Rylan's POV I felt relief as the servant's words hung in the air. "You are all free to leave," he said, his tone neutral. "The King has decided to give you a second chance. It was your parents' mistake, not yours, after all." He turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving us to our devices. I was already on my feet, eager to get out of the cold room and back into the bright sunlight. "I'm out of here," Rio said, his voice dripping with disdain. "If our parents have done wrong, that's on them. We didn't ask for this." Enzo nodded in agreement, his eyes flashing with anger. "We didn't deserve to be punished for their mistakes." Edward, however, looked hesitant, his brow furrowed in concern. "But we cannot just leave them; they are our parents regardless." Rio and Enzo looked at Edward as if he were insane. They turned and left the door before another word could be said. Edward turned his focus to me. "What about you, Rylan? Are you going to walk away from o
Alpha Morgan's POV I sat on the cold, damp cell floor, feeling rather sorry since I had been thrown inside here like a criminal. The King was out of his mind. What was he planning to do with me? I had no idea, but the fact that I was chained and forced to eat bread and drink water made me feel sick; I thought about my boys and how they might be feeling right now. I was an alpha, their father, and a role model for my entire pack. How could that be taken away from me so quickly? My poor Luna would be beside herself with worry, no doubt. I could not believe this was happening to me. If my sons had kept their stupid mouths shut and accepted Daniella as their mate, then none of this would have happened, but Rylan just had to keep pushing. I thought back to when we first found Eliza in the woods and took her home. She was a tiny, helpless newborn. My Luna and I had decided not to declare it at first and thought nothing more of it; she was taken care of within our pack, and that
Alpha Morgan’s POV I glared at my Luna, my mind reeling with emotions. How could she do this to me? To our family? To our pack? The thought of Theron, my arch-nemesis, being the true father of my boy, Grayson, was unbearable. I had been there for him since the day that he was born. I thought my family was complete, and I was a father again. "Why?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing. "Why did you keep this from me? Why did you betray me like this?" My Luna's tears fell silently as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Morgan. I was young and stupid. I didn't know what I was getting myself into." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut again. "You didn't know what you were getting yourself into?" I repeated, my voice incredulous. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You chose to betray me, to deceive me, to destroy our family. You made an oath to be my chosen Luna. We agreed to keep that between us. Did you forget about that?” I growled.
Eliza's POV My brother shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to think; let's go find Father and talk to him." He suggested, and I hesitated. What if he shoved me into my bedroom again and punished Alex for letting me out? Alex sensed my concerns and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It will be ok, little sister. I promise. I am here with you now, and I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. Father is just afraid that he will lose you again. He has been much happier since you came back into our lives. I know that better than anyone else around here." Alex reassured me, and I couldn't help but smile despite the worries that clouded my mind. As I stood there, my mind racing with the uncertainty of what lay ahead, I felt Alex's reassuring hand on my shoulder. His words were like a warm blanket wrapping around me, calming my fears and doubts. I looked up at him, my eyes searching for any sign of deception, but all I saw was genuine concern and kindness. My b
Daniella’s POV “You are going to be my chosen mate. I will be alpha tomorrow, and you will be my Luna and produce me an heir,” he smirked confidently. “You will obey my every order, and you will be a good girl.” I stood before Grayson, my heart racing with fear and anger. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "You can't be serious," I spat out, trying to keep my voice steady. “I belong to your brothers, not you.” Grayson's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh, but I am very serious," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You, Daniella, are going to be my mate. Not theirs. They never wanted you anyway. I know all about your failed trick to seduce them with magic.” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. "No," I said, shaking my head. "No way. I will never mate with you. You make me sick.” Grayson chuckled, his laughter sending a shiver down my spine. "Ah, but you will," he said, his voice dripping confidently. "You see, I've taken care of the others.
Grayson’s POV “What nonsense are you spouting?” I growled in disgust at the arch-enemy of my pack. I had grown up knowing that my parents hated him. He was horrible, greedy and selfish. Yet here he was, talking such rubbish. “You. You are my son. My child.” he did not take his eyes off me, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Alpha Theron, my father? It couldn't be true. I'd always known that my mother had kept secrets from me, but this... this was a whole new level of betrayal. "Why?" I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "Why did you keep this from me? Why did you lie to me? What about my mother? Who is she?” Alpha Theron's expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with a hint of anger. "I didn't lie to you, Grayson. You're my son, and I'm proud of you. But you're not ready to know the truth. Your mother is your mother. You are still brothers to these quadruplets, but you have a different father, and that is me. Like I said, you are not ready for the truth ye
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
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