Chapter 78

Eliza's POV

“What’s he talking about, Ryder? What truth? What happened to my father?” I demanded, desperation clawing at my throat like a voracious beast, tearing at the fragile seams of my composure. My heart raced, each beat an echo of dread. Morgan chuckled, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes, savoring the chaos he’d orchestrated.

"What a fool you are, Princess Eliza," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension, each word like a tiny dagger aimed directly at my heart. Confusion surged in me, the tide of uncertainty fueling my anger. All I wanted was to know that my father was safe, to find some semblance of stability in this whirlwind of betrayal and deceit.

“Has your wolf returned to you yet?” Morgan taunted, laughter spilling from his lips as if he found delight in my pain. He stood there, a tower of arrogance, looking down his nose at me as though he were some kind of god. In truth, he was nothing more than a greedy, cruel fool whose hunger fo