All Chapters of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Daemon's Point of View The feel of Adriana in my arms was more than just comfort. It was everything I had longed for and everything I had nearly lost. Her soft breaths fanned over my skin, and her body curled into mine as if she had always belonged there. The slow and steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest grounded me in a way nothing else could. I tightened my arms around her, burying my face in her hair, inhaling her scent: lavender, warmth, and something uniquely her. I never wanted to let go, never wanted to wake from this moment. After we made love, I held her in my arms while she napped for a short time. Between her injuries, the walk and incredible sex, I had tired her out, but I was unrepentant. I had been worried that Adriana would pull away from me after everything that happened, though I wouldn't have blamed her. I hadn't treated her as well as I should have, and because of that, Adriana was put in a position that nearly cost her her life. Making it up to her wo

Daemon's Point of View Adriana had let down her walls last night, allowing me to see the raw, unguarded parts of her heart. The weight of her emotions, her fears, and her quiet strength settled in my chest like an anchor. She had given me a part of herself, and I would never take that for granted. Instead, it humbled me: the trust she placed in me, the way she exposed her vulnerability, mirroring my own. Like her, I, too, had felt vulnerable, but as an Alpha, I needed to be the one to look after and protect my mate. The thought of Adriana ever doubting her place at my side twisted something fierce inside me. She deserved more than just my protection; she deserved my full devotion, my willingness to lay every part of myself bare. I wasn’t just her Alpha. I was her mate, the man who would learn to speak in ways she understood, even if words had never been my strength. We had both spent too long hiding behind silence. That ended today. I needed to be a better mate, and I was going to

Daemon's Point of View As we stepped up to my parents' front door, I felt Adriana's fingers tighten around mine. Her heartbeat was steady, but I could sense the anxiety humming beneath her calm exterior. "She's going to love you," I murmured, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. Adriana exhaled sharply. "And if she doesn't?" she whispered. "What if she thinks I'm not good enough for you?" I stopped, turning to face her fully. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow on her face, but it couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. "That's impossible," I said. "You are my mate, Adriana. The most important person in my life. If anyone has a problem with that, then they're the ones who need to reconsider their opinions." Adriana searched my face for a moment before nodding, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. She seemed happier when I reassured her that my mother would love her as I did. Loving Adriana was easy. It was a no-brainer that everyone else would love her, too. We w

Adriana's Point of View The following day, Alana and I went to see Lexi. It wasn't just the two of us, as Daemon had insisted that I was accompanied by a guard at all times. There was no arguing this with him, and I didn't even bother. Just because Brandon was dead, it didn't negate the danger I was in. Kree was still alive. Knowing I had a Blood Witch after me kept me from being reckless. With our escorts, Carlisle and Wilson, we headed out. The idea was to have my measurements taken and discuss the type of gown I wanted. I had a vision of what I wanted, but I was also mindful that I might have to follow some pack traditions. As soon as we stepped inside, the scent of fabric and fresh-cut thread filled the air, mingling with something floral, perhaps Lexi's perfume. Rolls of fabric in every colour lined the walls, and a row of mannequins stood proudly, each adorned with intricate gowns. A petite woman with dark, auburn curls and sharp green eyes bustled toward us, her hands dusted

Adriana's Point of View Excuse me, Perry St. Claire," I said as I walked towards the door, "Where are we going?" "Please call me Perry," he answered, "and may I call you Adriana?" I nodded but stopped walking while I waited for him to answer my question fully. After a brief but uncomfortable pause, he did. "We are going to meet the Witches who are currently sealing your borders. They will most likely have some questions about Kree that they wish to ask you," he replied. We all went down the packhouse stairs to meet the Witches outside. As we exited the main doors, I saw three women walk towards us, one of whom seemed familiar. "Perry! Introduce us, please," said one of the women. Delilah's sharp gaze landed on me, and my breath caught. There was something oddly familiar about her, something in the high cheekbones and the piercing intensity of her dark eyes. Then it clicked. Kree. But where Kree's silver braids varied in thickness, Delilah's were immaculate and uniform. Kree ha