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 “Mate will be looking for us,” Jasmine told me, but I wasn't going to go back there. Not now. They would kill me if they ever found out that it was me who had harmed Daniella. I never knew that I could be capable of anything like that. Jasmine lay down at the edge of a beautiful stream and took a long-needed drink from it. All the running had exhausted poor Jasmine. There was a small entrance at the edge of the stream that would shelter us for the night. I decided it best to shift back to human to allow my Wolf to rest up for a few hours. I could swim in the stream, and luckily, it was the warmer weather, so that I wouldn't freeze. I waded into the stream, the cool water soothing my weary body. “Hey, what are you doing trespassing on our sacred land?” an angry voice boomed from behind us, causing me to be startled. I turned around slowly, my heart racing with fear and guilt. Standing before us was a large, imposing figure - a member of another pack,
Rylan’s POV “You must have fallen off the idiot tree. I can't believe this rubbish.” Rio shook his head at me as we returned to Creek, still holding Daniella in his arms. She clung to him tightly, burying her face into his neck. His affection for her baffled me, and I couldn't help but think she was pathetic for relying so heavily on him. “It's true. Daniella knows it, too.” I growled, but my brother did not believe me. “Rylan, let's go back and say Daniella is our chosen mate. We know she will be a great Luna. Her beta blood with our alpha blood together will create some strong and wonderful heirs for our pack.” Rio started to say, and I thought he was crazy to think up such nonsense. As I prepared to respond to Rio with a disapproving gaze, our mother's shriek interrupted us. Luna Lara, our magnificent pack luna, appeared at the entrance of the outhouse, her presence commanding. Her eyes scanned each of us, landing on me with a disapproving look that made it clear she w
Rylan’s POV The following day, as the first light of dawn cast a golden glow over Creek, I awoke determined to prove the existence of the White Wolf, my destined mate. My mind raced with thoughts of the mysterious creature and the significance of our connection. My brothers would be sorry for not believing me. Daniella was not worthy to be Luna. She was weak, crying and wrapping herself around Rio like a snake. I would never accept her as anything more than the daughter of my father's beta. Once showered and dressed, I went to the pack's central meeting hall, where the pack's leaders gathered to discuss important matters and make decisions that would shape our future. As I entered the hall, I could feel the weight of their scepticism and judgment hanging in the air, but I stood tall, ready to defend my beliefs.Nobody would succeed in changing my mind. I was sure of that. My father was already there, and he cleared his throat and gazed across at the crowd of members waiting for his
Eliza’s POV "Thank you, Gerald," I replied, trying to keep any nervousness out of my voice. "I am grateful for your hospitality and protection. I have no intention of causing any trouble for your pack." Gerald's expression softened at my words, and he nodded in understanding. "You need not worry, dear Queen. We welcome all wolves needing sanctuary here, regardless of their past affiliations. You are safe here and protected.” With relief, I followed Gerald into the packhouse, Jasmine close behind. The interior was just as magnificent as the exterior, with intricate silver designs adorning the walls and furniture. The air was filled with pine and lavender, creating a calming atmosphere. Gerald led us to a comfortable room with a large, plush bed and a roaring fire. He gestured for us to make ourselves at home and promised to bring us some warm drinks and food soon. As I settled onto the bed, exhaustion washing over me, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening b
Daniella’s POV I couldn’t believe Rylan would even think about denying me, so what if I wasn’t their fated mate? I deserved to be the Luna of Creek. I was the daughter of the Beta. Not only did I have strength, I was a damn good fighter, and everyone here at this pack adored me. Well, all except stupid Eliza. Nobody liked her, but Luna Lara and Alpha Morgan were panicking that they couldn’t find the dumb hoe. She wasn’t important anyway. Yesterday was my birthday, and instead of being swept off my feet by my new mates, I was being attacked by some filthy white wolf that Rylan was now obsessed over. I had to find out who she was and get rid of her before she took my mates and my place as Luna away from me. I was not going to let anyone get in the way of me being the Luna of Creek. I had dreamt of being Luna since I was tiny; nothing meant more than having that title. As I left the woods and headed back home, I decided I would find Rio and get him to have a word
Rylan pov As I watched Daniella's desperate attempt to assert her claim as Luna, a wave of anger and frustration washed over me. How could she be so blind to the true mate bond that connected me to the white wolf? I couldn't stand by and let her manipulate and deceive those around her, especially Rio, who deserved so much more than her false promises and schemes. "Enough, Daniella," I growled, my voice laced with barely contained rage. "You will not manipulate or control those around you to fulfil your selfish desires. The white wolf is my mate, and I will not let you or anyone else come between us." Turning back to Daniella, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her misguided attempts to claim a title that was never meant to be hers. "You may be the daughter of the Beta, but that does not entitle you to the title of Luna. True strength and leadership come from within, from the heart and soul of a true mate. And that is something you will never understand." Ignoring
Eliza’s POV I followed Gerald down the winding corridors of the packhouse. Despite the grandeur of our surroundings, with intricately carved wooden beams and stained glass windows dappling the floors with kaleidoscopic patterns, I couldn't shake my nervousness. Meeting the Alpha was a pivotal moment that could determine my fate.“Please, don't be worried. He's a highly respected alpha.” Gerald whispered kindly to me, and I responded with a smile. We entered a great hall, the ceiling soaring high above us. At the far end, seated on an ornately carved wooden throne, was the Alpha. He was an imposing figure, broad-shouldered with a thick silver mane and piercing amber eyes. His expression was unreadable as Jasmine and I approached. "Alpha Theron, may I present Eliza and her Wolf companion Jasmine," Gerald announced with a respectful bow. "They have sought sanctuary with our pack."Alpha Theron regarded us for a long moment before rising to his feet. "Ah, the White Wolf girl. Welcome t
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
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