Dragana POV I could not take my eyes off my Lycan shape. She was everything I would have ever wanted if I were ever to dream of being a Lycan. Yet somehow, I was. She was beautiful. Muscled, strong, gorgeous, with enticing soft lilac-colored eyes, her fur sparkling as if she were dipped in diamond dust or star magic, she was a majestic looking creature, exuding an aura of authority and dominance. I could not believe it, and for a second I thought that maybe it was some kind of a trick. I softly touched my face and then literally pinched myself to make sure this was real. As if she heard my thoughts, Cybele purred and chuckled “Ittttt isss verrryyyyy realll”.. I looked across the lake, where Solomon was standing, seeing him beaming at me proudly with a big smile on his face. I tried to search my senses to understand what was truly happening when I heard a familiar soft voice I always heard, the voice which guided me through the dark days, my lonely nights, every challenge, and every d

Roman POV Sitting by the lake with Art, reminiscing about the past, dreaming of the future, and seeing him alive, something slipped within me. I felt as if I was finally unchained. All these years, ever since I was crowned an Alpha King, my priorities have been wrong, I thought to myself. I have been chasing after an heir and a mate, and while I knew that the Kingdom depended on it, peace and protection for other packs depended on it, I went about it the wrong way. I put myself first, under the pretense I was doing it for the general good. I fucked and took advantage of women all the way through the Kingdom, focused on being a playboy when I should have been a King. I played with the hearts and minds of many and broke them all in the process. I resented my father over things he had no actual control over, and I had been blind to real dangers around me, around those I swore to protect. I hurt people I cared for, Dragana and Art included. And I shamed my mother, and the sacrifices she m

Daria POV The sound of battle was music to my ears. We had successfully taken over another smaller northern pack, and my tactics were proving merciless but fruitful. “She is mine!!! I was here first!!!!”, screamed a large black rouge wolf to one of my demon warriors. The object of their desire was a small frail she-wolf, her eyes full of fear, her face streaked with tears. “What is this shit show??? What the fuck are you idiots arguing about this time???!!!” I roared and the fight stopped, although both idiots were still glaring at each other, the wolf not letting the female out of his grip. The smell of blood and screams was all around us, my own face covered in the blood of their former Alpha. He was no match for me, and his corpse was in the dust two feet from me, ripped to shreds. “Mistress”, both warriors bowed. “The female is MINE!!!”, wolf roared. She was shaking, her eyes darting between the two of them, landing on me. Seeing me covered in blood, every hope she may have had

Dragana POV “You did it, Dragana!! You did it!!!”, Cybela was splashing in the ocean like a little puppy, roaring in happy laughter, amused with my training. It was quite hilarious watching this huge dragon use the ocean as her pool and have the exuberance of a little child or a little pup. “I told you – you can do it!!! I told you” she purred, splashing water everywhere in sheer happiness, and I stood there feeling incredible. I was able to control the elements!!! In my hands I rotated the water, air, sand, and fire like a juggling ball, in a gentle concert, neither element colliding, floating simply on my command. “Well done child!! Well done!!” I heard Solomon clapping behind me, but I dared not take my eyes off my project. Ever since we came back from Alexandria, Cybele in tow, I have been training. Accepting Aisha and Vasilla was still a work in progress. I did not understand the Tribrid connection, nor what to do with it. Magic, however, came much easier, and my witch side was

Alice POV The castle where I met the Dark Lord was every bit the place of nightmares. Even though on the outside it looked beautiful and well-designed architecturally, the scent of blood and death hit me even before I stepped in. I am sure the dungeons hid the horrors I could not begin to imagine. A cold shiver went down my spine and Rina whimpered in my head. “We should not be here!”, she growled at me. We were not in the best of relationship as of now, in fact ever since my original agreement with the Dark Lord. “I could not refuse his summons, Rina, you know that! Besides, he needs us, we will be safe”, I retorted. “Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First