“What did you say, little omega? I didn’t quite hear you.” Grayson rushed after me and growled; he yanked me roughly by the hair and pulled me back to face him. Then grabbing me by the scruff of the neck. I didn’t whimper or make a sound. I looked down at the ground, careful not to meet his glare. I knew that would make him more furious and I had learnt not to do that a long time ago. I could feel the eyes of the cafeteria on me, waiting for my response. My heart raced in my chest as Grayson's grip tightened on my neck. But I refused to show any weakness. That is what he wanted—weakness to show how powerful he was. But he would never be as powerful as his brothers or the Alpha and he knew it. "I said you don't have the right to treat others like dirt, Grayson," I repeated, my voice loud and clear for everyone around us to hear. Eliza is nothing more than an omega at the Creek Pack. All her life she has been treated badly by everyone especially the Alpha quadruplets and the Beta’s daughter. Determined to leave as soon as she turns eighteen, she soon realises that the moon goddess has other plans for her. How will Eliza react when she finds out that she is mated to the alpha quadruplets who made it their mission to destroy her life from day one. Will they regret their actions and claim Eliza as theirs? Or will Eliza stick to her plans and leave her mates and Creek pack for good?
View MoreRylan's POV "Hey, bro. Where is Eliza?"Rio appeared at my side, and I felt annoyed that he had interrupted me. I wanted to have a moment with Eliza alone. "She will be back in a minute." I hissed at my brother, who blinked in confusion. "But where did she go? You shouldn't have let her disappear; anything could happen." Rio continued to say. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Look here, I said she was fine and she will be back in a minute. What do you want her for anyway? You were dead set against her at first.” I grunted. "Back off, Rylan. Her father is asking for her and Bernard is coming to get her." Rio snarled, lashing out and scratching the side of my face. Enzo and Ed rushed over, pulling the two of us apart. "Boys, what are you doing?" our mother shouted as she and Theron strode towards us. Their disappointment made my anger boil even more. "I was just—" I started to explain, but the words caught in my throat when I saw the fury in her e
Eliza’s POV As the words hung in the air, a bittersweet weight settled in my chest. I cast a lingering glance at the familiar surroundings, memories flooding my mind—yet the thought of leaving it behind was surreal and painful. “Let’s go, then,” I said, straightening my posture as determination seeped into my bones. “But I need you to promise me something.” I fixed both Yelda and Dorian with a fierce look, channeling my anxiety into a fierce resolve. “Promise me you’ll do everything in your power to protect them while I’m away. I need to know they’re safe.” Yelda stepped forward, her expression earnest. “I swear on the ancient bonds of the coven that we will keep watch over your loved ones. They will not face any threat alone.” “And if anything happens—if they’re ever in danger—” I added, my voice trembling slightly, “promise me you’ll bring me back. I won’t let anything happen to them, not while I can still fight.” Dorian’s eyes shone with sincerity, his voice steady an
Eliza’s POV “Wait, who’s coming?” I pressed, my voice filled with urgency as Dorian stepped closer, his expression tense. Yelda looked to me, but something about her demeanor felt different—shrouded in gravity as if she carried burdens deeper than I ever knew. “Yelda, what is this?” I exclaimed, a wave of anxiety flooding my chest. The air felt thick with unspoken words, and I clung to the hope that they both recognized the chaos looming at our doorstep. “It's time for you to return to the coven, Eliza. It’s no longer safe here,” Yelda answered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “But what about my family? What about Rylan and my quadruplet mates? They need me here!” I protested, my heart racing as I thought of my family’s faces and the bonds we shared. “It’s not safe,” Yelda insisted, her gaze piercing into mine, an unyielding shield against my desperation. “I’m telling you this for your own good. Something dark is on the rise, and staying here only endangers you a
Eliza’s pov As Rylan pulled me closer, enveloping me in his warmth, the laughter of our friends faded into a blissful white noise. His fingers brushed against my arm, sending sparks of electricity racing through my veins. In that moment, all seemed right with the world, and I allowed myself to lean into his embrace. Just as I began to lose myself entirely in his touch, a light flickered in the corner of my eye. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but it pulled me toward the shadows at the periphery of the gathering. My instincts flared, and I instinctively turned away from Rylan, curiosity tugging at my heart. “Hold that thought,” I whispered, stepping back. Rylan's brow furrowed, a mixture of confusion and concern evident on his face, but I was already moving toward the gathering of trees that bordered the clearing. “I will be back, just give me a moment.” “Where are you going?” he called after me, but I didn’t stop to answer. My pulse raced as I navigated the dimming garde
Eliza’s POV I froze at Theron's words, the weight of his warning hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. His tone was calm, but the intent behind his words sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He took a step closer, lowering his voice further, as if the very walls could hear us. "I know you have faith in Yelda, and she has helped us—but we must remember what she is. Witches have their own agendas, and trust can be a fragile thing. We don’t know her story, her past. She could still be playing us." “The stakes are too high,” Theron continued, his eyes searching mine for understanding. “Morgan was dangerous, and if there are others like him out there, we can’t afford to let our guard down. What if Yelda isn’t as loyal as you think?” His words echoed in my mind, awakening doubts I had barely allowed myself to consider. Yelda had always seemed genuine, her wisdom guiding us when we needed it most. But what if Theron was right
Eliza’s POV “He’s dead?” I gasped looking at Morgan slumped on the ground, his body lifeless. The expression on my father’s face was a mixture of anxiety and relief. He enveloped me into his arms and lifted me up. “Thank the stars that you are safe and ok. I was so worried.” He exclaimed, his voice was muffled against my shoulder and I clung to him. My brother stood slightly behind us and his wide eyes taking in the scene. “What happened Eliza? We saw the storm and we knew it wasn’t just a normal storm.” His eyes snapped towards Yelda. I let go of my father and wiped my eyes from my cheeks, forcing a smile. “Father, Brother, I am fine. We have dealt with Morgan. He won’t be a problem for us now.” I said. Rylan slipped an arm around my waist and smiled at me. “Yes, Princess Eliza was amazing. Morgan deserved everything that he got. You’re way more special than you know.” Rylan words struck a nerve and I felt my face burn red. “You really kicked his butt.” Ed chim
Eliza’s POV The ground trembled beneath us, but I stood firm, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I felt the surge of magic rising from the earth, a vibrant energy threading through my fingers as I held onto Rylan, Enzo, and Ed. Their solidarity anchored me, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this fight. Together, we could face this darkness. “Keep your focus!” Yelda urged, her voice slicing through the chaos, guiding us like a beacon in the storm. “Channel that energy. Let it flow through you!” As thunder roared overhead, I summoned that energy, feeling it swirl around us. It coursed through my veins, igniting remnants of old fears that threatened to creep in. I pictured Morgan’s face fading away, his influence unraveling like a fraying thread. I could do this; we could do this. With every heartbeat, our collective determination wove tighter. I could feel the bond we were forming—a new connection that rooted itself deeper than any past ties. I closed my eyes, envisionin
Eliza’s POV Feeling the weight of Yelda’s words settle over me like a suffocating blanket, I frowned and tried to understand it. “What will this binding ceremony involve?” I spurted out. “It will require a sacrifice, Princess Eliza,” Yelda said bluntly, causing me to gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. Rylan reached for me as if to reassure me that I wasn’t alone and that nothing bad would happen to me. “What kind of sacrifice are we talking about here?” Enzo demanded to know. “Not a sacrifice of life, my dears, but a commitment to end any bond that may still connect you to Morgan. No matter how small it may be. It needs to be rid of for this to work.” Yelda explained, and I felt my wolf pace anxiously. Rylan stood beside me, his jaw clenched; his brothers mirrored him. “Then let’s do what we need to to get rid of him. He’s not a father to us anymore, so it’s no loss but a gain. It will ensure that everyone will be safe and happy.” “Exactly.” Rio, Enzo and Ed shouted in
Theron's POV I had to do something and fast. I could not stand around and let anything else happen to those I cared about. I was leaving the room and heading straight to the cells where Morgan was being held. The storm outside was not just any storm; it was one of severe darkness that Morgan needed to face. I kept my wits about me and told myself that I would not let my anger get the better of me where my enemy was concerned. He needed to think I would help him if he helped us first. As I stood before his cell, the weight of my decision pressed heavily on my mind. I took a second to steady myself and my breathing. He had so much to answer for, but I had to keep my cool for the sake of myself and everyone else. The rumble of the thunder echoing outside as it got closer to the palace urged me inside the door. "Theron? Wow. To what do I owe the joy of a visit from yourself?" He looked up as soon as I entered the room. Clenching my fists and trying to ground myself against the ti
Prologue Prologue Seventeen years ago... The Creek Pack was a place of power and prestige, ruled by Alpha Morgan and his mate, Luna Lara. However, their pack was not without its challenges, especially when it came to dealing with rogue wolves and their unruly quadruplets. It was on one fateful morning that Luna Lara stumbled upon an abandoned baby in the woods, left to die by her heartless parents. Alpha Morgan and Luna Lara deliberated over the fate of the child, torn between their duty as leaders of the pack and their compassion as individuals. Ultimately, they decided to spare the baby's life, placing her under the care of the omegas in the pack. “This child is an innocent child she should be given a chance to live. We can’t kill her.” Alpha Morgan sighed as his Luna placed the abandoned new born in the crib. “Then she will be under the care of the omegas. I have our quadruplets to deal with, and I don’t want to look after someone else child that they decided to abandon o
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