Adriana's Point of View
"Right! Show me what you can do," announced Delilah. Amiria and Pania will measure the atmosphere to see what power is being released, if any. Perry will note any minor changes that are not normal for shifters."
"What are you going to do?" I asked with a grin, wondering if she would just watch.
"I am just going to observe you," answered Delilah with a smirk.
Yep. She was just going to watch.
I stood in the clearing, willing my mind to calm and settle. Focusing on my breathing, I took slow, deep breaths to steady myself. As a shifter, I could manipulate and transform into different forms, channelling the energies of nature and the elements around me. But today, I would have to push my limits. Again.
Daemon's Point of ViewThe night before, I rang Luna Restaurant to make a booking for dinner. Given that the restaurant was still open at that time, securing our table was no issue. He only booked it for pack leaders, and neither Tyler, Adam, nor our families had made a booking.The staff were well aware of our status, and thanks to James, there was a secluded table away from others that gave us a view of everyone and the stage. He had done this, so we could talk in peace without the possibility of being overheard by humans who knew nothing about us.I was looking forward to a relaxing and enjoyable dinner with Adriana, just the two of us. I absolutely loved the twins and couldn't imagine not having them with us, but I also missed the alone time we had before they were born.After breakfast,
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I returned to the pack lands after their delightful evening at Luna Restaurant, eager to reunite with our pack and ensure the safety of our family and pack members. As we entered the familiar territory, the atmosphere buzzed with a sense of urgency and determination. The tension in the air was palpable, indicating that the battle on the border was escalating. The packhouse was the first destination, as Daemon wanted to ensure the safety of the twins and me. Waiting there were Tyler, Perry and the three witches. "Perry, I need your assistance," Daemon said, his voice laced with concern as he addressed the group. "I have to join the fight on the border, but I can't leave Adriana and the twins alone. Can you ensure their safety?" Perry nodded, "Alpha, you can count on me. I'll make sure Adriana and the twins are well-guarded. Delilah and Amiria are ready to protect them with their magic. Pania and I will join you. I feel this sudden attack has nothin
Adriana's Point of View Through my mate and the pack link, I felt the battle unfold from the safety of the packhouse. Every action, clash and howl took had my heart pounding. My instincts urged me to be out there with Daemon and the others, fighting to protect our pack. But I knew my place was here, ensuring the safety of our pups and supporting our warriors from a distance. In other words, being a Luna. As I held our twins close, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and pride. Fear for the dangers Daemon and the others faced and pride for their unwavering bravery and determination. I trusted their abilities and knew they would give everything they had to defend our pack. It felt like hours had passed, but the clock had a different story. I longed for news of Daemon's safety, yearning for his return. Delilah and Amiria continued to monitor the protective spells around the packhouse, their dedication evident in their focused expressions. "Thank you, both of you, for making me
Adriana's Point of View Between the shower and our bed, Daemon and I shared moments of intimacy and ecstasy. Our bodies intertwined and synchronized, creating a symphony of passion and desire. First, the water cascaded over us in the shower, heightening our senses and adding a sensual rhythm to our movements. Each touch and caress sent electric waves of pleasure through our beings, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity only we could understand. I moaned softly into Daemon's lips as the passion between us intensified. It wasn't long before I felt myself coming apart. "Daemon!" I moaned again as waves of pleasure surged through my body, overwhelming my senses as I surrendered to the blissful release that awaited. The waves of my orgasm
Daemon's Point of View A Month Later I woke up in a fuzzy state. The darkness slowly dissipated, revealing blurring shapes bathed in dulled light. As I blinked away the remnants of consciousness, my surroundings began to take shape, transforming from vague silhouettes into familiar objects. I recognised I was in the Medical Centre. In the same room, Adriana had given birth to our twins. What the fuck? "Theo!" I called my wolf. "Theo?" There was no answer. I could sense him, so I knew he was still there, but he wasn't answering me. It was like a complete disconnect. "Adriana?" Again, no answer. I was starting to panic now. What the hell had happened? "Tyler?" "Alpha?" he answered. "Thank the Goddess, you are awake. I will be there soon." Tyler arrived in minutes, but I felt like it needed to be sooner. He'd better have some answers as to why I was a patient in the Medical Centre and why I couldn't mind-link Adriana or my wolf. Inside I was panicking. "What the hell happened?"
Daemon’s Point of View A few days later, I had two visitors turn up at the front gates asking for Mitchell. The guards, however, mind-linked me rather than my father. I thought it was strange, and given the last time my father overstepped the boundaries ended in Adriana taking off and getting abducted, I was slightly worried. I was glad I went down to the gate because Alpha Rikard was there, as well as his daughter, Mandy, Mary, or something like that. Who cares... "Alpha Rikard," I called, "How can I help you?" "I just wanted to talk to your father," he answered. "May I remind you that I am Alpha here, not my father, and seeking to enter my pack lands without informing me is a breach of the Council of Alpha rules. So I ask again, how can I help you?" I fumed with the audacity of it. "In that case," Alpha Rikard said sheepishly, "may I proceed to your office to discuss my reason for coming here?" I mind-linked my guard to let them both in, as well as informing Tyler, Adam and Ad
Daemon’s Point of View As I looked around the room, I could see the concern and curiosity in the eyes of my pack members. Adriana was the first to speak up, her voice steady but filled with caution. "As much as I don't trust their motives, I think we should consider helping them, Daemon," she said. "If both of our packs are under attack, it may not have anything to do with Kree. I gather you consider them allies, in which case, we need to protect any alliances and maintain a united front against rogues." Tyler nodded in agreement. "I agree with Adriana. It's in our best interest to assist them. Besides, uncovering any information about the culprits could prevent future attacks on our pack." Adam chimed in, his expression thoughtful. "I understand the hesitation, Alpha, given what happened with your father's interference before. But this could be an opportunity to prove ourselves as capable leaders and build trust with neighbouring packs. We should at least investigate and assess th
Daemon’s Point of View As everyone dispersed to their respective duties, I was alone with Adriana. I approached her, gently taking her hand in mine. "I understand your concerns, my love," I said softly, looking into her eyes. "Rest assured, I won't let anything happen to you or our pups. We will be cautious and vigilant throughout this process." Adriana nodded, a mixture of worry and trust in her gaze. "I know you'll protect us, Daemon. Just promise me that we won't let our guard down." I pulled her into an embrace, holding her close. "I promise, Adriana. You, our pups, and our pack's safety are my top priority, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure it." Adriana and I decided to take some time out of our busy day to enjoy each other's company and strengthen our bond. With the pups in the capable hands of my mother, we went up to our bedrooms to explore each other. As soon as we tumbled into the bedroom, we were kissing and touching each other frantically. The hunger we felt f
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