Avril's Point of ViewIt wasn't long before Duan and Neri arrived, and I clutched Tyler's hand hard. He looked up to see what had caused my reaction."I will stay by your side all night," he mind-linked me.I gave him a smile as thanks, and I did my best to ignore Duan and Neri. Hopefully, I gave no indication of my true feelings. I had been expecting them to turn up but secretly wished they wouldn't.I wanted nothing to do with them, hoping they wouldn't cause any trouble during the dinner. We all sat down at the table, with my mother at the head. On her right-hand side was Alise, a male I had not met before, Thorn, and his mate Ariana, while on the other side were Daemon, Adriana, Tyler and myself.I was intrigued by the man sitting next to Alise. Our mother introduced him as Alastair, but that was all she said. Obviously, he was her date, but I wondered if he was more than that. He was definitely Fae, given his features.Alastair was tall and lithe like most Fae men. They were dece
Sometimes a story takes a turn that you weren't expecting as an author. I had my story loosely planned, and I knew there would be a problem that would happen and need resolving. I just didn't expect it to happen the way it did. It was like Adriana and Daemon were heading to their room, and suddenly Duan and Neri were there. What can I say? I was definitely surprised. However, I am happy it happened that way. I find that it makes a lot of sense and adds to the initially planned problem. Alise and Alastair's relationship will develop over the course of the book, but as of yet, I don't expect there to be a detailed story for them.
Avril's Point of View As we left the dining hall, Tyler took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. I smiled weakly, saying, "I'm fine. Just a little tired. I need to talk to Alise about what is going on." "Why don't you invite them back to our room," he said a little sheepishly. I couldn't help but give him a wide smile. It was just what I needed to hear tonight. So, I mind-linked Alise and asked her to come to our room, as we had some vital information to impart to her about tonight's clusterfuck of an evening. I also told her she could invite Alastair if she wanted, leaving that up to her. I figured that if she brought Alastair up to our room, he meant more to her than just a partner for the evening. There was just something about him that made me curious. I had this feeling that it had to do with his species. Something was telling me that he wasn't a full Fae. As an afterthought, I mind-linked Thorn and invited both
Avril's Point of View We were tired when we woke up the following morning. Our discussions and getting to know Alastair had gone long into the early hours of the morning. He seemed to be a good person, and I was glad for Alise. We learned a lot about Vampires last night. If one is born a Vampire, they can walk in the light without damage. Alastair called them Day Walkers, which is what he was. However, if they lose their humanity and become evil, they lose that ability and are labelled Night Walkers. The Day Walkers have stringent rules and must follow them, much like those in the Seelie Court. Night Walkers are hunted down and exterminated, much like those from the Unseelie Court. It was eerily similar to us. A bonus point was that Alastair's parents had no problem with hybrids. They were thrilled that Alastair had found his fated mate. Like most Fae, most Vampires wait a lifetime to find their fated mates, and if the Gods and Goddesses give them another species, then it was meant
I find it exciting when I meet someone and want them in my book. Renée is a waitress at my favourite café (and yes, I am using the French spelling because it is originally a French word, and that should be acknowledged, even if it was taken from the Turkish word 'kahve' which means coffee). The things you find out when looking for an e with an accute accent over it. Back to Renée. She is awesome and comes across as a strong person, so I felt she needed to be a warrior. It just so happened that I had a position available. She accepted, and here she is. While she is not a main character, she is definitely sticking around for a while.
Tyler's Point of ViewIt didn't take us that long to put away our clothes and organise Avril's gear. I hoped she would want to spend a little intimate time together. The thought of making love to mate made me harden. My trousers were tight and uncomfortable and conspicuous.I was about to ask her when she said, "I'm going to have a shower. You can join me if you like.""Sounds good," I replied with a smirk. She returned my smirk, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom, where she turned on the water in the shower. Once it had reached a temperature she deemed acceptable, she retook my hand and stepped in.I followed her in, and she turned to face me. "I'm going to wash your back," she said as she grabbed the soap."Only my back?" I asked, lifting my eyebrows up and down suggestively. "We shall see," she said, demanding, "Turn around!"She lathered my back, rubbing the soap into my skin, then started rubbing her hands over my chest, taking care not to get any of the suds on my nip
Tyler's Point of View"We will need to pick up Renée and take her to the meeting," Avril said as we took the last step onto the ground floor. "I could mind-link her, but I would like to see her quarters. I want to ensure that she has settled in, as she may be with us for quite a while, depending on how this goes down."We walked down the stairs, and instead of taking a right to the dining room, we left to the Royal Guards' Apartments. Perry had told me it was fifth on the right down the wide corridor. A lounge room with a pool table, wide-screen television, and bar was at the end. Adriana and Daemon looked after their pack, especially the guards and warriors who protected them.We knocked on the door, and Renée opened it straight away. She must have been waiting for us. She opened the door and invited us into her small but furnished lounge. The furniture was minimalistic, and a few generic potted plants added a touch of greenery to the space. The lounge was open plan with a small kitc
Renée's Point of ViewBeta Perry showed me to my new apartment. I couldn't believe how luxurious it was."Beta Perry, how many people will I be living with," I asked as we stepped through the door."Just you, Renée," he answered, "and please call me Perry.""I can't do that, Beta Perry. It would be disrespectful."How about I make a deal?" he said. "If the King and Queen ask you to call them by their first names, call me by mine.""Deal, Beta Perry," I responded, absolutely sure that calling King Daemon and Queen Adriana by their first names would not happen."Once Beta Perry had left, I unpacked my clothes and weapons. I had one set of casual clothes, the uniform and armour I was currently wearing, a set of night clothes, and underwear. Strapped to my side was a sword, which was my most prized possession. It was a gift from my father when I entered the academy; a week later, he was gone.He had been on border patrol when deformed Fae from the Unseelie Court crossed out borders. Three
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.