Daemon's Point of View Aurora's revelation about having Fae blood in my lineage raised some intriguing questions. For starters, unlike Adriana, my eye colour was not even remotely purple. There were no stories of past ancestors having strange colour eyes or even being able to do magic. Also, how would I be able to tell? I know that when Adriana's DNA was tested, it could only state if she was related to Alpha Davide and Luna Mara. It couldn't confirm Fae or Lycan DNA, though the Council of Alphas would be able to tag it now. Still, I probably wouldn't be of the same lineage, and unless they knew the DNA sequence of Faes, I doubt they could confirm if I was descended from Fae or not. If I had been even partially Fae, surely I wouldn't have succumbed to Kree's blood spell, would I? That was still a sore point for me. I doubt I will ever fully be over the damage caused by that spell and the guilt I still feel. Adriana was my soul mate, and I almost lost her. Because of that experienc
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 36 are: Voco ad silentium, (woh-ko ahd see-lehn-tee-oom) Quod te circumdat, (kwod teh keer-koom-daht) Voco ad tenebras, (woh-ko ahd teh-neh-brahs) Quod te celat, (kwod teh keh-laht) Voco ad lucem, (woh-ko ahd loo-kem) Quod per te splendet, (kwod teh splehn-deht) Coniunctim simul, (koh-nee-ook-teem see-mool) Tu potes ab omnibus latere. (too poh-tes ahb om-nee-boos lah-teh-reh) It has been loosely translated it as: I call to the silence, It surrounds you, I call to the darkness, It conceals you. I call to the light, It shines through you, Together as one, You can hide from all. This is the same spell as in Chapter 23. It is written to be used on another person.
Lirael's Point of View It was an honour to be one of the Queen's personal guards chosen for this mission. To think that someone was plotting against the Queen was unthinkable. All of us were determined to find out who was really behind this scheme. Now, the witches from the Mundane Realm had cast a spell that rendered us invisible. The one who cast the spell had reminded us that we were only invisible, as any sound could be detected or movement involving another object could be seen. Captain Aeon had opened the door for us to depart. Before leaving, he told us outside, "I have attached magical recording devices to you. They should be able to pick up any conversations and even visual proof. However, suppose some magical intervention should stop them from recording; in that case, we will still be able to uplift your memory and present that to the Council. Be safe, but find out all who are involved." It was decided that we would look for Neri first. If he was with someone, we would s
Eldon's Point of View Lirael, Sylvan, Elowen and I had found Neri easily enough at a café close to the docks. In very hushed whispered conversations, Elowen and I were to stand behind a tree waiting for Neri to exit the café. Even in the city's poorer areas, there were many trees and green zones. Fae needed to be close to nature. In truth, the poorer areas weren't that poor. The Queen was a fair ruler, and no one went hungry when there was enough food for all. They just didn't have as much wealth or possessions as the higher-class Fae did. The lower class also weren't regular attendants at the Court. On special occasions, the Court would be open to all light Fae for massive banquets on special holidays, but those holidays were for everyone. Those Fae who weren't nobles had no chance to affect governmental policy despite Queen Aurora trying to make it easier for them. So here was Neri, sitting in one of the cafés that most noble-born wouldn't be seen in, and he wasn't with his fat
Elowen's Point of View We followed Neri to a brothel on Pier fourteen. The outside was old and unpainted and looked like it might have been abandoned, except it wasn't falling apart. The insides, however, were obviously high-priced, and I found them to be garish. Painting walls gold and purple, although royal colours, did not make something elegant. Just because something was expensive didn't make it classy. I was surprised to find this was one of Madame Undine's places. Everyone knew she had two places in the city, but it seemed this was a third place privy to a few more select clients. Madame Undine was exceptionally beautiful until you looked into her eyes. There was no warmth there. Rumour had it that she had killed her chosen mate many years ago because he had killed her fated mate. I guess that would make you cold. "Just remember, Master Neri, I require my girls to be able to walk and service other clients after you. If you intend on leaving marks or crippling them, your goin
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 39 are: Finio incantationem meam, (fee-nee-oh in-can-tah-tee-oh-nem may-ahm) Omne imperium ad me revoca. (om-neh im-peh-ree-oom ahd meh reh-woh-kah) It has been loosely translated it as: I finish my incantation, Restore all power to me. When I first learned Latin, I started with Church Latin when I was taken to church services. Once I started learning it in high school, it changed to Classical Latin. I much prefer Classical Latin. Differences between Classical Latin and Church Latin: (Part 1) Classical Latin and Church Latin, also known as Ecclesiastical Latin, have several differences, primarily in terms of pronunciation, vocabulary, and usage. Here are some key distinctions: Pronunciation: Classical Latin: Pronunciation is based on reconstructed phonology from ancient inscriptions, grammatical treatises, and later Latin literature. It typically follows the rules of the classical period. An example of pronunciation is the l
Aeon's Point of View After briefing my four guards, I sent them for some well-earned downtime and immediately requested an audience with my Queen. I was glad none of the others were with me as it would give me time to bask in the gloriousness and beauty that was Queen Aurora. Though I worked hard to hide it, I was totally in love with her. I had been feeling this way about her long before her fated mate was killed. The Royal Consort was one of the most proficient Fae warriors ever. He still continued to fight until his death in a border skirmish. This current problem was not the first time the shield on the border between the two Realms had been encroached by Dark Fae monsters. When he died, I never saw it as a chance for me. Her pain due to his death was so palpable that I wanted to take it away. I wished it could have been me; instead, I would have died, and then she wouldn't be parted from her mate. Throughout the years after his death, I just continued to love her while I prot
Avril's Point of View Tyler and I sat in our lounge, listening to what had happened over the last three days. I still found it hard to believe that three of the Elders were complicit in not only conspiring to overthrow my mother but also working with an unknown benefactor who has the power to fracture the veil surrounding the Light Fae Realm. "Aurora wants us to have dinner with her tonight," Adriana told us. "She has been informed that you and Tyler are out of your heat now and would love for you to join us all. She will invite all of the Elders, including the treasonous ones." "Why would she do that?" I asked. "Isn't that putting her in danger? I have heard of the human adage, 'keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer,' but this is ridiculous." Daemon, Adriana and Thorn filled Tyler and me in on the plan they concocted. The three Elders, who were absolutely loyal, and Farolin, who no one was sure about, requested an audience with Aurora. She knew they were trustwort
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