Eliza's POV I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me at her words. "Yes, I'm ready," I affirmed, though a part of me was still tinged with that familiar anxiety. Esmeralda motioned for me to sit cross-legged on the ground, the cool stones grounding me as I settled down. "This next exercise will require you to delve into your essence—to understand the core of who you are," she said softly, kneeling across from me. Her presence felt reassuring, and I took a deep breath to steady myself, focusing on her calming aura. "As we begin," she continued, "I want you to envision a light within you. A pure, vibrant energy that represents your truest self." She paused, her eyes locking onto mine with intensity. "Can you see it?" I closed my eyes, picturing a gentle light flickering within my chest. It felt warm and comforting, like the first rays of sunlight after a long winter. I imagined it growing brighter, pulsating in rhythm with my heart. "Good," Esmeralda encouraged. "No
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
Tomorrow was the day the whole Creek Pack had been preparing for. Daniella’s eighteenth birthday. As the daughter of the Beta. She was of high status, and everything had to be perfect. I had been working hard since getting home from school while everyone else could relax and do whatever they wished. As an omega, that was my duty. “You better not ruin my party.” Daniella glared at me. “Remember, you are just an omega, and I'm the daughter of the alpha-beta. The quads will be all eyes on me when they return from Alpha training tomorrow.” she boasted. I felt a pang of hurt and frustration at Daniella's words. I had worked tirelessly to make her birthday memorable, and her dismissive attitude towards me stung. But I knew better than to let her words get to me. "I would never do anything to ruin your party, Daniella," I replied calmly, trying to keep my emotions in check. "I have put in my best effort to ensure everything is perfect for you. Your happiness is important to me,
"Eliza. You are more than this. I am happy to be here with you at last," a voice called, jolting me awake with a gasp. Another vivid dream had left me disoriented, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to shake off the lingering echoes of the voice. As I sat up in my bed, the darkness of the early morning enveloping me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The voice had sounded so real, so intimate as if it belonged to someone who knew me better than I knew myself. But as I scanned the room, there was no one there but me, the silence echoing back at me. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock on my bedside table; I realised it was almost 5 am. I had slept longer than I intended. Today was the day of Daniella's party, her eighteenth birthday. I sighed at the thought of all my hard work and how unappreciated I was. "Today you turn eighteen," the voice whispered again, shivering my spine. It felt like a message, a reminder of something more profound than I co
I closed the window with a quick flick of my wrist and leapt into bed, pulling my knees to my chest as my heart raced. The rush of adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, a potent reminder of the seismic shift that had occurred within me. It was a secret I couldn't share, not yet. This was something I needed to understand on my own first and let me tell you, it was a lot to process. I had drifted off as an omega, but now, with the dawn of a new day on my birthday, I awoke with the essence of a Wolf coursing through my being. It was a transformation that both exhilarated and terrified me, a duality I grappled with as I contemplated the implications of this newfound power. And to top it all off, fate had decided to intertwine my destiny with Daniella, the one person in my life who harboured hatred towards me. As I lay there, the weight of my reality settling in, I started to drift off again, and the next thing I knew, there was a loud thud at the door. “Omega, you bitch. Wak
“Jasmine, tell me. What are we?” I repeated myself and waited for my Wolf to respond. “Eliza. We are more than this omega rank. We are strong and fierce, and we were born to be something special.” I pinched myself, but I wasn't dreaming, although it felt as if I was stuck in a crazy dream. So tonight, I've made my decision. I'm leaving the pack and starting a new life on my own. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do, but I'm willing to take the risk. Anything is better than staying in this place where I'm constantly belittled and beaten down. I needed to process everything that had happened. From finding my Wolf to knowing today was my birthday. I had no friends or real family, so what was the big deal with birthdays? Daniella could clean up after her party; it was supposed to be my birthday, too. But I was done being her servant. She would be shocked when she realised I was no longer there at the click of her fingers. “Jasmine. I'm almost ready.” I whispered, kn
“Jasmine, listen to me, we have to leave. We can’t stay here.” I insisted, realising that my cover was about to be blown as my wolf slowly paced towards Rylan. I could not believe this was happening to me. Why did the moon goddess insist on throwing more obstacles my way? All I wanted was to get away from Creek and everyone in it. “You are my mate. What is your name?” Rylan asked softly. He was in his human form, but we could sense his wolf; the connection was palpable. I knew Jasmine could feel the pull of the mate bond, a force that we both couldn't ignore but couldn't fully understand. “I feel like I know you,” Rylan whispered. Daniella pouted crossly at the scenario unfolding in front of her eyes. "What is going on here? Rylan, today is my birthday, and you promised to meet me here, yet you were late. I almost got attacked by a filthy rogue and... “She started to get hysterical, but Rylan wasn't noticing her, which irritated her further. Even though I didn't like
Rylan’s POV A white wolf. She was beautiful, and I felt like I knew her from somewhere but could not put my finger on it. Who was she? The moon goddess had paired us together for a reason. I was blown away by surprise. A white wolf was rare, and she must have held some power wherever she came from. Daniella whining in my ear was irritating the life out of me. I couldn't believe my brothers convinced me to take her as our mate. Rio was more into her than any of us, so ever since we were small, our parents had believed that the moon goddess would pair us with Daniella due to her being the daughter of the better. It was assumed she would be our Luna. We needed a strong and capable female to work alongside us to lead our pack successfully. My parents had done a grand job of running Creek for all of these years, and I wanted to follow in their footsteps Although Daniella was a beautiful, stunning she-Wolf, I could never pretend she was the one for me.
Eliza's POV I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me at her words. "Yes, I'm ready," I affirmed, though a part of me was still tinged with that familiar anxiety. Esmeralda motioned for me to sit cross-legged on the ground, the cool stones grounding me as I settled down. "This next exercise will require you to delve into your essence—to understand the core of who you are," she said softly, kneeling across from me. Her presence felt reassuring, and I took a deep breath to steady myself, focusing on her calming aura. "As we begin," she continued, "I want you to envision a light within you. A pure, vibrant energy that represents your truest self." She paused, her eyes locking onto mine with intensity. "Can you see it?" I closed my eyes, picturing a gentle light flickering within my chest. It felt warm and comforting, like the first rays of sunlight after a long winter. I imagined it growing brighter, pulsating in rhythm with my heart. "Good," Esmeralda encouraged. "No
Eliza's POV The following day arrived with a shimmer of sunlight breaking through the clouds, a hopeful contrast to the anxiety swirling within me. Rylan, Rio, Enzo, Ed, and I gathered in the training yard, our chosen space for the first lesson with Esmeralda. The air buzzed with anticipation, and I could feel the energy from my mates, each excited to begin this new chapter. As we stood together, the vastness of the courtyard loomed around us, adorned with ancient stone and vibrant greenery, a reminder of our heritage. My heart raced, and I could see that nervous energy mirrored in the eyes of my mates. "I can't believe it's finally here," Rylan said, his fingers brushing mine. "We're about to make history." "I hope she's everything they say she is," Ed mused, crossing his arms as he scanned the surroundings. "We need a mentor who can challenge us." "I'm ready for any challenge she throws at us," I asserted, trying to channel my determination into a solid anchor against
“No, I will not allow my daughter to put herself into anymore danger.” My father came stomping down the path and I looked up in surprise. He looked furious. His voice held a weight that silenced everyone around us. I looked up at him, confusion mingling with frustration. “Father, this isn’t just about just me anymore. Yelda won’t wait for me to be ready. We can’t afford to be passive.” He shook his head, his brow furrowed. “You don’t understand, Eliza. Training requires more than just a will to fight. It demands discipline, patience, and above all—safety. I won’t risk losing you.” My heart raced at his protective words. I understood his intentions, but meant to protect me. Yet I couldn’t ignore the gnawing sensation at the pit of my stomach that warned of the darkness closing in on us all. “You can’t keep me in a bubble forever. The world won’t pause for my safety.” Theron stepped forward, breaking the tension. “He’s right, Princess Eliza. We need to ensure you ar
Eliza’s POV As I spoke those words, a fire ignited within me—a fierce resolve I hadn’t known I possessed. The weight of my lineage pressed down like a mantle, but it no longer felt like a burden. I couldn’t afford to be weak, not when the stakes were so high. “What do I need to do?” I repeated, this time my voice unwavering. Rylan’s eyes narrowed with a mixture of pride and concern. “We’ll start with the basics. You have to learn to channel your emotions. Fear can be a powerful ally if you guide it, but it can equally ensnare you if you let it. You’ve felt what happens when you’re afraid, haven’t you?” I nodded, remembering the way I had felt Yelda’s presence gripping my heart like ice. “I can’t afford to feel like that again.” “Exactly,” Rylan said, his gaze unwavering. “You have to embrace every part of yourself—the light and the dark. Together, they will make you stronger.” Rio stepped forward, his expression shifting from anger to solidarity. “We can help you push t
Eliza’s POV The weight of their words pressed down on me, a heavy shroud of confusion and betrayal. “So Yelda really was just using me?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, a cold chill swept through the room, making the candles flicker as if a draft had burst in from an unseen passage. My heart raced, recalling how Yelda fed off my power. Who knew how long that had been going on? I clenched my fists, but not out of anger; it was profound fear — fear of my own abilities and who might exploit them again. “She was manipulating you, Princess Eliza,” Rylan said, his voice steady amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within me. “Crafting a façade that made you vulnerable. We recognized it just in time.” “What did you do?” I confronted them, rising from my seat, the chair scraping painfully against the floor. “Did you hurt her? Did you kill her?” “She’s not dead,” Rio interjected quickly, his brows knitted. “She’s sealed, but her spirit lingers—un
Eliza’s POV I woke up with a start and sat upright. Looking around me, I quickly realised I was back in my room. But how? The last thing I remembered was looking at Yelda and hearing my name called. My mates? How did I get back here? I couldn't remember, but my head hurt like hell. Raising a hand to rub my head, I glanced at myself in the mirror and frowned. I had to find Rylan and find out what had happened to me. Where was everyone? Suddenly, the door flew open, and there stood Bernard, the bodyguard my father had insisted I should have to keep me safe. “Where is everyone, and how am I back here?” I demanded to know from him; I strode towards him and pushed him hard against the wall, causing him to tumble and a look of shock on his face. “Princess Eliza. Wait a moment. You’re not thinking straight.” He stuttered as I rushed out of the room and ran down the hall to where I knew my father and brother would likely be. I stormed into the room and saw my father with Theron and Lar
Rylan’s POV With that command roaring from my lips, we sprang into action. I led the charge, muscles coiling as I surged forward, driven by an intense need to protect Eliza. My heart raced wildly, pounding a mantra of urgency as I darted from the shelter of the bushes towards the stranger and Eliza. "Eliza!" I shouted, my voice slicing through the tension like a knife. She turned, eyes wide in surprise, but a fleeting moment of shock fell across her features before the cloaked figure moved closer to her, positioning herself as a barrier. "Stay back!" the woman hissed, her voice like cold steel against my resolve. I skidded to a halt, heart pounding in my chest as I gauged the situation. Eliza hesitated, caught between fear and instinct. My brothers fanned out beside me, forming a protective barrier as we faced the two figures. "Rylan, we have to be careful," Enzo warned, his eyes scanning for any threats. “We don’t know what she’s capable of.” "I don’t care!" I shot
Rylan'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