Adriana’s Point of View The air was crisp, carrying a sense of purpose and anticipation as I walked the short journey to the pack house. It was a spectacular morning sky. The sun cast a warm glow upon the pack house grounds. My first duty of the day was to meet with Adam, Tyler and Perry. "Luna," "My Queen." "Morning, gentlemen," I greeted them, my voice steady and laced with confidence. "What do we have planned for today?" "First of all, I wish you would reconsider living in your mother's house," said Tyler. "I know you didn't want to stay here because of what happened with Daemon, but hear me out. It would be closer to the Royal Guard and the office; regardless, you are our Luna." I shook my head at Tyler, saying, " I am not ready for that yet." I wanted to cut off that conversation at the head. Until such time that Daemon was awake and able to confirm or deny his rejection, I would not be moving back to the packhouse. Adam stepped forward with his commanding presence, exud

Adriana’s Point of View In the following week or so, I divided my mornings between looking after the twins, spending time at Daemon's bedside, and dealing with Luna duties. However, Tyler thankfully did much of the work. In the afternoons, I spent time learning about the monarchy and discussing the upcoming coronation with Perry, and finally, training with my guards. Life was exhausting. I diligently engaged in the training sessions with my guards, pushing ourselves to new limits. It was vital as I needed to make sure I could defend myself, especially with Kree still out there. I didn't know how many packs she had managed to turn against me, but the Council of Alphas was out there investigating. A new liaison would be coming along soon to replace Perry. As the guards and I honed our skills, Adam observed our progress discerningly, noting how remarkably the guards' skills were developing. He marvelled at their dedication and expressed his admiration for the strides they had made. Th

Adriana’s Point of View "I am so sorry," Daemon said, almost in tears. "I tried so hard to fight against that bitch's demands, but I was weak, and I couldn't. I never wanted to reject you. That wasn't me. Please..." I raised my hand to stop Daemon from talking. This was what I had waited almost four weeks to hear. This was everything I wished for. I was still his mate and Luna, although I noticed he was a pale shade of his former self. Observing Daemon's physique, I noticed that his once muscular frame seemed to have diminished, his shoulders slumping, and his eyes lacking their usual spark. It was evident that the length of his comatose state and the burden of his actions had taken a toll on him. As soon as I entered the Daemon's room, Calliope informed me that she couldn't hear Theo. My heart had raced as I had listened to Calliope's words. I didn't know if Daemon could handle losing Theo. A strong Alpha required a strong wolf. Theo was one of the strongest. I had worried that t

Adriana’s Point of View Daemon and I walked from the Medical Centre to the pack house, chatting about everything and nothing. "I think we should upgrade the Medical Centre to a pack hospital," I said. "We could talk to Tyler and Perry about what is needed to upgrade it," Daemon replied. The thought of upgrading reminded me of something I hadn't mentioned to Daemon. "Daemon, when the Royal Guards took a blood oath to protect me, the entire pack felt it. They became the Royal Pack, which means that every single member of this pack is stronger than all the rest." Daemon nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "That's a significant boost in our defences. That may also mean our bond isn't as broken as we thought." I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at his words. Of the many worries I had over the past month, wondering how Daemon would cope if it did turn out I was the next Queen was one of them. "We have an advantage that no other pack has," I said. "With this newfou

Daemon’s Point of View I felt invigorated now that the bond between Adriana and me was fully connected again. Theo was finally communicating with me again, letting me know in no uncertain terms how he felt about rejecting our mate. While Theo understood on one level why it had happened, he couldn't fully understand why I couldn't stop myself from rejecting her, so he was angry. It would take time for him to get over it. Over the next few days, I made a concerted effort to bridge the gap between Theo and myself. I approached him with empathy, acknowledging the pain I had caused him by rejecting our mate, Adriana. I explained how blood magic controlled my actions rather than being a true reflection of my emotions. Theo listened, his anger slowly giving way to a glimmer of understanding. He eventually realised that this was a complex situation. We spent time talking, sharing our thoughts and emotions, gradually rebuilding the trust that had been shaken. I thought spending more time wit