Eliza’s POV “Then it’s settled!” Ed declared, pumping his fist in the air as if he had just made the grandest decision known to man. “Tonight, after the sun sets, we'll head out to the clearing by the river. Just us, the moonlight, and whatever wild adventures await.”The others nodded in agreement, and I watched as they all looked excited about the idea. “Hey, wait!” I called, stopping them in their tracks. They paused, turning back to me with questioning looks. “I need to feel confident in my wolf form again. I feel like I am disconnected from her. You don’t feel like that with your wolf.” I wiped a strand of hair from my face and sighed. Rylan approached me and took my hands in his, warm and steady. “You’re going to be amazing, Eliza. Just remember, Jasmine is with you. Trust her, trust yourself. It’s going to be ok. I promise you that.” With a deep breath, I nodded. “I will.” “Everything will be okay,” Rylan whispered in my ear, and I felt a shiver of excitement rush down my
Rylan's POV I smiled as I made my way out of the princess's bedroom along with my three brothers. I was happy that we had our mate back; it felt amazing. She was a great kisser, and I still tasted her on my lips. Rio glanced at me suspiciously. "So tell me, dear brother. Did something happen with you and Princess Eliza? You're smiling like an idiot, giving me weird vibes." He said, and I could sense the jealousy in his tone. "Maybe it did, but she is our mate. We are all for her." I told my brother, and he immediately fell silent. Ed and Enzo were lagging behind and deep in conversation about Ryder. I clenched my fists, hoping we wouldn't have to cross paths with him again. The thought that he had touched our mate made me angry, but it wasn't Eliza's fault because she had been tricked into believing he was her second-chance mate. "We should get rid of our father once and for all," Enzo thundered, and Ed growled in agreement. I stopped and spun around to face my brothers. "He wi
Eliza’s POV Eliza's POV "Eliza? What are you doing out here? Alone? With this stranger? Why are Bernard or Archie not here?" I turned to see that the quadruplets had followed me from the castle. Their matching look of concern stopped me from being annoyed at their sudden presence. They were only looking out for me. My father making me having bodyguards was a waste of time, I could look after myself anyway. “His son,” Yelda muttered. Her voice was barely a whisper, yet loud enough for me to catch her words. I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could say a word, Rio, Ed, and Enzo surged around me while Rylan positioned himself in front of me in a protective stance. "And, who would you be? What are you doing with the Princess out here all alone?" Rylan demanded to know. "Rylan, she is not here to cause me any harm," I said, trying to assure him. "I am here to help; I am not a threat to your princess or anyone," Yelda spoke calmly despite the sudden tension around us.
Theron's POVThe door creaked open, revealing a young messenger, and he was nervous to interrupt the King. I could see the concern in his eyes as if he had interrupted.The King's expression hardened as he regarded the interruption. I felt Lara squeeze my hand and gave her a small smile, quickly returning my focus to the unfolding scene before me."Very well, send him in," the King sighed, his tone hinting at annoyance.As the messenger stepped aside, I wondered what Prince Alex had to say, which was so vital that it couldn't wait.Moments later, the Prince entered the room. "Father, I need to speak to you about Morgan," he stated, his gaze shifting briefly to Lara and me before locking onto his father."You come at the wrong time, my son; can you not wait? As you can see, I'm busy," King replied, his voice tinged with impatience."No, it can't," the Prince said firmly, "If we do not address Morgan's face swiftly, we risk a lot. Some may believe in his redemption. I don't get it.""Re
Morgan's POV The door opened suddenly, causing me to shield my eyes from the bright light. Was this my ending? I assumed that they were going to put my life to an end. I was already so weak and disoriented from a lack of water and food. My wolf was probably long gone now, thanks to the silver chains that restricted my movements. I scowled at the unexpected guests as they entered my cell room. "Theron? What are you doing here?" I uttered the words; my voice was barely a whisper. He crouched in front of me, not taking his eyes off me. I could not read his thoughts from his blank expression. "Morgan, this is your last chance to come forward with the truth before I would gladly end your pathetic excuse of a life." I heard him growl. My eyes widened in surprise. He was giving me a chance. Theron of all. My deadly enemy. I wondered what the catch was. He surely would instead murder me after I had stolen his true mate and had babies with her? I didn't know how to respond, but he grabbed m
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
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
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
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
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