Christine's Point Of View
The 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,
Christine's Point Of ViewIt was lunchtime on the second part of our journey, and we stopped by the roadside to stretch our legs and eat a light lunch. This would be the last stop until we reached the Mountain Weir. It was known in the ancient tongue of Dragonese as Fjallvirki.(Pronunciation: FYAT-tl-veer-kee)Asher was teaching me their native language, which was still predominantly spoken in the Weir, although English had been learnt by the highly educated and those families who had family members whose job it was to navigate the human world.The golden light of the afternoon sun bathed the rugged mountains surrounding us as our group finally reached the entrance to the Weir. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of magnificent - an ancient stone temple seamlessly integrated
Marc's' Point of ViewAfter training, I followed up on my mind link to Cole and gathered the younger members, including those who had looked hopeful during Cole's speech. Since none were warriors, I had to mind-link them to return to meet me in the training hall.When they arrived, the hall buzzed with nervous energy as they exchanged glances. It took patience and a lot of careful words, but eventually, they opened up. Beatrice and her posse left a lasting mark on this group, which was mainly composed of young teenage females. I could see the instilled fear and self-doubt. Many shifted uncomfortably, casting wary glances around as they finally shared their stories, revealing the extent of Beatrice's manipulation and cruelty."It's true," one of the younger females, Mallory, said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted around the group before landing on me with a mix of fear and relief. "Beatrice and Michaela… they make life difficult for anyone they disapprove of, especiall
Cole's Point of ViewFirst thing in the morning, we sought out Danielle's mother, Stephanie. "We found our mate last night, and she is friends with Danielle," said Marc."Congratulations," she answered. "Danielle stayed with her friends last night. Which one of her friends is your mate?""Her name is Lucienne," I gushed.Raising her left eyebrow, she warned, "You will have a strong Luna indeed. Be prepared for changes. She is not one to mince words, and there are some things that happen around here she will not like. She has a high moral compass."Good. I wasn't worried because things needed to change around here.After breakfast, as the warriors and many other pack members who were training with them gathered for a routine training session, I took the opportunity to address them. The non-warrior pack members would also include many females, although it wasn't compulsory for them to train, as it was for the men.The decision to integrate females into training had been our idea and had
Marc's Point of ViewAs I watched Lucienne stride out of the club, her every step brimming with authority, I felt like a force of nature had passed through. She was fierce, with a powerful presence that was impossible to ignore. The way she stood up to us, unyielding—that kind of strength was rare. And beneath it all, she was breathtaking, her beauty undeniable even as her words cut sharp.Cole stood beside me, his gaze fixed on the empty doorway Lucienne had just walked through. His jaw was tense as if he were trying to hold back the swell of emotion that had overtaken him. He swallowed, a flicker of something like awe passing over his features, and then he finally spoke, his voice low and almost reverent. "Our mate… she's incredible." He ran a hand over his face as if trying to piece together what he'd just witnessed. "I mean, I always imagined my mate would be strong, but Lucienne… she's beyond anything I could've pictured."He turned to me, his eyes searching mine as if hoping I'd
Lucienne's Point of ViewOur parents had finally arrived. They were staying on the same floor but in a different suite further down the hallway. No doubt, members of their entourage would be either in the same suite or next door.Cedric and I left Aaron with Danielle in case she woke up and wanted to know where we were. I could hear the soft rustle of her breathing, gentle and rhythmic, with an occasional deeper inhalation. Her heart resonated faintly, a steady thrum. Listening to someone sleeping was like tuning in to a delicate symphony of subtle noises. As we stepped into the suite, I could see it was set out and decorated like ours. The living area was spacious, featuring an oversized sectional couch adorned with plush pillows, perfectly arranged around a glass coffee table gleaming under a stylish chandelier's light. I could see my parents, Queen Adriana and King Daemon, seated together on one of the sofas, their regal presence commanding the room. My mother radiated grace, her
Lucienne's Point of View"Enough!" I bellowed. The room went silent as I let my Alpha aura ripple out, filling the space. The banshee's sneer disappeared, replaced by shock and fear as she and Eric fell to their knees under the weight of my command.My Alpha aura was so intense that it made my mother and father bow down under its weight. This was one of the reasons my brother offered me the crown. At a young age, I accepted that Cedric, as the firstborn, would be the Lycan King. I was happy with that. I might have been stronger and faster, but I loved him so much that I would protect him."I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I don't. Tolerate. Bullies," I said coldly, my voice sharp and steady. "Don't you ever touch anyone I care about again!""Her name is Beatrice," Danielle said quietly. "She is the daughter of Luna Elizabeth."I don't give a fuck who she is," I answered. "As I said… I don't tolerate bullies, especially when they hurt someone who is like family to me and
Lucienne's Point of View"Everyone else knew," Eric said, admitting there was a problem in the pack that the twins knew nothing about.Evidently, their future roles as Alphas required more than physical strength or inherited titles—they demanded awareness, responsibility, and a willingness to confront uncomfortable truths. These future Alphas looked totally clueless, and if they were to lead properly, they needed to step up and quickly."Before we go any further, which one of you is Marc and which of you is Cole?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as I studied them closely. They were almost identical, but there were differences. I also realised they didn't know my name, so I introduced myself. I didn't mention any titles, just my first name.They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, t
Lucienne's Point of ViewArriving at the Howling Moon Pack should have been an uncomplicated affair. The plan was straightforward: we would gather at a shifter nightclub just on the edge of the pack's territory. It was our friend Danielle's eighteenth birthday—a momentous occasion to be celebrated with the companionship of cherished friends. Hopefully, she would find her mate, making it even better.After the celebrations, we were to cross into the pack lands alongside my parents. Once inside, I would be assessing the pack's warriors and their skills. I envisioned a couple of carefree days filled with camaraderie and laughter, reconnecting with friends amidst the rugged, blue-tinged mountains that cradled the pack.However, experience had taught me that simplicity was often an illusion in our world, and as I would soon discover, the weekend held surprises that could shift everything in ways I hadn't anticipated.There was also Mason, son of Beta-Prince Tyler and Princess Avril, and Ka
Lucienne's Point of ViewI stood at the edge of the training grounds, my gaze riveted to the towering figures locked in intense sparring at the heart of the clearing. The air was thick with the sounds of grunting and the sharp thud of bodies colliding, each strike resonating with a raw energy that sent a thrill through me.As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, the long shadows of the combatants stretched dramatically across the parched earth, their silhouettes stretching and twisting like dark, animated shapes in the fading light. The fiery hues of dusk bathed the scene in a warm, golden glow, casting a magical atmosphere that ignited a fierce determination within me.I felt a surge of emotions rising to the surface—an unexpected mix of admiration, longing, and an aching desire to join their ranks and push beyond my limits. Each movement they made displayed skill and a testament to the relentless quest for strength and mastery that stirred something deep within my soul.I'd spent ye
Happy New Year everyone!I am starting to post Book 4. I am partway through the book and hoping to finish it before I go back to work at the end of January.I hope you enjoy the story of Princess Lucienne, a strong female character who finds love with two men who are confident within themselves and want to raise her up, not pull her down.