All Chapters of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

Daemon's Point of View "Hey, birthday boy!" I said to Tyler. "Hey, Daemon," he replied, "did you make reservations?" "Of course," I answered. "Our sisters and Adam are coming with us, so it will be the six of us tonight." "Wait 'til you see the pianist," he started. "She's a babe. I mean, she is a very talented musician. What am I saying? She is hot! Her name is Adriana, and she is tall and slim with an arse that begs to be smacked. I might have to stay in the city tonight to ensure she gets home safely. Just sayin'." Tyler continued to describe the main physical attributes of this cute pianist who was working there. It was a female, so of course he was interested. Thanks to Theo, it was no use even bothering to look at other females. However, that was not why I was interested. Apart from being very talented and exceptionally easy on the eyes, Tyler said she was also a werewolf. That rang bells, and I had to check the register earlier today. I thought it strange that the pianis

Adriana's Point of View Alpha Daemon growled, "Who are you talking to, and why are you blocking my mind-link?" I could only just stare open-mouthed at him. He had followed me into my dressing room, so I was sure he knew I was his mate. It was easy to see that he was not happy about it. What little part of my brain that was working was wondering if I was tongue-tied because he was incredibly handsome or something else. I knew Alpha Daemon was tall, but his stature was almost overpowering. Almost, but not entirely. Now that I was close to him, I could see his clothes stretched across his broad shoulders and chest. There were taut muscles underneath his clothes, and I was getting hot just thinking about seeing his body. Everything about him was immaculate. What on Earth was the Goddess thinking when she matched the two of us as fated mates? This was probably what he was thinking too. "Ummmm," I said, not entirely knowing what I was going to say or do to answer him. How was I supposed