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
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 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 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 “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 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
### EpilogueThe morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue across the clearing where the final confrontation had taken place. The air was crisp, fresh, as if nature itself rejoiced at the shift in energy. Eliza sat at the base of a large oak tree, surrounded by her mates—Rylan, Rio, Enzo, and Ed. Together, they had forged an unbreakable bond, not just as lovers but as champions of their people, defenders of their realm.“Can you believe it?” Lila said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “We actually did it. Yelda is gone!” She looked around at the remaining members of their pack who had joined them in the wake of Yelda’s defeat. Though weary, every face radiated relief and courage, a collective spirit united by hope.“Yeah, it feels surreal,” Enzo replied, grinning as he affectionately nudged Lila. “Guess we turned the tide after all.”“Thanks to Eliza,” Rylan said, his gaze lingering on her with admiration. “You showed everyone what true strength looks like.”Eliz
Eliza's POV "Kill us?" I sneered. "You have no power to do such a thing. I know my mates are here. I can feel them." I wagged a finger at Yelda and saw the flicker of uncertainty cross her withered face. She looked at me and threw her head back, laughing loudly, causing her stupid followers to step back in confusion. I saw the way that they exchanged looks and hesitated. "I am the white wolf; I am the royal Princess. You have no say over me. My father is the king." I continued to spout, finding my confidence flush over me. "That is right. She is the Princess, the white wolf, and our mate. We are hers." Four familiar voices shouted in unison, and I smiled, knowing my mates were with me. I did not need to look behind me to see that I was fully backed up. I felt Jasmine howl in the back of my mind. I held my hands and closed my eyes tightly as my mates stood beside me and joined hands. We formed a circle of strength, an unbreakable bond tethered by love and loyalty. My heart
Ed’s POV My heart hurt, and I felt a tight ache in my chest as I fought to pry my eyes open. The world was shrouded in a dim haze, but as I blinked against the dimness, a familiar figure came into focus. Eliza’s beautiful face floated before me, radiant even in this murky world. “Eliza,” I called out, a hoarse whisper barely piercing the quiet. But as the clarity settled in, I realised she wasn’t there. My heart sank, disappointment crashing over me like icy waves. This was just a figment of my mind, a desperate dream conjured from the depths of my longing.Confusion tangled with grief, leaving me disoriented and unsettled. Where was I? What had happened? I tried to push myself up but found my limbs heavy as if weighed down by invisible chains. Panic surged through me, fluttering in my chest like a frantic bird desperate to escape its cage.I scanned my surroundings, the muted light casting long shadows. The walls around me appeared rough, crumbling concrete that groaned under the w
Rylan’s POV I felt my heart nearly stop as recognition washed over me, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. The voice was unmistakable; it was deep and authoritative, sending chills down my spine. It belonged to someone I had once considered a friend, trained alongside during those grueling days of alpha training. “Rylan,” Lila whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “What’s happening? Who was that?” “It's him,” I said, barely able to keep my voice steady. “Marcus. He was—he was with us during training. He went dark...said he’d do anything for power.” “Who?” Lila pressed, her eyes wide with fear. “He was one of the strongest prospects,” I explained, recalling his fiercely competitive nature and the way he had pushed everyone to their limits. “But something changed. He wanted power, and I thought he’d fallen off the radar. Now… he’s here, leading the very intrusion that could destroy everything we’ve fought for.” “Then we can’t get caught,” Daniella whispered urgently. “
Rylan’s POV I felt the weight of his words crash over me like a wave. Grayson and Lila—a bond forged in the fires of loyalty and love. It made sense, but we now didn't have time to unpack that realisation. Not when danger lurked beyond the door, and chaos threatened to engulf us. “Grayson, please!” I urged desperation creeping into my voice. “We can’t just leave you to fight alone!” Enzo stepped forward, determination etched across his face. “You’re outnumbered, Grayson! We’re stronger together. We can figure this out!” The door shuddered again, and approaching footsteps pounded against my ears. Grayson’s eyes locked onto mine, fierce and resolute. “There’s no time! Get Lila out of here. I’ll buy you some time—go!” I hesitated, torn between my instincts to protect my pack and the agonising urgency of Lila’s situation. “Grayson, I—” “Stop! We don’t have the luxury of debate,” he snapped, his voice cutting through my tumultuous thoughts. “You have to trust me. The moment those c
Rylan's POV I stepped further into the room, senses hyper-alert, scanning for any sign of danger. The figure lay still, and for a heartbeat, I feared someone might need our help—or worse, succumbed to whatever wrath had brought us here. "Stay behind me," I instructed softly, keeping my voice steady even as adrenaline surged through my veins. As I edged closer to the figure, I could finally make out the familiar features of my brother, Enzo. His face was pale, and his usually vibrant blue eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking him. Relief and dread mixed in my gut like a heavy poison. "Enzo!" I called, my voice stronger now. My brother stirred slightly, a groan escaping his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the dim light. "Rylan?" he croaked, confusion flickering across his expression. "What's going on? Where are we? Where is Rio and Ed? I rushed to his side, dropping to my knees next to him. "I don't know, but I'm glad you're here. We need to get
Rylan’s POV “What the heck happened?” I rubbed my head and blinked a few times. I was surrounded by darkness. “Rylan?” Daniella called out and I could sense her fear and relief from her tone. “What’s is going on? Where are we?” She started to get hysterical. “Daniella, I have no idea.” I shouted back. My voice was loud and echoey. I guessed that we were in a big room but I couldn’t work out where. My mind was blank. Where was my brothers and my pack? Daniella was here but still remained the question of how and why? “Where is everyone?” I said out loud. “Rylan something bad is happening, isn’t it?” Daniella started to whine and I couldn’t be bothered to deal with her right now. I needed to find a way out out of this place. “Daniella, focus!” I snapped, trying to shake off the fog that clouded my mind. “We need to keep calm. We can’t let panic take over.” But even as I said it, I felt the knot of worry tightening in my stomach. “Right, okay, calm,” she murmured,
Eliza’s POV My blood boiled at the sight, infusing me with a raw, uncontained rage that eclipsed everything else. “THERON!” I howled, my voice filled with desperation and fury. It shattered the air around us, reverberating with primal energy. As if my scream had triggered something, I charged forward, a blur of fur and fangs, desperation propelling me. The world narrowed to that intense moment, each heartbeat a drum calling me to action. I could feel Jasmine stirring again, the need to protect a power surging through us, binding us in our shared purpose. In an instant, I leapt, agile and relentless, my claws outstretched. The black wolf turned its attention to me, its glowing eyes narrowing. But it was too late—I collided with it, knocking it off Theron. The force of my assault sent the beast sprawling back into the shattered glass, sparks of fury igniting from my body as I fought to assert my dominance. “Get up!” I shouted at Theron, my voice fiercely determined. Momentarily
Eliza’s POV “Yelda?” I gasped, unable to believe she was standing in front of me. What had she done? The smirk on her face said it all. “What have you done to my alpha mates? You bitch.”I could feel my anger boiling over as Yelda's smirk grew wider. Jasmine, my wolf, was stirring, sensing my distress and ready to take control. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it was useless. The sight of Yelda, her eyes gleaming with malice, was enough to push me over the edge."Tell me what you've done with my mates," I growled, my voice low and menacing. Theron's hand on my shoulder was a cautionary reminder to keep my emotions in check, but I was beyond reason.Yelda chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, Eliza, you're so predictable. Do you think you can waltz in here and demand answers? I've been waiting for you, and now that you're here, you'll play by my rules."I snarled, baring my teeth. Jasmine was rising to the surface, and I could feel my body beginn