Asher's Point Of View
I 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
Christine's Point Of ViewOur first night in what would be my new home was exciting, to say the least. We shared intimate moment after intimate moment. Asher and I shared what we felt, both emotional and physical sensations, with the mate bond wide open to each other, so each act of love was a beautiful expression of the deep connection and affection we felt. Every touch and glance conveyed love and trust, creating an atmosphere of warmth and closeness.Whether on the bed, shower, or spa, we moved together gently, each gesture a silent promise and a testament to our bond. In our private space, we experienced a profound sense of unity, feeling closer to each other than ever before. This intimate exchange strengthened our relationship, leaving us feeling cherished and deeply connected.Despite being awake throughout much of the night, we j
Christine's Point Of ViewJust when all seemed lost, and I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, the doors burst open with a deafening crash. The sudden noise startled my attacker, and he loosened his grip enough for me to give one last kick with everything I had.It was enough. Released from the death hold around my neck, I crumpled to the floor. Two men came into the room, yelling in Dragonese. It was all so confusing and frightening. Gasping for breath, I shuffled backwards away from the fray. I pushed myself between two chairs, scared and in hiding.It could have been seconds or maybe minutes, but I was vaguely aware of Asher, Adam, Charlotte, and several guards rushing into the room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Asher's eyes, filled with rage and fear, locked onto mine.Before anyone could reach me, the attacker shouted something in Dragonese and then, with a swift motion, he swallowed a pill. The second man, who had been holding a knife, did the same. They both c
Asher's Point of ViewThe moment I saw Rin crumpled on the floor, struggling for breath, something inside me snapped. Rage and fear, an inferno within, drove every action and thought. I held her in my arms, vowing silently that I would not rest until I had eliminated every single Purist responsible for this attack.Now, with Rin resting and the immediate threat dealt with, my mind turned to vengeance. The attack wasn't just an assault on her; it was a declaration of war against our very existence. The Purists had crossed a line, and there would be no forgiveness."Father, we need to talk," I said, my voice barely controlled. I had asked him and the others to remain behind once I had put Rin to bed. Two Dragon-Shifter warriors were outside the door, accompanied by two Wolf-Shifter warriors. Despite this, I was not going to leave her on he
Asher's Point of ViewThe state visit with Daemon and Adriana became longer than initially planned. They had originally intended to stay a maximum of a week, but it was not just a visit to meet long-lost family anymore. The most important thing in my mind was the mating ceremony between Rin and me. That would be happening later this evening. Right now, we were awaiting visitors.I was standing at the grand entrance of our Weir, watching the arrival of emissaries from the Fae, Vampire, and other Shifter communities. I felt a sense of purpose and resolve I'd never felt before. This wasn't just about revenge anymore; it was about building a future where Rin and all our people could live without fear.I turned to Rin, who was standing beside me, her hand tightly gripping mine. "We can do this. You know that, right?" I ask, my voice low and s
Asher's Point of ViewI was finally officially mated to Rin—my Princess. The Princess of Dragons. It felt so good to finally call her and to know she was mine.I could barely contain my excitement as I carried her over the mountains to a secluded spot that no one but my father and I knew about. We would spend the night out here by ourselves, enjoying each other while the rest of the kingdom celebrated our mating ceremony.Rin was going to be a bit of a handful, I could already tell. She had been on edge ever since she was attacked, but with the arrival of all of our new allies, she was far more relaxed.With all that had happened lately, there had not been time to spend one-on-one with Rin. Both my Dragon and I were missing it. I grinned, thinking about it. Tonight, I would be taking her many
Christine's Point of ViewAsher and I arrived back from our short honeymoon. It was only one night in the secluded love nest, but there wasn't a lot of sleep happening. I just hoped that I was awake enough for this meeting.The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Representatives from the Fae, Vampire, and Shifter communities had arrived before the mating ceremony. Now, they were settling in to help with the upcoming conflict.Each representative brought their own strengths and resources. We set up a command centre in a room exiting off the grand hall, with maps and plans spread out across the table. It was a hive of activity, with everyone focused on one goal: defeating the Purists.Only a select few Dragon Shifters, including Asher, his father, Alarik, Sable, and Talon, were allowed
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