Hey everyone. Thanks for being patient. I had a much-needed break and am back to writing. This story is nearing the end, but will be continued in a sequel where we will find out what happens to Kree and Brandon Junior, as well as finding out what her Lycan ancestry means.
Adriana's Point of View Yesterday was the final fitting for my gown. It was stunning, and the lace matched the amulet I was still wearing. Delilah told me to continue wearing it, as they weren't entirely sure I was safe from blood witches. Although Kree was incarcerated and her father dead, no one knew if any other blood witches had been a part of it. Kree wasn't talking. Neither was Brandon Junior or his wolves. I chided myself because I wanted to forget about the incident, especially for today. There would be time after the ceremony to worry about it. For now, I wanted to enjoy my life and celebrate. As for the fitting, it was perfect. I didn't need to mention to Lexi that I was pregnant, as I was still not showing. The dress style wouldn't have made it obvious anyway, as it wasn't figure-hugging. James and his crew arrived early this morning to set up the tables and serving area. James was busy bossing Diana and Lucia around, and I couldn't find it in me to feel sorry for them. P
Adriana's Point of View "Argh!" I cried in pain, squeezing Daemon's hand as hard as possible. "Not long now, Luna," the midwife replied. "Soon, you'll be fully dilated and able to push. At the moment, keep breathing like I showed you." The pain was too much for me to fully understand everything she said, and it seemed like Daemon understood this. "Breathe," he murmured in my ear before huffing with short breaths. It was just what I needed, and I huffed along with him. Each contraction seemed to last a lifetime, but in truth, it wasn't very long at all. I had all but blocked out the midwife, but Daemon kept talking to me, repeating the midwife's instructions. It wasn't long before Daemon relayed that it was time to push the babies out. Our second pup greeted the world less than one minute after the first. "Alpha, Luna, here is your son and daughter," announced the midwife. A nurse handed me one of the babies, and I held my son for the first time. He was so tiny but very noisy.
Adriana's Point of View After a late night with the twins naming and celebration, it was another bleary-eyed start to the day. Instead of breastfeeding both twins, I fed one while Daemon fed the other with expressed milk. I still had to express more milk afterwards, but Daemon took the twins and settled them down again. Thankfully, all they wanted to do at this stage was feed and sleep, with some socialising with us. I hopped into the shower and was happily surprised that Daemon snuck in to join me. Due to our fast-healing shifter gene, I had healed quickly from giving birth and wanted to spend some romantic time with my mate. Unfortunately, we had to hurry out of the shower, eat our breakfast and be ready for Perry St Claire and Delilah to arrive for their meeting. We sat down in the smaller dining room, and Diana brought us our breakfast. I really didn't trust her, but there wasn't anything to warrant this feeling. In fact, she was overly nice to me, syrupy even. Maybe I was just
Daemon's Point of View After Adriana and I had said farewell to Perry and Delilah, we went back upstairs to our office. "You are looking very thoughtful there," I said to Adriana. "What have you got on your mind?" "I just have so many questions that I can't answer," she said with evident frustration. "It is all very well to suggest I shift to a Lycan, but I wasn't joking when I said 'easier said than done', more like mission impossible. Do we have anything in the library about Lycans?" "Let's go find out," I answered before mind-linking Tyler, asking him to take over while we were gone. We walked down to the centre of our pack town to the local library. There was a room there that was kept locked at all times. The only time people were allowed in there was when they had my permission. Many of the books were old, and we wanted them kept in as pristine a condition as possible. Of course, the librarians would enter and keep the place dust free, but that was all. "Morning, Kailee,"
Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I left the library and returned to the packhouse for lunch. Alana had been looking after the twins while we were out. I had breastfed them before I went to the library and needed to do it again before lunch. While waiting for the afternoon meetings and the twins to wake up for their next feed, I started reading the book about Lycan physiology. The first sentence stated that the only Lycans here were members of the Royal Family. They were given that position by Selene, the Moon Goddess. In contrast to wolf shifters, Lycans had a four-legged wolf as well as two-legged werewolves. This creature was capable of walking upright on two legs. It looked like the werewolf of human movies, but that was as far as the relationship went. Lycans were not some devouring beasts unable to control themselves, far from it. Like wolf shifters, Lycan's eyes would change first. Unlike wolves, their eyes would change into amethyst colour orbs, much like I had now. Then,
Adriana's Point of View It was now nighttime, and I was going to try shifting into a Lycan for the first time. I honestly had no idea how to even begin other than to imagine the creature I wanted to become, but I was going to try anyway. It might take a couple of tries. It might not even happen. I stood next to Daemon and stripped in the dark. "Let's do this, Calliope," I said. Imagining Calliope on two legs was a bit hard as I only saw her in my mind as being on four. "It's not that hard," grumbled Calliope, who then projected her ideal image of what she would look like as a Lycan. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You look terrific! Not that you don't, anyway." "Of course!" I felt her smirking back at me. I held on to the picture in my mind and imagined flowing into it. The world seemed to phase in and out, and I felt like it was actually working. Suddenly I felt strong negative emotions that appeared to come from Daemon. After around ten minutes, I sat down naked on the grass. Daemon ca
Daemon’s Point of View All the pack lands had been magically fortified against Kree and any blood witches working with her. I was glad that Perry, Delilah, Amiria and Pania, the other witches who were introduced to us once they had finished fortifying the borders, were staying here. Keeping Adriana safe was paramount, not just because she was possibly the last royal remaining. I honestly don't know how things would change if it was proven that she is royalty. Part of me was feeling guilty because I was hoping that she wasn't. I wouldn't love her any less, but it would make life just that little bit easier for us if she were a regular shifter. Of course, she wasn't, as she was part Fae. One look in her eyes told that truth. Along with trying to see if Adriana was a Lycan, I was feeling a little ignored. She was absolutely exhausted every night and would fall asleep straight afterwards. I decided to go and speak to Delilah before this evening in hopes that she would help me get Adrian
Adriana’s Point of View Noises from the baby monitor roused me from sleep, proclaiming their hunger. While I had fallen asleep from exhaustion again last night, it was a different kind. Remembering last night's events brought a smile to my face. Daemon had been so gentle in his lovemaking, not that he was rough usually. It's just that this time had been more sensual and loving. Obviously, Daemon was also exhausted because he didn't wake up. I got up to heat the bottles for the twins by myself. I would have to express more milk afterwards, but there was enough for now. Both babies were changed first, and then, sitting the twins in their recliners, I was able to feed them simultaneously. While I was doing that, Daemon came in. "Did I wake you?" I asked. "No," he answered. "It was more that you weren't in bed beside me that woke me up." Daemon took over feeding one of them, meaning they could be picked up and held. I could spend hours staring in wonder at my two little boys. They we
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