The storm was finally over and Ivorie, Regan and Estan had returned to the castle. The ground was still wet from the storm and the wind was ever so strong and cold. In short, everyone sane enough were locked up within the walls of their abode.Regan stood in front of the full length window in his chambers. His gaze roaming the foggy outdoors, his hand gripping a tankard of wine and his other hand dipped in his pocket. His mind was wandering.‘What in the name of the Moon Goddess did I do?’ he wondered to himself. That had been his mantra for a few hours now.Regan didn't know himself to be a man to be surprised or amazed about anything. Nothing impressed him, not even the death of someone. He could only feel pain if he really loved someone, but never shock.Except that one – he kissed Ivorie. Thinking about it alone was like a strange taste in his mouth.His plan was to avoid letting the mate-bond take over his original plan for her pack. But now he was compromising his own plan, he w
The Winter Ball, one of the most significant celebrations of the werewolf world. It was simply a night dedicated to the Moon Goddess. It was a night for everyone – both young and old, wealthy and poor, nobles and peasants – to come together and acknowledge the goodness of their creator over their lives.It was always hosted by different packs on different years. And this year, it was Cresthowl pack that was to host it.Today was the day.…She gave herself in as her tongue battled with his. Their breaths hitched and their hands roamed all over their bodies. They were desperately in need of more of each other.Regan's hand cuped her face, holding her like he owned her. His hand slid downward to her neck. His kisses followed. He issed the nape of her neck, sending shivers skittering down Ivorie's spine.His lips found the special spot on her neck and he patted his lips ever so slightly and kissed it.Ivorie arched her head backwards as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her mouth remained op
“I…I tried to control it, to harmonise…like you taught, bu…but it wouldn't work. I don't know…” Ivorie tried to narrate her experience to Estan, who was seated on a chair in her chambers. She was pacing around with her heart racing frantically against her ribcage.“You need to relax, Luna. We will find out what happened and solve it.” Estan said for the umpteenth time now, still trying to stop her from panicking.Ivorie raked her hand through her hair and sighed heavily. “What if it wants to emerge fully today? What if it happens during the Ball?” She asked, her voice heavy with fear.“Luna,” Estan stood up and faced her, “you need to relax.” He said slowly to make it sink in.Ivorie looked at him and nodded slowly. Estan nodded too and pointed to a chair. Ivorie sat down but her mind was still racing with so many thoughts.Estan poured her a cup of water and handed it to her.“What am I going to do?” She asked, not drinking her water.“We will find a way, just relax.” Estan said and
It was dusk and the annual Winter Ball had drifted to full buzz. The gates of the castle had been thrown open and the halls were filled with merry werewolves – both pack members and non pack members.There were more halls in the castle, halls that were enough to contain the common folks.There was also a special hall designated to the nobles and royals. Of course, it was the most elegant amongst all. With exotic decorative attires and traditional equipment hung around.Estan spotted Regan speaking with some other pack's dignitaries round a table just ahead. He went over the counter to get himself wine.After a few minutes of drinking, he felt a presence right behind him.“Alpha.” He called as he turned around, bowing respectfully.“Where is my Luna?” Regan asked immediately with a look of worry on his face.“Happy Winter Ball to you too.” Estan said sarcastically. “The Luna should be here…” he drawled, gazing around the hall but there was no sign of Ivorie.“She was acting strange dur
Regan held her waist dominantly as he mauled her lips. He used his tongue to part her lips so he could lead himself into her mouth. Their tongues fought each other within their mouths as they swapped saliva passionately. Regan, overwhelmed with love and lust slid his hands down her back until he cupped Ivorie's perky ass. She moaned into his mouth as her pussy clenched. She grinded her crotch against him and her moaning increased. Regan swept her off the ground and held onto her with her ass. Ivorie moaned into his mouth as her hands raked his hair with vigour. She felt herself falling backwards and she prayed she wasn't falling out of a dream. She fell instead on a soft platform. When she opened her eyes, she realised that it was a bed. She gazed at Regan in surprise. “How…” “Shhh…I might have sped all the way to the third floor because of this…” he said huskily and crushed his lips against hers. Ivorie giggled into his mouth as her hand went back to his head and back. The
“Come on, a little farther.” Regan held Ivorie as he helped her towards the forest outside the castle. Her wolf was still persisting to shift and if it weren't for Ivorie's resistance, it would have by now.Regan had quickly thrown random cloaks over themselves and led her out of the room. Using his secret network of tunnels, he had snuck them out of the castle through the back.And now, there they were, in the woods behind the castle, preparing for Ivorie to finally shift.“Reg…Regan…” Ivorie managed to call amidst the sharp jolts of pain that she was experiencing.Regan faced her, worry clearly written all over his face. “You’ll be fine…look at me. You will be fine.” He assured her defiantly.“I…I'm scared…urgh!” Ivorie said before another jolt of pain suddenly spread across her jaw.She fell into Regan's arms and he held her up. “You’ll be fine. I am here.” He told her again, trying to calm her down.She was still whimpering and shuddering, not from fear anymore but from the power
Ivorie was finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard. “Wha…what are you talking about…” she asked in a heavy tone.Regan ran his hand through his hair and sighed in devastation.‘Do not hurt her.’ Boris warned but Regan angrily shut him behind.“Let's return to the castle…”“No, tell what you meant!” Ivorie demanded vehemently.“Okay.” Regan faced her with a grave expression. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want the mate-bond.” He declared.Ivorie felt pain tug at her heart. She didn't know why she was reacting to his words this way. She had grown to get used to his harsh words at her. Why was she feeling such immense pain now?“But why…?” She asked, tears brimming her eyelids.“I didn't because…” he sighed, “... because I was selfish. I had a plan to conquer your father's pack and it couldn't work if you were my mate.” He finally divulged.Ivorie's mouth was left agape in dismay. She couldn't believe the words she was hearing at that moment.“And I also did
The Ball was finally nearing its end and Estan was happy he was able to dodge the Duchess throughout the duration. He went back to his brother who was now sitting by the counter, silently sipping from a cup of wine.Estan sighed deeply as he took a seat next to him.“You look like you need a dance.” Nick said with a smirk.Estan scoffed, “I don't think a dance will be enough to alleviate the stress I've gone through tonight.” Estan said as he was given a cup of wine and he drank from it.“Don't beat yourself up, brother. How hard can being a beta possibly be?” Nick asked and Estan turned to him with a look of disbelief.“Oh I'd like to see you try it for a moon and see how you’ll fare.” Estan said challengingly.Nick waved his hand, “I’ll pass. I would rather have other things to become.” he said and gulped down his drink.“What other things?” Estan asked with a raised brow.Nick ignored as his gaze went ahead. “I think it's time to dance with our partners.” He said.Estan looked at t
Everyone watched as the little girl - Evangeline, as Clawn had referred to her as - went mute. She still had a deep scowl on her face, which in reality, made her look cute rather than angry.“You will NOT speak to our guest in such manner!” Clawn ordered in a grave tone, his sharp and menacing glare rooted on his daughter’s face.She, however, didn't give the reaction Ivorie had thought she would. She instead fisted her hands, turned around and dashed off. A guard went running after her.Silence still reigned around the table, silence that carried awkwardness.“Let the feast proceed.” Clawn said in a low and unhappy tone before picking his spoon.‘Well, that wasn't awkward.’ Maia remarked within Ivorie, sarcasm dripping from her calm voice.‘I’m going to ask Clawn what this is all about.’‘I believe a father and daughter issue should be solved by them alone.’ Maia interjected.‘Does this sound like a mere father-daughter quarrel? It obviously has something to do with me and if there's
“So he has a daughter.” Grace stated as she walked into the chamber offered to Ivorie after her. The latter slumped on the bed and exhaled heavily while Grace dropped the small bags she brought along with her. As they had been informed by Alpha Clawn, the rest of them would be brought by his servants.“I do recall him mentioning his family once, but it didn’t occur to me that he ever had a daughter.” Ivorie expressed, her gaze sweeping around the room they were in. Massive wardrobes, extravagant candle chandelier, lush rug – the usual furniture expected to be found in a proper castle chamber. Although a bit smaller in size when compared to her chamber in Cresthowl pack, Ivorie couldn’t complain. Alpha Clawn had helped them enough and she wouldn’t worry him about a change in accommodation. That would be an act of ingratitude.“You must be tired, Luna. I will request for a bath to be prepared for you so you can have your bath. Then you can have some food…” Grace ranted on as she dropped
“So he has a daughter.” Grace stated as she walked into the chamber offered to Ivorie after her. The latter slumped on the bed and exhaled heavily while Grace dropped the small bags she brought along with her. As they had been informed by Alpha Clawn, the rest of them would be brought by his servants.“I do recall him mentioning his family once, but it didn’t occur to me that he ever had a daughter.” Ivorie expressed, her gaze sweeping around the room they were in. Massive wardrobes, extravagant candle chandelier, lush rug – the usual furniture expected to be found in a proper castle chamber. Although a bit smaller in size when compared to her chamber in Cresthowl pack, Ivorie couldn’t complain. Alpha Clawn had helped them enough and she wouldn’t worry him about a change in accommodation. That would be an act of ingratitude.“You must be tired, Luna. I will request for a bath to be prepared for you so you can have your bath. Then you can have some food…” Grace ranted on as she dropped
‘’Luna, we have to remain quiet!’’ Grace whisper-yelled, holding Ivorie’s arm and desperately trying to keep her calm.Ivorie, however, was writhing in pain. Her hands clenched tightly that her veins popped and her teeth gritted as she tried to no avail to suppress her painful scream. She faced her handmaid and looked into her worrisome eyes.‘’I’m in…pain…’’ Ivorie cried through her gritted teeth.Panic surged through Grace and she fumbled with Ivorie's hands. Suddenly, a male voice from outside bellowed. ‘’You bloody liar! How many women are with you? Answer me!’’Grace’s face went pale immediately. She remembered Alpha Clawn’s words about how the rogues won’t know they were in the carriage if only they kept mute. Now that possibility is gone. She knew she had to find a way to protect herself and the Luna.Outside the carriage, two bulk-sized men stood before a more lanky but taller one. Of course, the taller one was the coachman riding the carriage while the two other men were rogu
Regan stood on the balcony of his chamber and watched as Ivorie entered the carriage. He watched as her handmaid came rushing to her front and kneeling before her.He was the one who had quickly informed the handmaid of Ivorie's departure. It was an impromptu departure and so most people in the castle weren't aware of it, including Grace. Regan had thought that she would need a friendly company with her in a strange land. And he knew she and her handmaid had grown into that friend zone. He also noticed that she was a very loyal servant and wouldn't leave Ivorie's side.Regan's heart bled when the carriage left, his wolf wailed and pushed him to stop her from leaving. To hold her to himself and embrace her forever. But he couldn't do that, he couldn't be selfish. She had to leave, not only for her safety, but also for the safety of those still in the castle.“Alpha,” a voice called him from behind and he snapped out of his saddening thoughts. He quickly wiped the drop of tear that tric
It was the following morning, the day Ivorie was to leave Cresthowl pack with Alpha Clawn. She wasn't running but playing her part to keep what the enemies wanted away from them.Ivorie had woken early that day and taken her bath. After dressing in her favourite obsidian green flowery gown, she ordered some servants to help her pack the necessary stuffs she wanted to take with her. All the while, she had a sulky look on her face.She waited outside her bedroom as she watched the servants do their work. Her mind had wandered off to the possibilities of a good and comfortable life in Blackwood pack.She knew she wouldn't be able to see Regan everyday. She wouldn't even be able to see him at all for moons or as long as she needed to stay there.‘I cannot believe you agreed to stay away from mate.’ Maia reprimanded her from within. She had been doing that all night, robbing ivorie of a sound sleep. Not that the latter could sleep anyway.‘It is for the best, maia.' ivorie said to her wol
The sun was beginning to set upon the Moonbeam pack lands. Alpha Johan and his team of conspirators had been waiting at the pack border for the whole day.“How long more do we have to wait till you believe that your mercenaries failed?” Nick asked in a tone of frustration. He was standing next to Alpha Johan as they both watched warriors training below from the building they were in.Without facing him, Alpha Johan responded, “I’ve told you countless times, Commander, this part of the job requires patience. Which you clearly lack.”Nick scoffed, “You know to be honest, when I initially saw those werewolves you hired, I noticed that they wouldn't be as professional as you said they were.” He pointed out tauntingly.Alpha Johan chuckled but it was beta Jordan who spoke. “Be careful with your words to the Alpha, Commander. He is an Alpha and when he says the mercenaries are good, they are.” The beta stated sternly.Nick, however, remained unfazed and scoffed again. “And how many times ha
Everyone in the hall gazed at Alpha Clawn with awry eyes. They couldn't believe what they had just heard from him.“Would you care to elaborate, Alpha Clawn?” Elder Callen requested.Clawn sighed heavily before looking straight at Regan. “That night of the Winter Ball, I saw the face of the man that attempted to murder me.” He announced, bringing gasps into the hall from the members.Alpha Clawn eyes darted around before landing on Regan again. “This should be confidential. There may be ears on the walls.” He stated sternly.Regan nodded before glancing at the guards around. “Leave,” and at once, all the guards marched out smoothly.All the Elders and nobles had their interest piqued now. They sat at the edge of their seats, waiting for Clawn's story to continue.“I believed that if I came out that I wasn't dead, it might be a bit difficult to know who my killer really was, or why he had wanted me dead.” Clawn continued. “So I kept the news of my death the way it was and asked my men
“Everything will be fine. We are all safe now.” Ivorie muttered to three little girls and patted their heads tenderly. They nodded before turning around and joining the others where they were seated.Ivorie stood up and gave Shaerah a nod, the latter returned it. Grace walked up to Ivorie and bowed. She had a concerned look on her face.“Luna, I hope you do not feel feverish?” She asked. Ivorie shook her head.“You know, if you want to rest a bit, there is some space…”Ivorie interrupted her, “I’m okay Grace. Thank you for your concern. You should also take a rest yourself, you have done well today.” Ivorie complimented the handmaid, gaining a warm smile and a bow from her.As Grace returned to her seat, Ivorie went to the guard that was standing at the entrance of the bunker that they were in.“How come I didn't know about this secret bunker until this day?” She asked as she folded her arms on top of her belly.“It was made a secret for a reason, Luna. Only a few warriors, including