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 it. My mother was his fated mate, and as they like to keep reminding me, they fell in love at first sight. I was not like them. I wasn't even sure I would ever want to be in love.
"I don't need one!" I growled at him.
"Without a Luna, you will be weaker," Mitchell explained.
"I am not weak, and I haven't needed a Luna yet," I answered him.
"That will change as you get older," he replied.
"Then I will deal with it then!" I retorted.
"I will decide when I need one, and it will be when I want one and not before."
"Why won't you listen to reason?" Mitchell argued. "You need to visit other packs and see if your fated mate is close by. An Alpha needs a Luna, and a pack needs both Alpha and Luna."
Why doesn't he see reason? Grrrr! I feel like I am not going to get any sense into him.
"And if I don't find my fated mate?" I asked.
"Then you may have to consider a choice mate. It is not ideal, but better than not having a mate at all."
"And if my fated mate comes along afterwards? Any relationship with my chosen mate would effectively end. My wolf would no longer tolerate a chosen mate."
That was the problem with choice mates. No matter how much you loved them, there wasn't a mating bond. If your fated mate came along, the mating bond would eventually ruin your other relationship. This was the reason most shifters waited until they found their mate. I wasn't sure I wanted either at the moment.
"Well, you need to get a Luna soon!"
"Enough!" I growled at him before storming out of the room.
Mitchell was the former Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, and furthermore, he was my father. I had taken over from him about four years ago when I was 22 years of age. It was a good age to take over leadership, and I relished it. I had been preparing for this all of my life.
I was more assertive and far more powerful than him, and fortunately, he had been able to see that and willingly passed the duty of Alpha on to me. If he hadn't, then I would have had to fight him. I would have easily won, but I didn't relish having to do that, as I did love my father. He had been a satisfactory Alpha and caring father. Although I was the stronger of us, I still couldn't use my Alpha power to make him submit—neither him nor my mother.
Since I had taken over the pack, the pack's finances, we had quadrupled our wealth. The Black Wolf Pack was one of the biggest and wealthiest packs in the country. I knew how to invest money and make even more money. It was something I was talented with.
All pack members paid tax which was put into the pack's funds. I also invested in some businesses, such as a construction company that also dealt with humans, as well as other packs. There was a law firm, as well as property developers. My pack owned between 45 to 50% of the local city, where humans resided.
Some of my pack members owned small businesses in the central city. Some of the members even lived in town, but I kept a strict register of all werewolves residing outside of the Black Wolf Pack's official boundaries.
I was very conscientious and didn't like to waste money on frivolous things, but we still lived with a reasonable level of luxury. All of my pack lived in houses and apartments that were clean, warm and well looked after. It didn't matter their rank; they were all looked after, and none of my pack members, Omegas or otherwise, were abused or maltreated.
This was not always the case in many packs. I was proud of what I had achieved. I didn't need a Luna that would only be interested in my stature and wealth. Becoming Luna of my pack would increase the status of almost any woman. I wasn't having that.
Now my father was pressuring me to find my mate, fated or chosen. I was furious.
I walked through the corridors of the packhouse, my mind racing with all the reasons why I didn't want a mate. I had seen how taking a chosen mate had ruined a friend's life. He had fallen in love with his chosen mate, had a pup, and then his fated mate came along.
Of course, he had fallen straight away for his fated mate from the Goddess, and had left his chosen mate behind. His fated mate had rejected him for not waiting and for having a pup with another woman. He returned to his chosen mate, only to be rejected by her.
I didn't want to be him. I didn't want to be that person. My decision was to only take my fated mate as my Luna. Unitl then, I wanted to keep working towards making my pack the best it could be.
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
Daemon's Point of View "Hey, birthday boy!" I said to Tyler. "Hey, Daemon," he replied, "did you make reservations?" "Of course," I answered. "Our sisters and Adam are coming with us, so it will be the six of us tonight." "Wait 'til you see the pianist," he started. "She's a babe. I mean, she is a very talented musician. What am I saying? She is hot! Her name is Adriana, and she is tall and slim with an arse that begs to be smacked. I might have to stay in the city tonight to ensure she gets home safely. Just sayin'." Tyler continued to describe the main physical attributes of this cute pianist who was working there. It was a female, so of course he was interested. Thanks to Theo, it was no use even bothering to look at other females. However, that was not why I was interested. Apart from being very talented and exceptionally easy on the eyes, Tyler said she was also a werewolf. That rang bells, and I had to check the register earlier today. I thought it strange that the pianis
Daemon's Point of View The expression on James' face changed to that of shock and surprise when I informed him that the woman in question was not registered on our books as an authorised employee. "She is not a rogue and is certainly a member of your pack," he said worriedly. "I was friends with her mother. She was the pregnant woman whose pack was slaughtered by rogues. There is no way Adriana would be a rogue. I didn't realise she didn't have permission." I could see that James was nervous and fretting. He could stay that way for a while. While I was not a cruel Alpha, I couldn't appear soft; otherwise, people would take advantage of that. I wasn't going to let that happen. "I gather she is playing tonight?" I asked. "Yes, Alpha. Wait until you hear Adriana," he replied. She is about to come on stage for her first set of three tonight. She plays a range of music as well as her own songs and compositions; she is an absolutely extraordinary musician." I leaned back in my chair, n
Adriana's Point of View Alpha Daemon growled, "Who are you talking to, and why are you blocking my mind-link?" I could only just stare open-mouthed at him. He had followed me into my dressing room, so I was sure he knew I was his mate. It was easy to see that he was not happy about it. What little part of my brain that was working was wondering if I was tongue-tied because he was incredibly handsome or something else. I knew Alpha Daemon was tall, but his stature was almost overpowering. Almost, but not entirely. Now that I was close to him, I could see his clothes stretched across his broad shoulders and chest. There were taut muscles underneath his clothes, and I was getting hot just thinking about seeing his body. Everything about him was immaculate. What on Earth was the Goddess thinking when she matched the two of us as fated mates? This was probably what he was thinking too. "Ummmm," I said, not entirely knowing what I was going to say or do to answer him. How was I supposed
Daemon's Point of View When I demanded answers from Adriana explaining how she was here, she appeared completely taken aback and shocked, like a deer caught in the glare of headlights. Her expression was one of surprise, confusion, and fear as if she wasn't expecting me to ask such a question and didn't know how to respond. "My mother had never told me about the celebration," she said quietly. "When she died, I couldn't remain in the house, and I left the day I turned 18." "So you're a rogue then?" I asked, knowing that she wasn't really. She certainly didn't smell like one, but she hadn't joined the pack when she should have. Damn! She had fallen through the cracks. I wondered how many others had this happened to. She now stared at me in horror. This was probably because I could kill her without any worry of retribution. I had her under my control. "I also asked you who you were talking to," I reminded her, as she hadn't answered that particular question yet. "M-m-my wolf," she
Adriana's Point of View I was trying to perform with Calliope getting all excited to see him. "You are not helping me finish my set," I growled at her. "Our mate has come back!" she said. "Settle down, Calliope!" I commanded. At least I was able to speak to her in my mind this time, damned wolf. She stayed silent for the rest of the set, and eventually, I felt better enough to sing for the last time. When the diners applauded, I turned and bowed my head before leaving the stage for the last time. This was the part of the evening I hated. Often I would have an amorous diner come back to offer to take me out for a drink or worse. I wanted to hurry away tonight and not encourage anyone, human or Alpha. Sticking a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my door, I quickly got out of my evening gown and into my jeans and hoodie. With a quick change of my shoes from stilettos to trainers, I put the clothes in my bag and turned the light off to head out the door. However, I wasn't fast enough, it see