Daniella’s POV “I'm sorry, Daniella; the boys do not want you as our chosen mate or Luna. Rylan is stuck on this idea of the white wolf being our mate. It's absolute madness.” Rio shook his head sadly as he finally finished his meeting with his brothers and his parents. I clenched my fists and turned away so he could not see the anger in my face. It was difficult for me not to feel so betrayed. All my life, I had dreamt of being the Luna of the creek. How could the moon goddess grant someone else the place as Luna, which should be mine? I needed to go and see Tricia. I knew that if Rio or the others saw the White Wolf, they would know she was their mate. I remembered how Rylan looked at her and the sparks between them. It wasn't fair, and I knew I had to do something more drastic to stop their Wolf, knowing she was their mate. If all four brothers were together as one, then their Wolf would see the truth. Then, I would lose my chance for good. “Daniella, sweetheart, is everyth
“I can't believe this is happening.” The words escaped my lips in a whisper, filled with wonder and disbelief. The idea of having a family member, especially a sibling, was something I had never dared to imagine. I had only ever had myself; even when Jasmine came to me the first time, I couldn't believe it. I was lucky, and I knew it. As the carriage pulled up to the grand entrance of the royal castle, I couldn't help but feel a nervous energy. The prospect of meeting my brother, of finally having a piece of my past and my heritage come to light, “Eliza, please. Don't worry. Everyone here is extremely friendly, and you will be looked after. Nobody will bring any harm or problems to you.” The King insisted as he placed a hand on my arm. It was as if he had read my mind. “Thank you, your highness.” I bowed my head, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. “You don't need to address me as King. I am your father and would prefer to be called that if you would like.” My eyes widened
Enzo’s POV I wandered the pack house, trying to clear my head after a long training day. I had been feeling restless lately, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. As I turned a corner, I saw Tricia sneaking around the bedrooms. She looked nervous and fidgety, and her eyes darted back and forth as if checking to ensure no one was watching.My instincts immediately went on high alert. What was Tricia doing here, and what was she hiding?I crept up behind her, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want to startle her, but I needed to know what was happening.Tricia's eyes snapped up, and she froze, her hand hovering over the door handle. She knew she was caught. “Enzo?” I stepped forward, my eyes locking onto hers. "What are you doing here, Tricia?"Tricia's face paled, and she took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "Enzo, it's just...I'm just looking for something."I raised an eyebrow. "At this time? In the middle of the pack house?"T
As I woke up, I felt refreshed and excited to start my new life in the royal family. I got dressed in the elegant clothes laid out for me and made my way to the royal dining hall. As I entered the grand room, I was greeted by the warm aroma of freshly baked pastries and the soft murmur of conversations.Alex was already seated at the table, looking dashing in his royal attire. He smiled as he saw me and stood up to greet me. "Good morning, sis," he said, his eyes sparkling warmly. "I'm glad you're feeling better after yesterday's journey."I sat beside him, feeling a sense of comfort and belonging with my new brother. The dining hall was filled with servants and guards, all busy preparing breakfast and ensuring everything was perfect for the royal family.As we sat down, a servant brought over a tray laden with an array of delicious dishes: golden-brown eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and steaming hot tea. My eyes widened as I took in the spread before me."Help yourself," Alex said,
Daniella's POV Enzo had betrayed my trust, and I could barely stand to look at him. He was probably the most stupid of the quadruplet brothers, but I would never have put him down as a traitor. Did he not care that Rio loved me and wanted me? I was the best fit for this pack as the future Luna. Now, my plan was down the toilet, and I had to think of something else quickly because I knew their father would be furious with me, not to mention my own parents. "Daniella, a word in my office. Now." Alpha Morgan hollered, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He had never spoken to me like that before, and it made me feel slightly afraid. Had I gone too far this time? "Yes, alpha Morgan. You called for me?" I stood in the doorway with my head bowed, waiting for his permission to enter. I knew better than to piss him off any further. "Get in here now." he roared, grabbing my arm and yanking me into the room; he forced me into a chair and slammed the door behind him. I was near
“Creek pack. I don’t know if I want to face them.” I muttered under my breath and quickly realised they had heard my words. I looked down at the ground, unable to bring myself to look at them both. I knew they would be staring at me, waiting for me to say something more. There was a moment of silence before Alfred broke it and said. “Creek, that’s where you were all this time, right?” I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as I nodded slowly, still avoiding eye contact. Alfred's words were like a gentle probing, and I knew he was trying to get me to open up about my past."Tell me, Princess," he said softly, his voice encouraging. "What happened to you? What did you go through? The king doesn't like to discuss it. He's just happy he has got you back again.” I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me. “I...I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it," I said, barely above a whisper.Bernard nodded sympathetically. "Of course, Princess. We understand
Rylan's POVI knocked on the study door, my knuckles drumming slowly. The muffled voices inside grew louder, and I felt my brow furrow in concern. I knew he was meeting with someone, and I gripped the white envelope to my chest, my heart racing with anticipation. The door swung open, and my father stood before me, his eyes blazing fiercely. My gaze darted across the room to Daniella, trembling in her seat, her eyes welling up with tears.My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I turned back to my father. "Father, may I have a word?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. He softened, his expression transforming from anger to a hint of annoyance. He turned to Daniella and barked an order, his voice low and commanding. "Leave my sight, now. Remember what we discussed." Daniella nodded hastily and scrambled out of the room, leaving us alone."Come in, son," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat. I hesitated, sensing that something was off. Why was Daniella so upset? And what was she doin
Alpha Morgan POVI rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the growing tension in my head. This was all too much to handle. The idea that Eliza, the omega girl who had grown up under my protection, was somehow connected to the legendary White Wolf was absurd. And yet, my son's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat.I thought back to when Luna found Eliza in the woods, a newborn without a family to claim her. We had assumed she had been abandoned and given her omega status. But now, I wondered if there was more to the story. Had she been sent away, or was something more sinister at play?The thought of Eliza being connected to the White Wolf was unsettling. The White Wolf was a myth, a legend whispered among packs of an influential, mysterious figure who could bring balance and harmony to the land. But what did it have to do with Eliza?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on the present. My quadruplets, Alpha and his brothers, were driving me cr
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
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