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
Rio’s POV As the council meeting ended and everyone started to go their separate ways, I grabbed Daniella and led her to the dimly lit corridor, ensuring we moved to a quiet spot where nobody could overhear us. I could not risk our secret being found out. I wanted to protect Creek and the people here. The distant hum of the pack house faded as we found ourselves in the secluded nook, the flickering light barely touching her concerned features. "Daniella, we have to keep this to ourselves," I warned her, my voice barely above a whisper. Daniella nodded, her usually vibrant eyes clouded with worry. "But how long can we keep quiet, Rylan? This could change everything for the pack... for all of us." Her voice trembled, betraying the fear she tried so hard to mask. “I hate that omega for what she has done. I don't know what is worse, her escaping so easily or Rylan refusing to accept me.” she pouted her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. "I know," I said, reaching out to
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rio’s POV My Mother’s expression hardened as she processed the information, the strategic wheels turning in her mind. "Gather the warriors. We will investigate this disturbance immediately," she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. The beta wolf nodded, turning to relay the orders to the gathered pack warriors. As he hurried off, Mother turned her gaze back to me, the weight of her scrutiny heavy on my shoulders. "Rio," she began, her tone firm but tinged with concern. "We will discuss this so-called 'delicate situation' after we have dealt with the matter at hand. But mark my words, secrets can unravel, especially within a pack as close-knit as ours. Now, let's see what is happening at the border gates.” I swallowed hard, the gravity of her words settling like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Despite the cloak of secrecy we had tried to maintain, the truth seemed now racing towards the surface, threatening to expose the delica
Rio's POV I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me as Rylan, Edward, and Enzo confronted us about our apparent secrecy. Daniella tried to downplay the situation, but their suspicions only grew stronger in the face of our evasive responses. "Did you forget that we are brothers? Quadruplets, and I know you better than she ever could," Rylan stated. I looked at Daniella, who lowered her gaze to the ground. She knew that he was right. "Rylan, you don’t understand what you are saying. Please, let it go. It’s complicated, but Daniella is our chosen Luna. Let’s not forget that she is best for our pack," I started to say with a sigh. I wished my stupid brother would just accept that now so we could get on with our lives and prepare for our Alpha position when the time eventually comes. "What makes you think that she is what’s right for all of us and Creek?" Rylan's jaw was clenched, his arms crossed in front of him as he demanded answers. Edward and Enzo stood by his side, thei
Eliza’s POV “You were amazing out there. Thank you for helping us.” Alpha Theron said to me as Caia approached me with a strange look on her face. “Can I have a word, please, Eliza?” she asked nervously.” sure, what is it?” I asked. “I want to apologise for being so rude before.” "Apology accepted, Caia," I replied, offering her a reassuring smile. "Let's put the past behind us and focus on what lies ahead." As we stepped aside from the group, I couldn't help but notice the unease in her eyes. "Is there something else you wanted to discuss, Caia?" I probed gently. She hesitated momentarily before finally confessing, "I've been thinking about what happened earlier today, Eliza. When you...changed. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. I feel like I don't know what to think.” I sighed, understanding her apprehension. "Caia, I'm still the same Eliza. But yes, something extraordinary happened to me today. Jasmine's presence has awakened a power within me, a connection between h
Rylan's POVAs I listened to my parents and that rogue talking about the white wolf and her whereabouts at the Silver Moon Pack, something within me shifted. She belonged with me, and no one would stand in the way of claiming what was rightfully mine. The connection between us, the bond that had been forged long before we even knew of its existence, beckoned me to her side. I did not care for Daniella being my brother's choice of a chosen Luna. We were not yet the Alphas of Creek anyway. I had had enough of the secrets, the lies, the deception. I may not know her name, but I knew she was my mate, the White Wolf, and I would not let her slip through my fingers. I silently vowed to find her and bring her back to where she truly belonged – by my side—Future Luna of the Creek. No way was I letting this go. The thought echoed in my mind, driving me forward through the forest. The moon's silver light illuminated my path, guiding me toward the Silver Moon Pack. It did not bother me that th
Eliza's POV“Eliza, you're strong, and you can do just fine without him as your mate. But are you ok?” Caia's concern and words brought me back to the present, the weight of the events that had transpired still heavy on my shoulders. I nodded in response, not trusting myself to speak, my gaze fixed on the ground as I tried to steady my emotions. "He's lucky Alpha Theron showed restraint," Caia remarked with a sigh, her words carrying a mix of relief and resignation. The thought of Rylan facing the wrath of our Alpha made my heart clench with a pang of guilt and unease. Despite everything, I didn't want to see him hurt, even if our paths had diverged so painfully."Thank you, Caia," I whispered. “Were they that bad to you back at that Creek pack?” caia asked curiously.Caia's question brought back a rush of memories from my time at Creek Pack, memories that I had tried to bury beneath a facade of strength and resilience. I bit my lip, the vivid recollections of Daniella and Tricia's
Rylan’s POV My heart raced at her confession, her words igniting desire within me and my brothers. She lay there, an exquisite goddess dressed in the remnants of her clothing, radiating power, vulnerability, and an intoxicating allure that made it impossible to resist her. "Then let us make you feel that way," Enzo said, his voice a low growl, as he leaned down to kiss her again, capturing her lips with urgency. The way she responded to him—moaning softly and arching her back—sent a rush throughout the room, filling us all with a shared longing that bound us closer together.As I watched the scene unfold, I could feel Eliza's energy ebbing and flowing, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. My hands joined Enzo’s, lightly exploring her abdomen as I marvelled at the smoothness of her skin. We were so intensely connected, tethered by the pull of fate. "Tell us what you need, Eliza," Ed prompted softly. His fingers ran along her shoulder, brushing against the delicate cur
Rylan's POV "Eliza, come on. Let's go upstairs and talk." I offered my hand to the princess, and she eyed the four of us but took my hand anyway. "What's going on, Rylan?" she asked as we made our way up the grand staircase, each step echoing with the weight of the conversation to come. The air in the palace felt heavy, but our mate needed to know. Once inside her chamber, I was glad her father or brother hadn't stopped us. I knew they would be concerned about Eliza knowing what we would tell her. Ed closed the door gently behind us, ensuring only five of us were in the room. The faint scent of polished wood and leather filled the air. ELIZA took a seat hesitantly on the edge of her bed, her curious eyes staring between us. Me, Rio, Enzo and Ed stood in a loose semicircle around her concern etched on our faces. "Eliza," I started taking a deep breath. We need to talk to you. We have to return briefly back to the pack. It's crucial, and we must return to handle some cri
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