Avril's Point Of ViewWe were finally going home.Home.As I made my way out of the grand hall, my thoughts were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed by the events of the past few weeks. The memories of those incidents were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the unease that had haunted me ever since.Upon our arrival, all my attention was directed towards Duan and Neri as I was determined to break off my betrothal contract. However, the others were preoccupied with supporting Mother and dealing with her issues. Little did we realise that our problems were related and would involve a monumental conspiracy to oust my mother from the rightful position of the Fae Queen. It was a complex situation that required our utmost attention and effort to resolve.The protective shield that encircled our borders was a formidable force that kept the Dark Fae at bay. Now, with the collective power of all the magical beings present, it has been fortified to an unprecedented level. The shield'
Hi, all my lovely readers.Book 3 is finally finished and published. While I have started the next book, I will also be writing a side quest that really should be told first. It will provide the necessary background for Books 4 and 5. These two books are set in the future and are based around Prince Cedric and Princess Lucianne. The side quest, Dragon Princess, involves Christina, who is Daemon's younger sister.A few other side quests, stand-alone novellas involving Aurora, Evangelos, Ruby, and Lysandros, are also planned. They will happen later.I will not be posting Side Quest 1 chapters as I write them, as school report season is approaching, and I will be swamped with them. If you notice any mistakes, please leave a comment. I have endeavoured to find as many mistakes as I can, but have no doubt missed a few.
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
Adriana's Point of View Six Months Ago I was turning 18 in a few months, but I wanted to get a job as a musician. There was no opportunity for that to happen if I only stayed within the pack. Luckily, a friend of my mother, James, owned a restaurant, and even though I was underage, he said I could play the piano at night. I really wanted to get out of the pack and perform not only covers but also my own music. Being an Omega meant being at the bottom of the heirarchy ladder. Unfortunately, I didn't have friends because my mother had home-schooled me instead of sending me to the pack school. Not having friends was hard when I was growing up, but there were some bonuses. Frankly, I think I got a better education than the others. My mother told me I was home-schooled because my eyes were the colour of amethysts, like hers. It was very rare, and I had to keep it a secret. I didn't quite understand what she meant by special, but she told me bad people would kill me if they found out. If
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
Daemon's Point of View My father wanted me to find my mate, and it was going to get problematic if I didn't at least look. I still didn't think I needed one yet, although my wolf Theo disagreed. "I felt her about three months ago, and then she disappeared," he said. "I need to go find her soon." Yes, Theo was able to talk to me. We could hold conversations in our head, though sometimes it was like talking to a child. Talking to your wolf was something only those who had the Alpha gene could do. In normal werewolves, their wolf aspects did not speak to their human counterparts; they only made them aware through intense feelings. It also meant that those packs led by someone who didn't have the Alpha gene were at a disadvantage. Usually, an Alpha would come and take over. Some very harsh Alphas made a point of taking over other's territories, but I wasn't like that. As for finding my Luna, I did go and look around our pack for her as Theo suggested, but I didn't see her. Considerin
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
Adriana's Point of View I went out onto the stage and was greeted with applause from the dark. It was funny how it seemed so dark where the audience was sitting that I couldn't see them. When I sat in the audience, you could see your table and food without a problem. As for the applause, it was nice that I was making a name for myself as a singer and even a songwriter. Life was pretty good at the moment. I just needed to control my mind and focus on life right now. My usual routine was to play for 30-minute blocks and then have a short break before starting another block. I mixed the music selection with covers of quiet background music with some more popular songs. Every now and then, I would add in some original songs I composed during my free time. It was a good routine, and I earned quite a few tips. Tips were the lifeblood of entertainers. I was a very accomplished musician, if I did say so myself, and I had managed to save quite a bit of my earnings. I figured if it turned ou