Lucienne's Point of ViewAn excited tension was in the air as Marc, Cole, and I entered the bedroom. After training, I had whispered that I was ready to complete the mating bond. Marc had suggested that we shower together and take it from there.The thought of mating with them sent a tingle down my spine, sending all kinds of signals southward. Both guys were eyeing me hungrily, and Marc's claws were extended slightly. He was barely holding onto it! Control by a thread."What do you want to do, my love?" asked Cole."You," I answered. "I want to do both of you." As I stood there, I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks, my face turning a deep shade of red. My brazen comment sent a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over me, making my skin tingle with heat.Cole stepped behind me without another word. He turned me to face a mirror, his movements deliberate and purposeful. I felt the light brush of his fingers as he gripped the hem of my shirt, a silent request rather than a forceful dema
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs we collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, I felt the bond between us thrumming with an intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Their touch had ignited something primal within me, but the deep connection of our souls—woven together by the Goddess herself—left me trembling. The sensation was overwhelming, as though my heart, mind, and essence had been fused with theirs.Marc shifted to lie on his side, his arm draped lazily over me, while Cole reclined against the headboard, his chest rising and falling heavily. None of us spoke; words felt unnecessary after such intimacy.But soon, a strange tension rippled through the air.Marc's hand, warm against my skin just moments ago, clenched suddenly. He groaned, his body tensing as his brow furrowed in discomfort. Cole's jaw tightened, and his breathing became shallow as he rubbed at his arms like they were aflame."What's wrong?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow, worry coursing
Cole's Point of ViewThe warmth of the morning sun barely filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the packhouse as I stepped out onto the balcony, my muscles still humming with residual energy. Last night's run through the forest with Marc and Lucienne had been like nothing I'd ever experienced. Completing the mate bond with Lucienne had already left me feeling whole in a way I couldn't describe, but shifting into my Lycan form? That was something else entirely.I leaned against the railing, staring out over the clearing. Every part of me felt sharper now—my senses heightened, my body stronger, and my instincts more primal. I'd heard stories about Lycans, of course—their strength, agility, the uncompromising dominance they commanded. But no story could've prepared me for what it actually felt like.I heard footsteps behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Marc coming through the French doors. He stepped out onto the balcony, already dressed and looking a
Eighteen 1/2 Years Ago Mara's Point of View One by one, I felt the devastating loss of every member of my pack, their lives extinguished by a vicious attack. All of them. Every single one of them. My world shattered into three hundred and sixty-eight pieces exactly. "Mara! You must go straight to Mitchell and Alana. They will protect you," were the last words I heard from my beloved mate Davide as he mind-linked me. "Davide!" I screamed back at him across the mental void. "Davide! Why have you left us?" My mate Davide, my Alpha, my love, had fallen too, leaving me with a grief that cut deeper than any physical wound. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't surrender to it. Not yet. Not with our unborn daughter relying on me for survival. Our entire pack was wiped out within an hour of them attacking. Rogues, from what I had managed to hear from the mind-links before it all went silent. What if I had not been out of the pack that day for a routine doctor's appointment?. Davide ha
Adriana's Point of View Six Months Ago I was turning 18 in a few months, but I wanted to get a job as a musician. There was no opportunity for that to happen if I only stayed within the pack. Luckily, a friend of my mother, James, owned a restaurant, and even though I was underage, he said I could play the piano at night. I really wanted to get out of the pack and perform not only covers but also my own music. Being an Omega meant being at the bottom of the heirarchy ladder. Unfortunately, I didn't have friends because my mother had home-schooled me instead of sending me to the pack school. Not having friends was hard when I was growing up, but there were some bonuses. Frankly, I think I got a better education than the others. My mother told me I was home-schooled because my eyes were the colour of amethysts, like hers. It was very rare, and I had to keep it a secret. I didn't quite understand what she meant by special, but she told me bad people would kill me if they found out. If
Daemon's Point of View Looking out the window, I was trying to take my mind off the current dispute I was having. The gardens were well-kempt, and the outside street was free of rubbish. Various wolves and Omegas were walking past, going about their daily lives. All of them were completely unaware of what was happening in the packhouse. Most of them were clueless about what goes on behind the scenes to create a successful pack. With increasing irritation, I turned back to deal with this argument. I could feel my anger rising, and I was close to losing my temper and destroying something. How dare Mitchell try and pressure me into this. Was I not the Alpha? Was I not capable of making my own choices? I bet my mother Alana put him up to this. All she is interested in is having grandchildren, so she probably pressured Mitchell into this. "Daemon! Son! Please listen to me! You need to find your mate," he said to me. I know my father was trying to reason with me, but he just didn't get i
Daemon's Point of View My father wanted me to find my mate, and it was going to get problematic if I didn't at least look. I still didn't think I needed one yet, although my wolf Theo disagreed. "I felt her about three months ago, and then she disappeared," he said. "I need to go find her soon." Yes, Theo was able to talk to me. We could hold conversations in our head, though sometimes it was like talking to a child. Talking to your wolf was something only those who had the Alpha gene could do. In normal werewolves, their wolf aspects did not speak to their human counterparts; they only made them aware through intense feelings. It also meant that those packs led by someone who didn't have the Alpha gene were at a disadvantage. Usually, an Alpha would come and take over. Some very harsh Alphas made a point of taking over other's territories, but I wasn't like that. As for finding my Luna, I did go and look around our pack for her as Theo suggested, but I didn't see her. Considerin
Adriana's Point of View I looked in the mirror to check that my hair, makeup and coloured contact lens were still okay before I left. I had to be careful to ensure no one saw me without the coloured lens. I had violet eyes, and that was extremely rare. My mother had homeschooled for this reason. She wouldn't explain why I had to keep my eyes coloured, other than to say it was a life or death situation. One last check. Everything was looking good, so I was off out the door. Tonight I had work. Six months ago, I managed to get a job at the Luna restaurant. Not only was it my first job, but it also wasn't a difficult job, and I used my music skills. The owner and all staff members were werewolves. Still, we also catered to many human customers who were totally unaware of us. It was a fantastic gig as I loved being a musician, and I enjoyed most of it. Only most of it, though. What I didn't like about it was getting hit on by over-entitled male customers. Just because I was an entertai
Cole's Point of ViewThe warmth of the morning sun barely filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the packhouse as I stepped out onto the balcony, my muscles still humming with residual energy. Last night's run through the forest with Marc and Lucienne had been like nothing I'd ever experienced. Completing the mate bond with Lucienne had already left me feeling whole in a way I couldn't describe, but shifting into my Lycan form? That was something else entirely.I leaned against the railing, staring out over the clearing. Every part of me felt sharper now—my senses heightened, my body stronger, and my instincts more primal. I'd heard stories about Lycans, of course—their strength, agility, the uncompromising dominance they commanded. But no story could've prepared me for what it actually felt like.I heard footsteps behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Marc coming through the French doors. He stepped out onto the balcony, already dressed and looking a
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs we collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, I felt the bond between us thrumming with an intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Their touch had ignited something primal within me, but the deep connection of our souls—woven together by the Goddess herself—left me trembling. The sensation was overwhelming, as though my heart, mind, and essence had been fused with theirs.Marc shifted to lie on his side, his arm draped lazily over me, while Cole reclined against the headboard, his chest rising and falling heavily. None of us spoke; words felt unnecessary after such intimacy.But soon, a strange tension rippled through the air.Marc's hand, warm against my skin just moments ago, clenched suddenly. He groaned, his body tensing as his brow furrowed in discomfort. Cole's jaw tightened, and his breathing became shallow as he rubbed at his arms like they were aflame."What's wrong?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow, worry coursing
Lucienne's Point of ViewAn excited tension was in the air as Marc, Cole, and I entered the bedroom. After training, I had whispered that I was ready to complete the mating bond. Marc had suggested that we shower together and take it from there.The thought of mating with them sent a tingle down my spine, sending all kinds of signals southward. Both guys were eyeing me hungrily, and Marc's claws were extended slightly. He was barely holding onto it! Control by a thread."What do you want to do, my love?" asked Cole."You," I answered. "I want to do both of you." As I stood there, I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks, my face turning a deep shade of red. My brazen comment sent a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over me, making my skin tingle with heat.Cole stepped behind me without another word. He turned me to face a mirror, his movements deliberate and purposeful. I felt the light brush of his fingers as he gripped the hem of my shirt, a silent request rather than a forceful dema
Marc's Point of ViewLucienne was seated between Cole and me, indulging in what could only be described as a hearty brunch. Plates of food surrounded us, a mix of proteins, fruits, and carbs piled high. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer amount she managed to put away, each bite purposeful and efficient. It wasn't about enjoying the meal; it was about refuelling her body after pushing herself—and us—to the limit during training.Given her activity level, it made sense that she needed so much sustenance, but it was still impressive to witness. She ate without hesitation, her appetite matching the energy she exuded on the training field. Cole and I weren't far behind her, our own plates stacked high as we tried to replenish what we'd burned off.It wasn't just the quantity; it was the unspoken understanding that this was part of the life we led. As Alphas and warriors, our bodies were machines that required maintenance, and food was fuel. Still, watching Lucienne, I found myself qu
Marc's Point of ViewLucienne was seated between Cole and me, indulging in what could only be described as a hearty brunch. Plates of food surrounded us, a mix of proteins, fruits, and carbs piled high. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer amount she managed to put away, each bite purposeful and efficient. It wasn't about enjoying the meal; it was about refuelling her body after pushing herself—and us—to the limit during training.Given her activity level, it made sense that she needed so much sustenance, but it was still impressive to witness. She ate without hesitation, her appetite matching the energy she exuded on the training field. Cole and I weren't far behind her, our own plates stacked high as we tried to replenish what we'd burned off.It wasn't just the quantity; it was the unspoken understanding that this was part of the life we led. As Alphas and warriors, our bodies were machines that required maintenance, and food was fuel. Still, watching Lucienne, I found myself qu
Lucienne's Point of ViewI tilted my head, letting a slow, knowing smile spread across my lips. "Why are you so determined for Marc and Cole to set aside their fated mate and choose your daughter? You're so desperate, Elizabeth, that you would threaten my life. So certain that you're owed something you and your daughter were never destined for. What's it like knowing you weren't fated to the Alpha after all these years of scheming? All that effort, all those lies, and still—" I paused for effect, meeting her eyes with steely defiance. "The Moon Goddess never chose you."Her jaw clenched, and I saw the flicker of fury she tried to suppress. "Don't presume to lecture me about what I deserve," she hissed. "I was with the Alpha before he met his fated mate, and I am Luna now. I've earned my place—""Earned?" I interrupted, arching a brow. "Do you even hear yourself? I'll say it again: the Moon Goddess didn't choose you. No amount of manipulation or deceit can change that. He rejected you
Lucienne's Point of ViewI woke to the soothing warmth of two strong arms wrapped protectively around me; my body cocooned between Marc and Cole. The steady rhythm of their breathing was a balm to my restless soul, a rare moment of tranquillity after the chaos of the last few days. For now, at least, the world outside could wait. The unspoken agreement between us was clear—just the comfort of presence, nothing more. Yet, as I lay there, watching the first golden rays of dawn seep through the edges of the heavy curtains, my mind churned with a storm of thoughts I couldn't quite silence.A faint tingling coursed through the marks on my neck, a physical echo of the bond we'd made the night before. I let my fingers drift over them absentmindedly, their presence grounding me while also stirring something deeper—a strange mix of vulnerability and unshakable strength. The connection hummed beneath my fingertips, a rope that bound us together in ways that words never could."What's going on i
Cole's Point of ViewLucienne's breath caught, her heartbeat quickening, but she didn't pull away. The world around them seemed to still, the quiet of the room amplifying the thrum of her pulse in her ears.Then, with an uncharacteristic yet wholly captivating hesitance, I leaned down. My lips met hers in a kiss so soft and unhurried that it felt like time had paused to savour the moment. The kiss was chaste, a gentle melding of lips that carried no urgency, only a silent promise.Lucienne moaned, her lips opening slightly. My cock harden, making my jeans tight. The moan nearly made me come in my pants. That was enough of an invitation for me to deepen the kiss—our tongues sparring.When I finally withdrew, my forehead rested lightly against hers, my breath mingling in the shared silence. I closed my eyes to focus on reducing my arousal. Lucienne's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling from the ghost of my touch, and for a moment, all the chaos and uncertainty in her world faded away
Marc's Point of View"What's your relationship with the Royal Family?" I asked, leaning towards Lucienne. I took note of the rare colour of her eyes. How could I have not noticed the stunning colour? It was the same as the Royal Family, but I had also noticed that two others in their entourage had the same shade of purple. There was another who had a deeper, darker purple.Suddenly, her eyes glazed over, and she was obviously mind-linking someone. I wondered who. I was an Alpha Wolf, and we were possessive creatures at best, and I had seen how close she was with Prince Cedric. I really hoped she wasn't in a relationship with him. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to be a nice guy, but I would hate him if she were with him."There's something you should know. About who I am," Lucienne stated. "I am here with my parents and twin brother, Cedric.""Cedric. As in… Crown Prince Cedric?" asked Cole, to which Lucienne nodded. "That makes you. I mean… Your Highness?""Stop right there!"