“Creek pack. I don’t know if I want to face them.” I muttered under my breath and quickly realised they had heard my words. I looked down at the ground, unable to bring myself to look at them both. I knew they would be staring at me, waiting for me to say something more. There was a moment of silence before Alfred broke it and said. “Creek, that’s where you were all this time, right?” I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as I nodded slowly, still avoiding eye contact. Alfred's words were like a gentle probing, and I knew he was trying to get me to open up about my past."Tell me, Princess," he said softly, his voice encouraging. "What happened to you? What did you go through? The king doesn't like to discuss it. He's just happy he has got you back again.” I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me. “I...I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it," I said, barely above a whisper.Bernard nodded sympathetically. "Of course, Princess. We understand
Rylan's POVI knocked on the study door, my knuckles drumming slowly. The muffled voices inside grew louder, and I felt my brow furrow in concern. I knew he was meeting with someone, and I gripped the white envelope to my chest, my heart racing with anticipation. The door swung open, and my father stood before me, his eyes blazing fiercely. My gaze darted across the room to Daniella, trembling in her seat, her eyes welling up with tears.My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I turned back to my father. "Father, may I have a word?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. He softened, his expression transforming from anger to a hint of annoyance. He turned to Daniella and barked an order, his voice low and commanding. "Leave my sight, now. Remember what we discussed." Daniella nodded hastily and scrambled out of the room, leaving us alone."Come in, son," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat. I hesitated, sensing that something was off. Why was Daniella so upset? And what was she doin
Alpha Morgan POVI rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the growing tension in my head. This was all too much to handle. The idea that Eliza, the omega girl who had grown up under my protection, was somehow connected to the legendary White Wolf was absurd. And yet, my son's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat.I thought back to when Luna found Eliza in the woods, a newborn without a family to claim her. We had assumed she had been abandoned and given her omega status. But now, I wondered if there was more to the story. Had she been sent away, or was something more sinister at play?The thought of Eliza being connected to the White Wolf was unsettling. The White Wolf was a myth, a legend whispered among packs of an influential, mysterious figure who could bring balance and harmony to the land. But what did it have to do with Eliza?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on the present. My quadruplets, Alpha and his brothers, were driving me cr
Enzo's POV I dragged Tricia down to the cell block, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked back at my father's stern face. She begged and pleaded, but I was resolute. She had betrayed our pack and family, and now she had to face the consequences.As we descended into the dark, damp cells, the air grew thick with the scent of mould and decay. Tricia's eyes darted around, taking in the cold, rigid walls and the rough stone floors."Please, Enzo," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't do this. I'll do anything. I don't belong down here. I am too good for these disgusting conditions. I will get ill from all these awful germs." She shrieked hysterically. I stopped before a cell, its metal bars gleaming in the dim light. I pushed Tricia inside, and she stumbled forward, her hands reaching for me."Enzo, please," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation.I turned to face her, my eyes cold and hard. "You're going to have to face the consequences of your actions," I said
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’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