“Argh!” Ivorie groaned painfully on the bed in the infirmary. “Shaerah, would you do something about these cramps, they're discomforting!” Ivorie said to the head healer, who was busy mixing something on a medium sized metal jug.“Hold on, Luna. This herb will stop it when I'm done brewing it.” Shaerah answered, her concentration unwavering from the herb.Ivorie sighed heavily as another pain surged through her lower belly. She had been told beforehand that carrying an Alpha baby would be a bumpy journey for her but she hadn't expected it to be this much. It was excruciating.“Shaerah…” she moaned as she gritted her teeth, gripping the sheets tightly as sweat poured from her face in torrents.“Here here,” Shaerah muttered as she rushed to her with a cup. She put it in Ivorie's mouth and helped her drink the herb.As she downed the contents of the cup, Ivorie felt the cramps recede swiftly. Her belly soon felt the painlessness it was used to. She could breathe properly now.“Thank you,
“Have you folded the cloak, Grace? It might get cold out there.” Ivorie asked as she finished knotting the straps of her gown. She turned to Grace and indeed, the handmaid was folding the emerald cloak into a small bag.However, she also noticed the sullen expression on her face. A twinge of concern tugged her heart and she asked, “Is something bothering you, Grace?” She asked the handmaid. It seemed Grace had been lost in her thoughts as she jerked when Ivorie called her name.“Uhm, there's nothing wrong, Luna. I’ll pack your dress now.’’ she said and rummaged through the bag. It was obvious she didn't have any particular thing to do there and just wanted to keep Ivorie's eyes off her.The latter sighed and walked towards Grace. To Ivorie, she wasn't just a handmaid anymore. Their relationship had grown past a Luna and her handmaid, receiving orders while Ivorie dished it out. She was her sister now.“Are you sure?” Ivorie asked in a soft tone, placing her gentle hand on Grace's shou
Ivorie's heart raced within her chest as the noise coming from the crowd increased. However, she suddenly felt a soothing feeling from within herself. Her hands stopped fidgeting and her nerves seemed to magically calm.‘Be calm, Ivorie. I’m with you.’ Maia reassured her from within. Ivorie closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. She had almost forgotten about her wolf.‘What would I do without you?’ she exclaimed inwardly.Now that she had crossed that line of keeping calm, she was ready to speak to them. But then she realised something and frowned.“How would they hear my voice from up here?” She asked herself.‘I don't suppose you know of any magic spell that can amplify my voice, do you?’ she asked her wolf playfully.‘I’m a wolf, not a witch!’ Ivorie could almost see Maia's eyes rolling at that moment.‘Luna.’ another voice entered her mind and she knew it was Brennan’s.‘I’ve got a witch.’ he announced into her mind and Ivorie turned to her right to see Brennan ushering an older
“Wh…what have you done?” Ivorie gasped as she stared in awe at the two men before her.Their lips raised into sinister smirks. “What does it look like, little Luna? I'm sure it doesn't seem like we're here to commend your great speech, does it?” One of them asked, still with a smirk on.Ivorie felt anger boil within her and instead of backing away fearfully, she fisted her hands.‘Maia, are you ready?’ she asked her wolf as she readied herself to shift.‘What? No, you're not strong enough, Ivorie!’ Maia reprimanded.Ivorie, who really felt that she was strong enough as she was the Luna, felt conflicted by her wolf's declaration. ‘I am the Luna!’ she argued.‘That doesn't mean our body is durable enough to stay in wolf form for long. I can sense their auras, Ivorie, they are both betas, which means fighting them wouldn't be an easy task, even for a trained warrior.’ Maia explained, trying to drill sense into Ivorie.“What are we waiting for, let's get her!” One of the men snarled befor
As Ivorie was taken indoors, the loud growl that could be mistaken as Regan's voice, came. All the guards cleared the path as the Alpha rushed to see his mate.“Where is she?” He asked in a loud voice as he pushed the guards away frantically.He spotted Ivorie seated on a platform and je froze. Seeing her in that confused and agitated state made him even more agitated. His breath caught in his throat as he fell on his knees before her.“Iv…Ivorie…” he stuttered as he gently traced his hand on her arm. She jerked, apparently startled by his touch.“It's okay, it's me.” Regan said in a soft tone, aiming to keep her calm. He gently stroked her hair and her arm with both hands. Ivorie slowly relaxed on her seat, her pants slowly reducing to regular breaths.Regan then swerved his head around, causing all the guards around to gasp. They all moved at least a step backward due to the effect of their Alpha's intent gaze on them.However, Regan's gaze was on one single one amongst them. He spr
It was still dark and most of the castle dwellers had retired for the night. Safe for Regan. He was in the infirmary, but he wasn't the one who was bedridden. He was there to see Estan.The Beta was still in a comatose state, temporarily unconscious to the world. He still had his signature arched eyebrows intact, his face had grown no extra facial hair while he was in the coma. Regan had made sure to get a witch to preserve his body until he gained consciousness. He had also not rested on the issue of finding the witch, wherever she was.Regan released a heavy sigh as he leaned over Estan's unconscious body. “Hold fast, friend. I will make sure you come back to us soon.” He muttered to him.‘Alpha, we have a situation!’ a voice instantly interrupted his thoughts. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair in obvious frustration.‘When do we ever have a peaceful night at this castle?’ he asked no one in particular. More of a complaint to himself as he stood up and left the infirmary.
“I now proclaim you, Alpha of Cresthowl pack!”Kiya fiddled with her fingernails as she watched the Elder rub a vermilion on Regan Wolfeclawn's forehead. He had finally been crowned as Alpha of the Cresthowl pack.But that wasn't what got her so edgy. The young Princess had just been brought…no, stolen from her own father’s pack two days ago.Regan had attacked her pack and despite all the efforts put by her father, the Alpha to resist Regan's warriors, they failed and fell.Now, Regan found his mate in Kiya and brought her back home as a form of trophy. But upon their arrival, Regan met his father deceased. After the funeral rites were over, he was immediately crowned Alpha and he had also chosen this day to officially mate her and make her his Luna.“I can't do it.” Kiya muttered to herself for the umpteenth time. She was greatly filled with fear of getting married to Regan – the Dreaded Warlord. Besides, he had conquered her pack and killed her father just two days ago. It would be
What?” Regan lunged to his feet in fury. Moonbeam pack was one of the packs he hated the most and has vowed to take down first when he becomes Alpha.“What sort of wish is that? That is totally against my plan to destroy Moonbeam pack!” ” He roared, seething with rage.“Alpha, it is what your father wanted. I'm sure he had his reasons” one of the Elders assured.“Be damned with what he wanted, this is totally against my plan of conquest!” He barked in retort.“No,” he shook his head, “I’m not doing it.” He affirmed.“Alpha, I would not advise you to discard this as it isn't just a disrespect to the late Alpha, but also a sin in the eyes of the Moon Goddess.” One of the Elders quickly chipped in.Regan paced to and fro, he couldn't contain the rage in him. He couldn't believe his father would do something like this. He was sure the dead man had deliberately made this wish because he was well aware of his belligerent attitudes. He was trying to prevent him from waging war against the Mo