in Grammarly, then proofread them before publishing them, some
I am excited that The Lost Luna is almost ready to be published in paperback form through A____n. There will be a completely new cover for the book, and each subsequent book will have it's own cover, although they will be similar and obviously a set. I have been working on a title for the series since it was originally supposed to be a one-off novel, but I am not good at sticking to plan. The series will be called Hidden Legacy. The artist for the cover is Rose Proffitt, a New Zealand artist currently living in Australia. I really recommend checking out her F______k page, Rose Proffitt Creations, where you can see some of the amazing graphics she creates. I feel lucky to have such a talented friend. Once The Lost Luna has been fully published, it will be time to go back through the proofreading process with The Lost Princess. According to my proofreader, I was unwavering in my use of unwavering throughout the second book. I will be fixing that and will become resolute and unshakeabl
The day before Christmas, I lost an entire chapter I had written that morning. I was totally gutted and have taken a few days off to get back into a positive frame of mind. I have started writing the chapter again, but it was difficult to get started. Damn ADHD! On a good note: I have signed the name change contract, and hopefully soon, the new name of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna) will be updated. The Kindle version of Book 1: The Lost Luna has gone live. The new cover is looking awesome, thanks to Rose Proffitt. I have added the new cover to here as well.
Tyler's Point of View Our Alpha King and Luna Queen had finally defeated that awful blood witch Kree and her band of rogues with the help of our allies. In particular, with the aid of our Fae allies. Which led me to think about Avril. The moment I saw her, I knew she was my fated mate. When our non-wolf shifter allies unexpectedly arrived, we all went to the gate to greet them. Walking over there, my wolf Echo was overly agitated about something important happening, and the smell of waffles and bacon was almost overpowering. I couldn't see who or what was making that smell or causing Echo to act this way. None of the visitors standing at the front of the group were that interesting to Echo or me. At the back of all of the visitors, hiding was her. My mate. The woman I had been waiting for since I turned eighteen, and here she was. All I could do was stare at her with my stupid mouth open like an idiot while Echo screamed in my head. My mate was Fae, not that I worried about things
Marc's' Point of ViewAfter training, I followed up on my mind link to Cole and gathered the younger members, including those who had looked hopeful during Cole's speech. Since none were warriors, I had to mind-link them to return to meet me in the training hall.When they arrived, the hall buzzed with nervous energy as they exchanged glances. It took patience and a lot of careful words, but eventually, they opened up. Beatrice and her posse left a lasting mark on this group, which was mainly composed of young teenage females. I could see the instilled fear and self-doubt. Many shifted uncomfortably, casting wary glances around as they finally shared their stories, revealing the extent of Beatrice's manipulation and cruelty."It's true," one of the younger females, Mallory, said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted around the group before landing on me with a mix of fear and relief. "Beatrice and Michaela… they make life difficult for anyone they disapprove of, especiall
Cole's Point of ViewFirst thing in the morning, we sought out Danielle's mother, Stephanie. "We found our mate last night, and she is friends with Danielle," said Marc."Congratulations," she answered. "Danielle stayed with her friends last night. Which one of her friends is your mate?""Her name is Lucienne," I gushed.Raising her left eyebrow, she warned, "You will have a strong Luna indeed. Be prepared for changes. She is not one to mince words, and there are some things that happen around here she will not like. She has a high moral compass."Good. I wasn't worried because things needed to change around here.After breakfast, as the warriors and many other pack members who were training with them gathered for a routine training session, I took the opportunity to address them. The non-warrior pack members would also include many females, although it wasn't compulsory for them to train, as it was for the men.The decision to integrate females into training had been our idea and had
Marc's Point of ViewAs I watched Lucienne stride out of the club, her every step brimming with authority, I felt like a force of nature had passed through. She was fierce, with a powerful presence that was impossible to ignore. The way she stood up to us, unyielding—that kind of strength was rare. And beneath it all, she was breathtaking, her beauty undeniable even as her words cut sharp.Cole stood beside me, his gaze fixed on the empty doorway Lucienne had just walked through. His jaw was tense as if he were trying to hold back the swell of emotion that had overtaken him. He swallowed, a flicker of something like awe passing over his features, and then he finally spoke, his voice low and almost reverent. "Our mate… she's incredible." He ran a hand over his face as if trying to piece together what he'd just witnessed. "I mean, I always imagined my mate would be strong, but Lucienne… she's beyond anything I could've pictured."He turned to me, his eyes searching mine as if hoping I'd
Lucienne's Point of ViewOur parents had finally arrived. They were staying on the same floor but in a different suite further down the hallway. No doubt, members of their entourage would be either in the same suite or next door.Cedric and I left Aaron with Danielle in case she woke up and wanted to know where we were. I could hear the soft rustle of her breathing, gentle and rhythmic, with an occasional deeper inhalation. Her heart resonated faintly, a steady thrum. Listening to someone sleeping was like tuning in to a delicate symphony of subtle noises. As we stepped into the suite, I could see it was set out and decorated like ours. The living area was spacious, featuring an oversized sectional couch adorned with plush pillows, perfectly arranged around a glass coffee table gleaming under a stylish chandelier's light. I could see my parents, Queen Adriana and King Daemon, seated together on one of the sofas, their regal presence commanding the room. My mother radiated grace, her
Lucienne's Point of View"Enough!" I bellowed. The room went silent as I let my Alpha aura ripple out, filling the space. The banshee's sneer disappeared, replaced by shock and fear as she and Eric fell to their knees under the weight of my command.My Alpha aura was so intense that it made my mother and father bow down under its weight. This was one of the reasons my brother offered me the crown. At a young age, I accepted that Cedric, as the firstborn, would be the Lycan King. I was happy with that. I might have been stronger and faster, but I loved him so much that I would protect him."I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I don't. Tolerate. Bullies," I said coldly, my voice sharp and steady. "Don't you ever touch anyone I care about again!""Her name is Beatrice," Danielle said quietly. "She is the daughter of Luna Elizabeth."I don't give a fuck who she is," I answered. "As I said… I don't tolerate bullies, especially when they hurt someone who is like family to me and
Lucienne's Point of View"Everyone else knew," Eric said, admitting there was a problem in the pack that the twins knew nothing about.Evidently, their future roles as Alphas required more than physical strength or inherited titles—they demanded awareness, responsibility, and a willingness to confront uncomfortable truths. These future Alphas looked totally clueless, and if they were to lead properly, they needed to step up and quickly."Before we go any further, which one of you is Marc and which of you is Cole?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as I studied them closely. They were almost identical, but there were differences. I also realised they didn't know my name, so I introduced myself. I didn't mention any titles, just my first name.They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, t
Lucienne's Point of ViewArriving at the Howling Moon Pack should have been an uncomplicated affair. The plan was straightforward: we would gather at a shifter nightclub just on the edge of the pack's territory. It was our friend Danielle's eighteenth birthday—a momentous occasion to be celebrated with the companionship of cherished friends. Hopefully, she would find her mate, making it even better.After the celebrations, we were to cross into the pack lands alongside my parents. Once inside, I would be assessing the pack's warriors and their skills. I envisioned a couple of carefree days filled with camaraderie and laughter, reconnecting with friends amidst the rugged, blue-tinged mountains that cradled the pack.However, experience had taught me that simplicity was often an illusion in our world, and as I would soon discover, the weekend held surprises that could shift everything in ways I hadn't anticipated.There was also Mason, son of Beta-Prince Tyler and Princess Avril, and Ka
Lucienne's Point of ViewI stood at the edge of the training grounds, my gaze riveted to the towering figures locked in intense sparring at the heart of the clearing. The air was thick with the sounds of grunting and the sharp thud of bodies colliding, each strike resonating with a raw energy that sent a thrill through me.As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, the long shadows of the combatants stretched dramatically across the parched earth, their silhouettes stretching and twisting like dark, animated shapes in the fading light. The fiery hues of dusk bathed the scene in a warm, golden glow, casting a magical atmosphere that ignited a fierce determination within me.I felt a surge of emotions rising to the surface—an unexpected mix of admiration, longing, and an aching desire to join their ranks and push beyond my limits. Each movement they made displayed skill and a testament to the relentless quest for strength and mastery that stirred something deep within my soul.I'd spent ye
Happy New Year everyone!I am starting to post Book 4. I am partway through the book and hoping to finish it before I go back to work at the end of January.I hope you enjoy the story of Princess Lucienne, a strong female character who finds love with two men who are confident within themselves and want to raise her up, not pull her down.