***This is the end of Book 2: The Lost Princess. Book 3: The Love of a Beta will explore the relationship between Tyler and Avril, and the Fae Realm. Adriana and Daemon are still a big part of the story still. Expect chapters to be posted around the beginning of 2024.***
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
Tyler's Point of ViewPerry, Adam, Charlotte, Avril and I sat around the massive dining room table after everyone else had walked through the portal. None of us could sleep knowing that our King and Queen were out there battling Kree and her rogues."I should be there," muttered a disgruntled Charlotte. "I am the Captain of the Royal Guards.""Since we aren't there, let's check in with our patrols... in person."That seemed to cheer Charlotte, and they left to run around the pack lands. Perry muttered something about trying to get some sleep in case there were issues to deal with later. That left Avril and me."I would like us to get to know each other, Avril," I started. "I am not sure how you go about meeting your mates and how you would mark each other.""We don't mark each other, but we are handfasted in a ceremony officiated by the head of our household," she answered."Well, that is certainly different, though we would have a ceremony, but we mark each other, and it is permanent
Tyler's Point of View Two days after Kree had been defeated, the Fae planned to return to their realm. Avril announced that she would go with them, and I was devastated, not to mention that Echo was pining away. "I know, Echo," I told him. "I feel the same way." I made a point to hunt Avril down before she left to ask her, "Are you intending on coming back?" "That depends on my mother at this stage," she replied. I couldn't understand how she could remain so unruffled by it. Did the mate bond not affect her as much? Thanks to that bond, Echo and I were already in love with her. I wanted her so badly, but at the same time, I didn't want to put pressure on her so she would resent me and the bond. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The days following Kree's defeat had been a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities. Avril's announcement about returning to the Fae realm left me grappling with a sense of loss that mirrored Echo's own melancholy. She and the ot
Tyler's Point of View Adriana cordially extended an invitation to join the group for a morning repast. "Once our breakfasting is complete," she continued, "we shall pack a collection of clothes. I assume it is beneficial for us to leave as quickly as possible?" Allandro and Avril nodded in agreement and sat down at the table. Avril came and sat next to me without me needing to ask. It was one more sign that she wanted me as her mate. "Me too," said Echo. "Yes, you too," I answered him. Over the course of breakfast, Avril informed us that the portal's endpoint would be a clearing within the forest, necessitating a brief thirty-minute trek to reach the Queen's Court. Proper attire for walking was advised, with an opportunity for a wardrobe change upon arrival at our destination. There, we would need suitable clothes for an audience with the Fae Queen. Our packing didn't take long. Typically, we wore clothes that could be considered outside clothes. It was more a case of packing c
Avril’s Point of View I really wanted to stay with Tyler. He seemed to be everything I liked in a mate. Of course, the Moon Goddess wouldn't have fated us together if he wasn't perfect for me. When I let my mother know I had found my fated mate, she sighed, saying, "Another child of mine fated to the wolves. I guess this is the Goddess' way of telling us our two species are to be entwined." She sighed again and asked, "What are you going to do about Neri?" Neri. He was the eldest son of one of the leading families in the realm. It was a political joining, with no real love between me and Neri. Or at least on my part. His family did not entirely support my mother's reign, so getting betrothed was supposedly a good way of ensuring their loyalty. Neri had asked for my hand in marriage, and I had agreed on the stipulation that the betrothal would be null and void should my fated mate appear. Now that Tyler was in the scene, I could break the agreement, and there was nothing he or his
Elizabeth’s Point of ViewThe chill in the air seeped into my bones as the guards marched me from the packhouse room to the cells. The walk wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity—a gauntlet of humiliation hammering home how far I had fallen.Entering the pack prison, the guards’ heavy boots thudded against the cold stone floors, a steady, merciless rhythm that echoed in my ears. The frigid air wrapped around me, biting at my skin and worming its way into my core.Though I walked with my chin high and shoulders back, I couldn’t shake the heat of their gazes—guards, warriors, even pack members who had dared peek from doorways. Silent witnesses to my disgrace. Once their Luna, now reduced to this. Each step felt like dragging iron weights, yet I refused to falter. My pride was the only armor I had left.The sharp clang of the iron door jolted me from my thoughts. I didn’t resist as the guards shoved me inside, though every movement I made was deliberate and controlled. My posture rema
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