Eliza’s POV “Father? What is this all about?” I turned to my father and asked. What was he trying to gain from having me face Alpha Morgan and be told that Grayson wasn't his son? “Ask him who Grayson’s father is and why he doesn't believe in fated mates. Ask him why he didn't want his sons to have you as their Luna and mate.” I felt a surge of anger and betrayal as I listened to my father's words. How could he be so cruel and manipulative? Why was he forcing me to confront Alpha Morgan, of all people, about something so personal and painful? I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, focusing on the task at hand. I had to get to the bottom of this and find out what my father was hiding. "Alpha Morgan," I said, trying to steady my voice. "I've been told that you don't believe in fated mates. Can you explain why?" Alpha Morgan's expression turned cold and distant. "I believe in loyalty and power," he said. "Fated mates are just a myth, a way for the weak-willed to cl
Rylan’s POV I watched in disgust as Grayson was dragged away, kicking and screaming. He had turned into a lunatic. Daniella stood trembling with fear, and I felt sympathetic to her ordeal. My brother acted stupidly and let his greed get the better of him. He could never be a good leader with that attitude. “He said I was to mate with him.” Daniella shuddered at the thought as Rio attempted to comfort her. “Well, he's gone now, and he won't be a problem. Theron will deal with that arse of a loser.” Enzo growled, and I nodded my head in agreement. “I'm ashamed to call him our brother.” Ed sighed. “I'm sorry he put you through that, but he won't return.” I clenched my jaw, feeling mixed emotions: anger towards Grayson for putting Daniella through that, sympathy for her trauma, and relief that the situation was finally under control. I glanced around at my brothers, who looked at me with a similar sense of unease.“Rylan, what happens now? If alpha Morgan isn't coming back, then who
Theron’s POV I pushed my son to the floor and opened the car door. “Get in now,” I ordered him through clenched teeth. He did as he was told, and I locked the door after him. He would be stupid to fight me again. I was stronger than him, and I couldn’t believe how silly he had been to try and take over Creek. His quadruplet brothers were next in line for that, and he would never have stood a chance against their wolf, Enigma. The fact that he now knew I was his father made me feel a lot of relief and a huge weight taken off my shoulders. Lara was my fated mate, and she chose Morgan over me, which killed me. I hated him for taking her from me. When she fell pregnant the day we met in the forest, I was glad because it meant we would be together. I could have quickly taken down Creek, but I didn’t because I loved Lara, and she begged me many times to stay away. I respected that, but now things had changed. Morgan had been sent to the king's jail for his crimes of not declaring
Daniella pov My jaw dropped as I stared at her. It was Eliza. Standing before me, she exuded an air of sophistication and poise that left me breathless. Her transformation was astonishing – she looked stunning, with her hair styled to perfection, makeup flawlessly applied, and eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. I felt rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak as my gaze devoured every detail of her appearance. She was a far cry from the girl I had known before. Her evolution was both startling and captivating. I never could have imagined the omega girl could be standing before me like she was. As we locked eyes, the air was electric with tension. My heart raced in my chest, and my palms grew damp. It was as if time had stood still. Prince Alex's announcement broke the silence, his voice calm and collected. "We're here to discuss matters with the new alpha." He smiled warmly at Eliza, his eyes shining with adoration as she linked her arm through his. "My sister
Eliza’s POV Being back here at Creek was weird as hell for me; all of the memories of growing up and the bullying I received daily came rushing back to me like a boomerang. Standing before Daniella, the prominent ring leader, I didn’t feel scared or weak. She looked pathetic, staring at me with her fake apologetic look. “I want a proper apology from you, and I want you to mean everything to me, word of it. Get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness.” I ordered her, and my brother threw me a surprised glare. I ignored him, and this was between me and Daniella. How dare she think that she could get away with all the hurt and pain that she had caused me? I had already rejected the alpha quadruplets as my mate, but that didn’t mean everyone else was about to get off without any punishment. My brother didn’t even know half of what I had gone through. “Princess Eliza!” Daniella stuttered nervously as she knelt and clasped her hands together. I could see her bottom lip tremb
Eliza’s POV “Eliza, we have to go back to the palace.” my brother suddenly ushered me away to the waiting car before I could open my mouth and protest. "Eliza?” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Get in.” I frowned, looking up at him. "What's wrong? What's going on?"But he just shook his head. "Not here. Let's get in the car.”"Alex, please," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "Tell me what's going on. Is it Father? Is something wrong?"He finally turned to me, his eyes grave. "We'll talk about it when we return to the palace," he said.Bernard sat beside me, and we remained silent, but I felt so alone. What was going on that we had to go home so soon? The rest of the ride was torture. I could feel my anxiety growing with every passing minute. What could be wrong with Father? He was the most muscular man I knew.When we finally arrived at the palace, he helped me out of the car, and we entered the grand hall. The servants were all huddled together in a corner, whispering amon
Eliza’s POV Bernard raised an eyebrow. "Wow, Princess Eliza. You're damn special to have a second chance, mate," he crossed his arms over his chest. I scowled at him, thinking about how I had rejected four mates already. My father was unwell, so did I want the hassle of another mate? Alex placed a hand on my shoulder. "We'll support you, Eliza. We'll be here for you, no matter what." I nodded, feeling thankful to my brother. He was always there for me, even when I was stubborn and headstrong. "I think I need some time to think," I said, turning away from them. "I'll come back and talk to you both later." Bernard nodded. "Take all the time you need, princess." I walked back into my father's room, feeling anxious. Father's eyes were closed; I sat beside him, taking his hand in mine. "Father?" I whispered. "What do you think? Should I take a chance on Ryder?" He opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. "You deserve happiness, Eliza. If Ryder makes you happy, then ta
Rylan’s POV “What the hell is wrong with you, Daniella?” I demanded to know as she was shoved into an empty room. I couldn’t believe how stupid she was in front of Prince Alex and Eliza. She is lucky she wasn’t ripped apart, but as the new alpha, we could not let her off lightly. We had to show an excellent example to others. “I hate her. She doesn’t deserve anything. Why should she be a princess and in the royal family?” Daniella scowled and crossed her arms over her chest like a spoilt brat. “You know what, Daniella? I’m so glad that we never took you as our chosen mate. Your attitude stinks.” With that, I gestured for the guard to lock the door and ensure Daniella stayed there until it was decided otherwise. “Rylan, what will we do about this situation with Daniella?” Enzo asked me, and Rio stepped up before I could respond, let alone blink. “What do you think?” I said, rubbing my chin and focusing on my brothers. I could sense their concern when I looked at my brothe
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
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