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 As Alpha Theron and I approached the grand packhouse, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous anticipation. This was to be my new home, my sanctuary away from the cruelties of my old pack. Despite the Alpha's reassuring words, I still harboured a small kernel of doubt - what if the others didn't accept me as readily as he had? Jasmine's calming presence washed over me. 'Have faith, Eliza. We are among true pack now.' I clung to her wisdom, drawing strength from the bond we shared. If Alpha Theron believed in me, I could start believing in myself, too. The packhouse loomed ahead, an impressive structure of stone and timbers that blended seamlessly with the forest surroundings. The closer we drew, the more I picked up the varied scents and energies of the wolves within - a melting pot of personalities united under one lunar force. Alpha Theron must have sensed my trepidation. He offered me a kind smile as we approached the entrance. "Do not be afraid, Eliz
Eliza’s POV The disdainful looks and snide comments from Caia only seemed to intensify. The beautiful redhead did not attempt to veil her dislike for me, glaring venomously whenever I entered the same space. She reminded me of Daniella and Tricia, and they would certainly get along well. At first, I tried to ignore her childish antagonism, focusing instead on bonding with Maya, Nisha, Zara and the other pack members who had welcomed me warmly. But Caia's burning resentment was like a stubborn spark that steadily ignited a raging fire of bitterness between us.“I am so grateful to Alpha Theron for letting me be here, but Caia seems to hate me,” I said, glancing over at her as she threw me a dagger look. “Oh, her. Don't take it personally," Maya had said with a dismissive roll of her eyes. "Caia has always possessed an inflated sense of entitlement. She sees you as a threat to her delusions of being the most exalted female in our ranks.""The audacity of this...White Wolf thinking sh
Eliza’s POV Theron's words hung heavy in the tense silence. I felt shame burn through me at disappointing the noble alpha who had shown me such kindness. Caia, too, seemed cowed by his reprimand. Before either of us could respond, a commotion at the edge of the clearing caught everyone's attention. Zara came bounding in, her eyes wide with urgency. "Alpha! Rogues have been spotted on our eastern border," she panted. "A large pack, by the looks of it, maybe 20 or more. They've already killed two of our outer perimeter scouts." A rumble of alarm spread through the gathered wolves. Attacks from violent rogues were always a threat, but a pack of that size could devastate us. Theron's eyes narrowed, and I saw his body tense, readying for action. "Muster our best fighters immediately. We'll cut them off at the ridge line and make our stand there." He turned his intense gaze on me and Caia. "This ridiculous feud ends now. Prove you both have honour by fighting alongside your packmates
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