Daemon's Point of View
The 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
Daemon’s Point of View Conversations were kept light tonight. Neither I nor Adriana engaged in conversation with the Alpha and his daughter. They were situated at the other end of the table deliberately, so I didn't have to contend with either of them. I was so untrusting, but I wasn't alone. Unfortunately, his daughter insisted on trying to bring me into the conversation. "What do you think, Alpha Daemon?" she cooed obsequiously me. "What do I think about what?" I queried unsmilingly, as I couldn't really be bothered with this. "What do you think are the reasons for the rogue attacks?" she asked. "That is not dinner time conversation," I replied with annoyance. "No need to be rude, son," Mitchell mind-linked me. I was quick with my reply, "I don't trust them. Something is not quite right, and you taught me to listen to my hunches, remember? You always said hunches were the world's way of telling you something important. Besides, she is flirting with me in front of my mate! No
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou