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
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
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
Adriana's Point of View I went out onto the stage and was greeted with applause from the dark. It was funny how it seemed so dark where the audience was sitting that I couldn't see them. When I sat in the audience, you could see your table and food without a problem. As for the applause, it was nice that I was making a name for myself as a singer and even a songwriter. Life was pretty good at the moment. I just needed to control my mind and focus on life right now. My usual routine was to play for 30-minute blocks and then have a short break before starting another block. I mixed the music selection with covers of quiet background music with some more popular songs. Every now and then, I would add in some original songs I composed during my free time. It was a good routine, and I earned quite a few tips. Tips were the lifeblood of entertainers. I was a very accomplished musician, if I did say so myself, and I had managed to save quite a bit of my earnings. I figured if it turned ou
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
Marc’s Point of ViewThe ceremony hadn’t even started, and already, my patience was wearing thin. Ryan and Lochlan couldn’t keep their damn eyes off Lucienne, and it was taking everything in me not to let Cassius, my Wolf, now Lycan, surge to the surface and make our position clear.It wasn’t just the way they looked at her—the subtle smirks, the lingering glances, the way they angled themselves to be closer to her. It was how they spoke to her, all charm and thinly veiled admiration.“She’s ours,” I growled through the mind-link to Cole.His jaw ticked as he responded, “Trust me, I know. But we can’t afford to lose control. Not tonight.”Cassius rumbled his discontent. He hated that we were holding back and not marking our territory more obviously. But I knew better. Tonight wasn’t about flexing power or giving in to primal instincts. Tonight was about stepping into our new roles as Alphas, showing the pack—and the visiting Alphas—precisely who we were.Still, as I glanced at Lucienn
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