Christine's Point Of View
I couldn't believe it. Both Daemon and I were not only ascended from Wolf Shifters but also from Dragon Shifters. To say that I was excited would be understated. Finally something was happening to me, and there was the probability of an adventure.
"I might be able to shed some light on that," Mum said. "There was a story told to me by my Mum. She said that her mother was kept from her fated mate by his people. They wouldn't allow them to stay together. My grandmother and her fated mate had obviously been together for enough time for her to go into heat, be mated, and get pregnant with my mother. She had to give birth without her mate there and died of a broken heart in the end. It was tragic."
It was decided that Mum would go and get her DNA test as well to determine whether our Dragon ancestry came from her or
Christine's Point Of ViewThe sun had barely risen as we embarked on our journey to the remote town where Agatha supposedly lived. My excitement kept me wide awake despite the early hours. We were travelling by SUV, of which Daemon had lent us three of them. With only nine of us, we would be transported in comfort.Beside me sat Hannah, the witch who had agreed to come along, who seemed calm and focused. Our driver was one of the six Royal Pack warriors. Richard was in the lead SUV with two warriors, while the remaining three were in the final vehicle.The six warriors and Richard, our Royal Guard, surrounded us in a defensive formation, as protective as possible while travelling this way. It felt both empowering and a bit overwhelming to have such an entourage.We reached the small town by e
Christine's Point Of ViewAgatha's hatred for shifters was born from those traumatic experiences, making it difficult for her to trust anyone from the shifter communities, let alone help them.Sitting here in Agatha's living room, I tried to digest everything she had shared with us. It was certainly an emotional rollercoaster, ranging from sadness, some anger, all the way to astounded. She had been through a lot in her long life, and to learn that it was at the hands of Wolf Shifters both angered and saddened me."I understand why you might be reluctant to help us," I said softly, my voice filled with empathy. "Your story is heartbreaking, and I'm truly sorry for what you've endured. But this is important to us, to understand our lineage and perhaps even to make amends for the wrongs of the past."
Christine's Point Of ViewAfter leaving Agatha's house, we went to Ernesto's, one of the two restaurants in this little town. For such a small place, there were quite a few shops and eateries. The number rivalled our own pack village, and I would guestimate that we had more pack members than residents in this town."How many residents are in this town?" I asked the waitress when she delivered our drinks."Around 350, I think," she answered, "But we have tourists in the summer and winter months. In summer, they come for nature walks and treks. The scenery is something, is it not?"I nodded, even though I really hadn't taken much notice. Our own pack lands were surrounded by similar surroundings, with the benefit of no humans.Taking my nod in
Asher's Point Of ViewLeaving the ancient building on the mountainside behind, I couldn't shake off the unease simmering beneath my excitement. The journey to the Royal Pack with Christine and her entourage felt like stepping into a new world filled with potential challenges and unknowns. Despite my outward calm, the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on my mind.It took us all day and well into the night because we reached the Royal Pack. During that time, Christine and I got to know each other. Talking was all we could do, considering the witch, Hannah, was in the vehicle with us. I was ready and willing to mate and mark Christine, but it would have to wait.From what I could see from the vehicle, the Royal Pack's lands were vast, with sprawling forests and well-maintained buildings. Its lands were far more extensive than our wei
Christine's Point Of View"Let me mark you and love you forever," Asher entreated me."I would like that," I whispered. I wanted him so much, but until now, he hadn't made a move. I wasn't sure if he was holding off because of my overbearing brother or if he wasn't genuinely interested in me. Just because we were fated to each other didn't mean it would be a perfect relationship.Asher put one arm around my waist and held me close. His other hand caressed my cheek and chin. At his touch, the tingle of mini electric shocks swept across my skin, right to my core. Mother had once described what it was like, but her description didn't even come close to reality.The touch of Asher's hand increased my arousal, my core dripping in response. I felt like I would combust if he didn't do something soon
Agatha's Point Of ViewFor centuries, I had kept my distance from shifters. The wounds inflicted by Ralph's betrayal had never fully healed, and my heart had become encased in a fortress of mistrust and sorrow. Yet, as I spent more time with Daemon and Adriana, the Royal Pack's leaders, I found the walls I had so carefully constructed beginning to crack.My days at the Royal Pack started to blend together in a comfortable routine. Each morning, I would wander through the lush gardens surrounding the castle, the vibrant colours and sweet scents offering a soothing balm to my weary soul. It was during one of these morning strolls that Daemon first approached me, a curious glint in his eye."Good morning, Agatha," he greeted me warmly. "I hope you're finding everything to your liking here."I no
Asher's Point Of ViewI had been with our pack for a few weeks now, and during that time, we had been focusing on finding out if Rin had any latent elemental magic. It had been tough for her, and at times, based on her emotions, I was sure she thought there wasn't a smidgen of magic talent within her.Today, we were going to a picnic spot beside the lake on the Silver Wolf Pack side. The place is incredibly serene and beautiful. The Silver Wolf Pack side offers stunning views of the tranquil waters and lush green surroundings. It's a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy nature's beauty. The calming sounds of the water and the refreshing breeze make it an ideal setting for a relaxing day out.I wanted her to focus on the fire element, as I was so optimistic about it, annoyingly so, as she told me. We had been out here for about two hours. Jus
Christine's Point Of ViewPacking for the trip to the Mountain Weir was both exciting and nerve-wracking. I stood before my wardrobe, a myriad of emotions swirling within me. The anticipation of meeting King Drake, my great-grandfather, Aldrik, and the unknowns of Asher's home made it hard to focus. Rows of clothes hung neatly, yet I felt utterly at a loss."Asher, what should I pack?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. I glanced over my shoulder at him, hoping for some guidance. "What will it be like there?"Asher walked over, his presence always a calming force. He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "It'll be colder on the journey since we're nearing winter," he explained, gently taking my hand. "There'll already be snow in the mountains."He led me to the window,
Well, that one's finished. There is more to come in the series, along with some of the smaller stories, which are exceptionally important. Of the five major books in the series, there is only one left when Cedric goes looking for his mate. Of the smaller ones like Dragon Princess, there are another 4 that come before the 5th book. Like Dragon Princess, these 3 come before Book 4. I just haven't written the smaller ones in order.- Into the Light- A Love eternal- My Omega, My Mate The smaller book that comes between Books 4 and 5 is called Redemption, and it follows Michaela's journey. >>>>When I finished writing Book 4, I started rewriting Book 1 to make it better. It will be made available on May 1st on A****n. Although there is a remarkable difference in the number of words (37,000), there were no plot changes. I am currently rewriting Book 2, and there are minute changes to the plot. Things I wished I put in there after I had already started publishing. Once I've finished re
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp and filled with the gentle hum of conversation as the dining hall came alive. It was the day of farewells, and though my heart felt heavy at the thought of parting from my family and friends, the love and laughter filling the room helped to keep the sadness at bay.The large oak table was laden with food—platters of eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and jugs of juice and coffee. My mates, Marc and Cole, sat on either side of me, their presence grounding me.I glanced around the room, engraving every detail into my memory, knowing these moments would sustain me in the months ahead. My parents sat at the head of the table with their usual regal poise, though the warmth in their gazes betrayed their pride and love. My mother’s hand rested gently on my father’s, a gesture of the eternal love they shared.My siblings surrounded them, each one a piece of my heart I would carry with me. My twin and other half, Cedric, ever the leader, wore
Point of ViewI released him, only to pick up where I left off. Soon enough, they were both naked, their bodies crafted to perfection by the Moon Goddess. I watched with pure satisfaction as Cole stroked himself. Marc bent me forward before kneeling down to worship my dripping pussy. My face was now level with the object of my desire—Cole's engorged shaft.Pre-cum formed on the tip, enticing me. My tongue flicked the tip, tasting him. The rich, smooth taste of chocolate contrasted with the sweet taste of orange. My favourite. Cole groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.My hips bucked instinctively when Marc buried his face between my thighs, his expert tongue finding that sweet spot I'd missed so much. He lapped at me with increasing fervour, bringing me to the brink and then backing off, prolonging the delicious agony.As he slid two lubed fingers inside my back hole, curling them upwards towards my G-spot, a sound slipped out of me before I could sto
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe air buzzed with anticipation as the pack gathered beneath the silver glow of the half-moon. The courtyard of the pack house had been transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty—magical Fae lights draped from the trees thanks to Aunty Avril and Aunty Alise, their glow soft and warm against the deepening twilight. The scent of fresh roses and lilacs filled the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy scent of the forest.Tonight, I would become the heart of the Howling Moon Pack, their Luna. My heart raced as I glanced around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and family, along with some of the pack members I had met. Most were warriors, but since I encouraged everyone to train, I was coming to know all of them.My parents stood near the front of the gathered crowd, regal and proud. My father would preside over the ceremony, a rare and significant honour. Beside him, my mother, looking every bit the Queen she was, offered me a soft, reassuring smile.O
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe faint scent of jasmine and lavender lingered in the room as I finished my morning counselling session with Dr. Simeon. The discussions were helping more than I had expected. Though the wounds were far from healed, they didn’t feel as raw as before. Dr. Simeon’s steady presence and gentle insights were like a balm to my battered soul.After our session, I made my way to the pack house’s office, where Marc and Cole were waiting. Their bond with me had only grown stronger in the past few days. They were incredibly supportive, often attending sessions with Dr. Simeon to better understand how to help me. Their patience and steady reassurance made me feel like I wasn’t facing this alone.Although we hadn’t had sex since coming back, I slept next to them every night. I felt I was ready to take our relationship to the next phase towards normality. One of those was leading the pack.“I think Annabelle would make an excellent temporary Gamma,” I said, taking a seat
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as I made my way to the pack house dining room. My conversation with Marc and Cole last night had settled some of my nerves, but the weight of everything I’d endured still pressed heavily on my chest. I tried to push it aside, to focus on the warmth of their steady presence beside me, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same point: I couldn’t keep bottling everything up.I needed to talk to my mother. As a child, there were times when only a mother’s hug and gentle words would fix everything. I found her sitting on a reading bench in the main room.“Lucienne,” she said, her voice warm yet carrying the natural authority she wielded effortlessly. She gestured for me to sit across from her. “I was just about to have some coffee. Would you care to join me?”I settled into the seat beside her, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from her cup. “Coffee sounds good,” I replied, though my voice
Marc’s Point of ViewThe room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the space, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, like the calm before a storm. Cole sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tension palpable even in the subdued light. I stood near the dresser, absently folding the shirt I had discarded earlier, my eyes fixed on Lucienne. She stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared into the night.My fingers moved methodically, smoothing out the fabric of the shirt, creasing it along lines I didn’t care about but couldn’t stop obsessing over. Fold the sleeve inward. Match the edges perfectly. Smooth again. The shirt had already been folded three times, but it gave my hands something to do, a way to release the restlessness building in my chest.Cassius was pacing in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my every thought. “Comfort her. Go to her. Hold her.” H
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos