The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 29 are: Sskíatokos is pronounced (sskee-ah-tokos), with the stress on the middle syllable. selēnítēs líthos is pronounced (seh-leh-nee-tes lee-thos), with the stress in selēnítēs falling on the third syllable and the stress in líthos falling on the first syllable. Phytophagos Ophis is pronounced (fuh-toh-pah-gos oh-fees) with the stress in Phytophagos falling on the second syllable and the stress in Ophis falling on the first syllable. Please note: There has been a change to one of the character's names. Originally, I called him Lysander, but in keeping with the Ancient Greek language, his name has become Lysandros, pronounced (Lü-sahn-dros) with the stress on the second syllable. The "y" sound represents the Greek letter upsilon (υ), which is similar to the "u" in "put." The "d" is pronounced like in English. Earlier chapters are being proofread again, and the names are being updated. So far, the second proofreading is complete
Tyler's Point of ViewWe had battled two of those monsters so far. Even though we had a solid tactic for taking them down, I was hoping there would be no more. At least the area was clear of that opaque mist that heralded us being attacked by those aberrations straight out of our nightmares.With the sky clear, Lysandros could gauge the direction we needed to travel. He aimed away from the border and used the sun to keep in a consistent direction. He explained that this sun wasn't an actual burning star like our realm.This sun was magically created by Selene and Helios, two of the Gods and Goddesses in this realm, to give light and heat. At night, if we looked up, we wouldn't see any stars. We would, of course, see the moon, which had cycles just as if we were in the human realm. It was created this way as a way of telling the passing of days. I had so many questions about this realm, but it would have to wait another day.As for Thorn, he still wanted to conserve his powers just in
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 30 are: energētikés grammés means lines of energy or energy lines and is propnounced (en-er-yay-tee-kees grahm-mays) with the stress in enérgeias falling on the second syllable and the stress in grammés falling on the first syllable. Borrās means North and is pronounced (bor-rahs) with the stress falling on the first syllable. Nótos means South and is pronounced (noh-tos) with the stress falling on the first syllable. Anatolē means East and is pronounced (ah-nah-toh-lay) with the stress falling on the third syllable. Dýsis means West and is pronounced (doo-sees) with the stress falling on the first syllable. Phaikón Vasíleion means Fae Realm and is pronounced (fay-kon vah-see-lee-on), with the stress falling on the first syllable in Phaikón and the stress falling on the second syllable in Vasíleion. Gēs Vasíleion means Earth Realm and is pronounced (gays vah-see-lee-on) with the stress falling on the second syllable in Vasíleio
Avril's Point of View Once we reached Dásos tou Phōtós, which meant Forest of Light, Lysandros was a lot more confident in his directions. He projected confidence, and everyone else would have believed him, but I had known him for a long time. He had been worried, and not just about the border breach. Lysandros was correct; it took us about an hour to meet up with the warriors. The clearing they were guarding was where we were to have ported initially. I noticed that there were two warriors on the ground by a tree, and they looked like they were asleep. The rest were spread out around the clearing. "Chaírete, Naúarche, perimenoúmen hōs ekeleusas, allà ékhomen sovara néa," said one of the warriors to Lysandros. "We will speak the common language of humans," he commanded. "Sorry, Captain, we have some grave news," the warrior responded. "Explain!" The warrior stated that two other warriors known to them arrived here yesterday and started attacking them. The warriors were subdued
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 31 are: Dásos tou Fotós means Forest of Light and is pronounced (dah-sos too foh-tohs) with the stress falling on the first syllable in Dásos and on the last syllable in Fotós. Chaírete, Naúarche, perimenoúmen hōs ekeleusas, allà ékhomen sovara néa. means "Greetings, Captain we have been waiting as you commanded, but we have grave news." and is propnounced (khai-reh-teh, now-ar-kheh, peh-ree-meh-noo-men hohs eh-keh-lef-sahs, all-ah eh-khoh-men soh-vah-rah neh-ah.) with the stresses in: chaírete falling on the first syllable, naúarche falling on the second syllable, perimenoúmen falling on the fourth syllable, ekeleusas falliing on the second syllable, allà falling on the first syllable, ékhomen falling on the first syllable, sovara falling on the second syllable, and néa falling on the first syllable. kenoi ophthalmoi means empty eyes and is pronounced (keh-noi ohp-thal-moy) with the stress falling on the first syllable i
Avril's Point of ViewHeat? What did Tyler mean by heat? I knew I was feeling an intense heat. It enveloped me as if an invisible flame danced beneath my skin. Waves of warmth surged through my veins, igniting a fervour that seemed to echo in the very core of my being."What? How?" asked Thorn. "She's not a Wolf-Shifter. She shouldn't be going through heat, should she?""Well, there are documented incidents of humans who have mated with wolves and have gone into heat, but other than you, we have no information as to whether Fae go into heat," answered Daemon.Well, obviously, Fae do go into heat when mated with Wolf-Shifters. I was the case in point. Anything they said after that was lost to me. The surge of physical and emotional sensations was all-consuming."Enough chatter!" Tyler said forcefully. "I need to get her out of here before she goes into full heat, and I have all the unmated warriors fighting over her. Not to mention, I have no idea how unmated Fae males will react.""Oh
Tyler's Point of View After making it into the palace and initially breaking her heat, we ended up in the shower, against the bathroom door, on the bed, and back in the shower before we finally collapsed into an exhausted sleep for the night. When I woke up the next morning, Avril was still asleep. It wouldn't be long before she would awaken, so I got dressed to search for some food. We would need our energy for when the next wave of her heat would hit. As luck would have it, a tray full of food was outside the apartment door. Even better, the quantity of food suggested that either Daemon, Adriana or Thorn had arranged it. I brought the tray back into the main room and set it on the table. There wasn't any sound coming from the bedroom, so I took the opportunity to tidy up the room in case someone entered. I didn't think Avril would like anyone else to see her strewn undergarments. On hearing Avril shift in bed, I went in to see her. She was relaxed, almost as if she wasn't in hea
Avril's Point of View "Make me cum, screaming your name," I demanded Tyler. We were on day two of my first heat, and by the Gods and Goddesses, this mate of mine knew how to pleasure me. He had nipped, licked and bitten his way from my mate mark to my pussy. Now he was busy licking and sucking my clit, and I just wanted him to fuck me already. Tyler was turning me into an insatiable beast, and I was sure it wasn't just the heat. His touch alone was like wildfire, and sex? He was so good that I couldn't get enough of him. "Damn it!" I cried. "I need you in me now!" Sure, he could make me cum just from his mouth alone, but I wanted... No. I needed him inside me. The urge to mate was driving that. Tyler grabbed my hips and lifted them enough so they were on the same level as his shaft. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he fitted himself at the entrance before entering me with one quick movement. It was so deep and hard that I screamed his name. "Tyler!" "I have you screaming my na
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