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
Avril's Point of ViewNow that Renée and Delilah were settled and talking and we'd finished lunch, Daemon delved into the main reason for the meeting. Tyler and me."While we were in the Fae realm, Avril ended an engagement contract with a Fae named Neri due to finding her true fated mate," began Daemon. "The father of her ex-fiancé, Duan, was less than pleased, shall we say, and Adriana and I overheard them conspiring to kill Tyler and force Avril to marry Neri."There were gasps from around the room."What is the purpose of this?" asked Adam."The ultimate purpose is to gain access to the Fae throne, which absolutely stuns me," I answered, "since I am not next in line to gain the throne. To do that, they would need to assassinate my mother and my eldest sister.""So this Neri wants to become a king?" asked Charlotte."He would never be a king, no matter what," I explained. "The only time there is ever a king is when there are no female children to ascend and only males. My brother c
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
Beatrice's Point of ViewSitting in the corner of the grand hall, I felt the familiar heat of resentment burning in my chest, twisting and coiling like a venomous serpent. The festivities for Marc and Cole's Alpha ascension were in full swing, an endless parade of opulence and celebration. Laughter echoed through the cavernous space, the clinking of glasses blending with the rustle of silken gowns and sharp suits. But amidst all the luxury and grandeur, my focus was drawn to one thing, and one thing only: her.Lucienne.What was so special about her? My jaw tightened as I watched her glide through the crowd with ridiculous grace. She wasn't even beautiful. Too tall, too muscled, too… intimidating. That wasn't what a Luna should be. A Luna should be soft, delicate, someone who brings a sense of calm—not someone who commands the room like a damn soldier.The very sight of her made my blood boil. Dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, her presence was enough to draw every eye i