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
Eliza’s POV: The question from Alpha Theron pierced through me, bringing me back to the reality of my past, a reality I had hoped to keep concealed, at least for a little longer. The weight of his gaze was heavy, filled with an understanding that seemed to stretch beyond the words he spoke. I hesitated, my heart pounding against my chest, the memory of my previous pack flooding back. The look on Daniella’s face when Rylan announced I was his mate—the White Wolf. I felt a shiver down my spine as I imagined their disgust if or when they discovered that it was me, Omega Eliza, as their mate, the white wolf. Jasmine's presence in my mind was a comforting caress, her spirit intertwining with mine, lending me the strength I needed to face the Alpha's question. "*It's okay, Eliza. He deserves to know our journey, our truth,” she reassured me. Drawing in a deep breath, I made a decision. If I were to belong here truly, honesty was imperative, even if it meant uncovering the wounds of
Rylan’s POV The forest was alive with the sounds of my packmates moving swiftly through the dense foliage. The pounding of their paws against the earth reverberated in my chest as we followed the scent trail towards the southern border.At the head of our pack was my father, Alpha Morgan. His golden frame exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect. Even from behind, I could see the focused narrowing of his amber eyes.My claim of a mate bond with the white wolf had sent shockwaves through our traditions. Daniella, the daughter of our Beta, had been groomed to become the Luna, the alpha female. But if my bond were true, it would upend our known structure.I could feel the weight of anticipation radiating from my packmates as we neared the border. The scent of the white wolf grew stronger with every stride, causing my heart to race. This could be the moment of reckoning.A piercing howl cut through the air, signalling the scouts had reached the border first.But when we finally
Rylan’s POV I lay there, trembling and whining in anguish as the magical compulsion settled into my very bones. It was like an insidious poison leeching the life from me, stripping away that vital piece of my soul that yearned for the white wolf. My packmates watched in somber silence, their expressions a mixture of pity and relief. For them, the Alpha's decree brought a resolution, no matter how painful. The threat of war with our rivals had been averted. Peace would reign, even if it came at a devastating personal cost. My father's face was a mask of grim resolve as he turned away, signalling for the others to follow. One by one, they began melting back into the forest, leaving me alone in the clearing with my shattered dreams. I'm not sure how long I remained there, curled in on myself as the trauma of what had transpired washed over me in waves. What felt like hours could have been mere minutes lost in a haze of grief. Finally, a familiar scent roused me from my stupo
Rio's POV"Daniella, where is the stupid omega she's been hiding away for far too long?" I demanded, anger lacing my voice. Daniella's eyes widened in surprise at my harsh tone."I wish I knew," she admitted, shaking her head. "She has responsibilities to the pack, yet she dares to hide away after all we have done for her?" I scoffed in disgust. We had been kind enough to allow an unmated omega to stay in our prestigious pack. When Daniella and I took over as Alpha leaders, I wasn't sure that generosity would continue."How does she repay the kindness and protection of this pack?" Daniella asked rhetorically, her expression twisting in disgust. "By disrespecting our authority like this?"I clenched my fists, feeling my wolf growling just beneath the surface. The audacity of this omega, thinking she could forget her duties without consequence. Didn't she realise how lucky she was to be part of our powerful bloodline?"When I find her, she will be disciplined," I stated firmly, meeting
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
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