Rylan’s POV I woke up before the sun had fully risen, the darkness of the night still lingering in the air. I lay in bed briefly, my mind racing with thoughts of the previous night's conversation. My father's decision to make Daniella our chosen mate still lingered in my mind like a bitter taste in my mouth.I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding softly to the door. I opened it slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the pack house. The hallway was quiet and dark, the only sound being the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet.I made my way to the forest, my only destination. As I walked, the trees grew taller and the underbrush thicker until the dense foliage surrounded me. I stopped at a clearing, where I knew my brothers would be waiting for me.I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Rio was already here, his eyes fixed on me with a severe expression. Enzo was pacing back and forth, his agitation evident. Ed stood still, his eyes f
Eliza’s POV I spent time with my brother Alex, exploring the palace and its surroundings. He was an excellent guide, showing me all the hidden passages and secret rooms that only a few knew about. He laughed about how he used to hide from our parents there when he was smaller. We would spend hours talking about our mother and how she used to be the one who would take him on adventures. Alex would tell me stories about her bravery and kindness, and I would listen with wide eyes, feeling like I was getting to know her better. Our father would often join us, sitting in on our conversations and sharing his stories about our mother. He would tell us about the times she had stood up for what was right, even when it was difficult, and how she had always put her family first. I loved hearing these stories, and I could feel a deep sense of connection to my mother through them. As we talked about our mother, I couldn't help but feel a longing. I wished I could have met her, to know her as
Rylan’s POV What are you doing?” I growled at Rio angrily when we were back inside the packhouse, and our father was out of earshot. He smirked at me. “Buying us some more time. Let's enjoy this ball tomorrow and keep our parents happy for now. We have a few days to develop something.” he explained. I felt a surge of anger and frustration at Rio's words. "Buying us time?" I repeated, my voice low and even. "Is that all you're concerned about? We can't pretend to be happy and follow our father's plans. We have to take a stand." Rio shrugged. "For now, it's the best we can do. We can't just up and leave the pack without a plan. We need to be smart about this." I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. I had expected more from my brothers, especially Rio. "You're not taking this seriously, are you?" I accused, my voice rising. Rio's smirk faltered, and he looked at me seriously. "Of course I am, Ry. But we have to be realistic. We're not going to change our father's min
Eliza’s POV The day of the ball came around way too soon, and I pushed aside any anxiety that kept threatening to consume me. “You look so amazing. I'm so excited for everyone to meet you.” Abbie clapped her hands together and jumped up with excitement. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. Abbie had worked her magic, transforming me into a vision of loveliness. "Thank you, Abbie," I said, admiring the elegant gown she had chosen for me. The silk fabric shimmered in the light, and the delicate embroidery seemed to dance across the bodice. I felt like a princess, truly. Abbie beamed with pride. "You're welcome, Princess. I knew you would look perfect in this dress. You're a natural beauty, after all." I chuckled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Abbie. She had been a godsend since I arrived at the palace, helping me to navigate the complex world of royal protocol and etiquette. And, of course, she was a master of her cr
Rylan Pov As I stood before the king, my eyes locked on the stunning woman beside him. My mother's growl still echoed in my mind, "It's her!" she had whispered to my father, her voice laced with a mixture of shock and excitement. But my father's warning glance was all the reminder I needed to keep my emotions in check.The king's words resonated with me - "His daughter" - and I felt excitement and pride. I had been right all along. She was the white wolf, and I had been drawn to her from the moment I saw her Wolf. But as I gazed at her, I couldn't help but notice how she seemed captivating another man's attention. Rio stepped forward, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me back before I could react. "Rylan, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I can feel it too. We're all drawn to her."Ed and Enzo nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Eliza with a mixture of longing and desire. "Oh
Eliza’s POV“Mate is here.” Jasmine kept screaming in my mind, but I couldn't look at them. I hated that they were staring at me. I could feel their eyes on me. Ryder was dancing with me and seemed so happy, and I wished he could have been my mate instead of these four jokers. I mean, come on, moon goddess, what was she thinking? “I know. I don't want them as our mates, Jasmine.” I told my Wolf and allowed Ryder to draw me closer to him. Jasmine whimpered, and I knew she felt a pull towards them, but I couldn't let myself run over to them and be ok with the fact that they had treated me so badly and never accepted me as someone with feelings. They and their stupid pack should have stayed in my past. I would reject them if they even tried to come near me. I was certain of the fact that my father would not allow anyone to come that close to me if I made it clear that I didn't want them within an inch of me. I swallowed hard and then took a deep breath. The quadruplets were here, so t
Rylan’s POV She rejected us. I couldn't believe it. Eliza had rejected the four of us. “We haven't been the greatest to her, though, have we?” Enzo reminded us, and we knew that he was right. Of course, we couldn't change what had happened, but our wolf would be weaker without Eliza and her rejection. “Now we can go back to Creek, and you will officially be taking Daniella as your mate and future Luna.” our father boomed as he followed us down the hall from the King's study. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. My father was a fool to think we would take that manipulative bitch as our mate. She had always made Eliza feel bad and worse than any of us. We were all guilty, but Daniella more so. She thought that the world revolved around her, that she was more worthy than anyone else. “I need some time to process this.” Ed wiped his face as our mother attempted to console him. “Process what exactly? The omega weeded her way to the King's Palace and pretended to be hi
Eliza's POV "He will answer for his crimes, and his Luna will too. They will be wiped off their alpha and Luna status immediately." My father threw out his demands as Alpha Morgan was dragged away; I looked to my brother, who reached for my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I couldn't look at Mabel's lifeless body strewn across the floor in front of us. Alex went to check for a pulse and put her in the recovery position. My father grunted and walked out of the room. I watched him go, wondering if killing the old woman was the right thing to do. He was understandably angry about what happened to me, but I was shocked. I couldn't make sense of any of it. Alpha and Luna would lose their titles, meaning the quadruplets would have to take Daniella as their mate and Luna. Creek could not go without a leader, so why should I care anyway? "She is dead," Alex confirmed and clicked his fingers, causing the guards to scoop her body up and take her away. I couldn't even cry. I was numb.
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