Eliza’s POV "Thank you, Gerald," I replied, trying to keep any nervousness out of my voice. "I am grateful for your hospitality and protection. I have no intention of causing any trouble for your pack." Gerald's expression softened at my words, and he nodded in understanding. "You need not worry, dear Queen. We welcome all wolves needing sanctuary here, regardless of their past affiliations. You are safe here and protected.” With relief, I followed Gerald into the packhouse, Jasmine close behind. The interior was just as magnificent as the exterior, with intricate silver designs adorning the walls and furniture. The air was filled with pine and lavender, creating a calming atmosphere. Gerald led us to a comfortable room with a large, plush bed and a roaring fire. He gestured for us to make ourselves at home and promised to bring us some warm drinks and food soon. As I settled onto the bed, exhaustion washing over me, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening b

Rylan pov As I watched Daniella's desperate attempt to assert her claim as Luna, a wave of anger and frustration washed over me. How could she be so blind to the true mate bond that connected me to the white wolf? I couldn't stand by and let her manipulate and deceive those around her, especially Rio, who deserved so much more than her false promises and schemes. "Enough, Daniella," I growled, my voice laced with barely contained rage. "You will not manipulate or control those around you to fulfil your selfish desires. The white wolf is my mate, and I will not let you or anyone else come between us." Turning back to Daniella, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her misguided attempts to claim a title that was never meant to be hers. "You may be the daughter of the Beta, but that does not entitle you to the title of Luna. True strength and leadership come from within, from the heart and soul of a true mate. And that is something you will never understand." Ignoring

Eliza’s POV: The question from Alpha Theron pierced through me, bringing me back to the reality of my past, a reality I had hoped to keep concealed, at least for a little longer. The weight of his gaze was heavy, filled with an understanding that seemed to stretch beyond the words he spoke. I hesitated, my heart pounding against my chest, the memory of my previous pack flooding back. The look on Daniella’s face when Rylan announced I was his mate—the White Wolf. I felt a shiver down my spine as I imagined their disgust if or when they discovered that it was me, Omega Eliza, as their mate, the white wolf. Jasmine's presence in my mind was a comforting caress, her spirit intertwining with mine, lending me the strength I needed to face the Alpha's question. "*It's okay, Eliza. He deserves to know our journey, our truth,” she reassured me. Drawing in a deep breath, I made a decision. If I were to belong here truly, honesty was imperative, even if it meant uncovering the wounds of

Rylan’s POV I lay there, trembling and whining in anguish as the magical compulsion settled into my very bones. It was like an insidious poison leeching the life from me, stripping away that vital piece of my soul that yearned for the white wolf. My packmates watched in somber silence, their expressions a mixture of pity and relief. For them, the Alpha's decree brought a resolution, no matter how painful. The threat of war with our rivals had been averted. Peace would reign, even if it came at a devastating personal cost. My father's face was a mask of grim resolve as he turned away, signalling for the others to follow. One by one, they began melting back into the forest, leaving me alone in the clearing with my shattered dreams. I'm not sure how long I remained there, curled in on myself as the trauma of what had transpired washed over me in waves. What felt like hours could have been mere minutes lost in a haze of grief. Finally, a familiar scent roused me from my stupo

Eliza’s POV As Alpha Theron and I approached the grand packhouse, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous anticipation. This was to be my new home, my sanctuary away from the cruelties of my old pack. Despite the Alpha's reassuring words, I still harboured a small kernel of doubt - what if the others didn't accept me as readily as he had? Jasmine's calming presence washed over me. 'Have faith, Eliza. We are among true pack now.' I clung to her wisdom, drawing strength from the bond we shared. If Alpha Theron believed in me, I could start believing in myself, too. The packhouse loomed ahead, an impressive structure of stone and timbers that blended seamlessly with the forest surroundings. The closer we drew, the more I picked up the varied scents and energies of the wolves within - a melting pot of personalities united under one lunar force. Alpha Theron must have sensed my trepidation. He offered me a kind smile as we approached the entrance. "Do not be afraid, Eliz