Mated To The Alpha Quadruplets

Chapter Eight: Sworn Enemy

Eliza’s pov

“Mate will be looking for us,” Jasmine told me, but I wasn't going to go back there. Not now. They would kill me if they ever found out that it was me who had harmed Daniella. I never knew that I could be capable of anything like that.

Jasmine lay down at the edge of a beautiful stream and took a long-needed drink from it. All the running had exhausted poor Jasmine.

There was a small entrance at the edge of the stream that would shelter us for the night. I decided it best to shift back to human to allow my Wolf to rest up for a few hours. I could swim in the stream, and luckily, it was the warmer weather, so that I wouldn't freeze. I waded into the stream, the cool water soothing my weary body.

“Hey, what are you doing trespassing on our sacred land?” an angry voice boomed from behind us, causing me to be startled.

I turned around slowly, my heart racing with fear and guilt. Standing before us was a large, imposing figure - a member of another pack, their eyes filled with anger and suspicion.

"We...we didn't mean to trespass," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper and quickly I got pit of the water and backed up against a tree.

Before I could explain or apologise, the man started to shift as he lunged forward, teeth bared and claws extended. Instinct took over as I shifted back into my Wolf form, ready to defend myself and Jasmine against this unexpected threat.

The moment they saw us in our Wolf form, they froze, and I saw their faces fall from anger to fear.

Backing off slowly, they gasped in shock.

“White Wolf.. You're white. Oh, my goddess. I apologise for my hostility, dear Queen.” they said, bowing profusely, their tone filled with respect and regret. “Please forgive me.” he fell to his knees and pleaded.

I blinked in surprise at the sudden change in his demeanour, the words "dear Queen" echoing in my ears. Why was he calling us Queen? What was happening?

Realising that I was being recognised as a Queen among werewolves, a position of leadership and honour, seemed almost too surreal to comprehend. I allowed Jasmine to push back and throw me forward as I returned to my human self.

I hesitated, unsure how to respond to this sudden shift in perception. Was this a misunderstanding, or was there some deeper meaning behind their words? And why did they attribute such a title to me, a mere runaway who had unwittingly trespassed on their sacred land?

"Thank you for your apology. I am honoured by your words, but I must confess that I am still learning about my role as a White Wolf and what it means to be called 'Queen.' Can you enlighten me on the significance of this title?"

The male before us straightened up, a sense of awe and respect in his gaze. "Dear Queen, you are a rare and powerful being, destined for greatness and leadership among our kind. Your presence brings wisdom and guidance to all werewolves, and your actions carry the weight of authority and respect. It is a title bestowed upon those who possess unique strengths and virtues, and we are privileged to be in your presence. My name is Alfie, and I am the patrol officer for my Alpha. Please, allow me to help you.” he said.

I blinked in surprise as the man before me pulled off his jogging bottoms and t-shirt, standing only in his boxers. His sudden action caught me off guard, and I exchanged a baffled glance with Jasmine, unsure of what was happening.

"Please take this," the man said, holding his clothing towards me. "You will need them for the journey ahead."

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected offer. The man's willingness to part with his clothes for my benefit was kind and slightly eccentric.

"Thank you," I said, accepting the clothing with a grateful smile. "I appreciate your generosity."

“Please let me escort you to our home. You will be very welcome. I will ensure a room and hot drink is there for you.” he bowed again, and I decided to follow. I didn't have many other options, and a nice hot bath and a clean, warm bed sounded so appealing.

I followed close behind, as we reached our destination. My eyes taking in every detail of the stunning surroundings. The gates were massive and intricately wrought, adorned with intricate silver patterns that seemed to dance and shimmer in the moonlight. As they swung open with a soft creak, revealing the inner courtyard of the packhouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sight before me.

The moonlight bathed the majestic structure in a soft glow, casting a spellbinding aura around it that made it look like a shimmering enchanted castle from a fairy tale.

The silver walls of the packhouse seemed to gleam like twinkling stars. Towering turrets rose high into the night sky, their spires reaching towards the moon as if seeking its blessing from the goddess herself.

Waiting a little further up the path was a tall figure with a curious look on his face. His midnight black hair glistened in the moonlight, contrasting sharply with his piercing amber eyes that seemed to hold a mixture of wisdom and strength..

"Greetings, dear Queen," Gerald began, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a tone of respect and honour. "I am Gerald, Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, and it is a privilege to meet you. Unfortunately, our alpha is away on business, but he will be back tomorrow.” Gerald continued, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. "In his absence, I have been tasked with overseeing the pack and ensuring the safety of our members.“

I felt a sense of unease creep over me at Gerald's words. He said the Silver Moon pack. They were the sworn enemy of Creek—my old pack.