“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
Ivorie Kanin stood before the Elders and her father, the Alpha of Moonbeam pack in the courtroom. Beads of sweat rolled down her face, she wondered what her father had called her for. “You called for me, Alpha.” With a respectful bow, she said. “Yes, I did.” Alpha Johan, a big black haired man with small eyes answered. There was silence in the room afterwards. Alpha Johan shot one of his court members a look and the man cleared his throat before speaking. “Princess Ivorie, as you know, your sister, Eloisa is betrothed to Alpha Regan of Cresthowl pack and should be getting married to him in a fortnight.” The Elder said and Ivorie nodded. She wondered where this was leading to. She glanced at her mother to see her expression but she wasn't looking her way. “Umm…Princess Eloisa is well …unwell and sadly, the marriage with Alpha Regan cannot be shifted so …” the Elder cleared his throat again for the umpteenth time. “Oh for fucks sake! You're getting married to Alpha Regan now, gir
Regan had mixed feelings about this wedding. A whole part of him didn't want to be there in the first place, yet something inside of him was drawing him here. He had had a short and awkward discussion with Moonbeam pack Alpha and he was glad the formalities were over. He couldn't stand speaking with the ruler of the very pack he had planned his whole life on destroying. He was yet to see his bride as he was told that there were a few useless proceedings that needed to be done before the wedding rituals were performed. While he waited, he greatly wanted to just leave the hall out of annoyance, but Estan, his beta, told him to have some patience. Finally, those proceedings were over and he was introduced by the priest and then his bride was called in. He spotted her metres away, being escorted to him by the Luna. His heart was racing in ways that annoyed him as she took gentle steps towards him. Her white hair looked pure and spotless and her skin itself was plump and thick,
Regan dragged Ivorie across the large hall and out of it. He didn't stop there; he continued to drag her away until they got to a nearby armoury in the compound.“Where are you taking me?” Ivorie screamed, yanking her hand away from the Alpha's grip. She shot him a scowl.Regan looked down at her, amused at how short she was. He held himself from sniggering.“I need to make some things clear to you.” He growled, pointing his finger hard at her face.“This marriage of ours…it is nothing but a diplomatic move. I wasn't aware of my betrothal to you until a fortnight ago.” He said in a gruff voice.Ivorie rolled her eyes, folding her arms pompously, “Then I guess we found ourselves in the same shoes.” She said,Regan's face contorted with confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked.“Just like you, I was just chosen to marry you a fortnight ago. It was supposed to be my sister but…but she…she got really ill and I had to replace her.” She explainedRegan's eyes widened a bit. So she wasn't the
Ivorie didn't know where to go in this magnificent maze of a castle. She just followed Regan anywhere he went. Both of them were greeted by a bunch of nobles. Ivorie, who didn't know them or how to address them, only smiled and said “thank you,” to them. One question was bothering her mind now that no one came their way to greet them anymore. Where would she sleep? Was she going to be given a room of her own or were they going to share one? She hoped it wasn't the latter and even doubted it since Regan had said it himself; their marriage was just a political move. But Regan didn't say anything as she just followed him up the stairs. She didn't pay attention to the guards that were with them. Soon, they arrived in front of the door. Regan faced her. “This is..our room.” He said with pursed lips. Ivorie raised a brow, “Our?” and asked. Folding his arms, cocking his head at her, “You're no more in your father's castle to get a room to yourself. Not that there aren't enough here, bu
Ivorie became speechless as she felt gazes land upon her. Her neck prickled with nervousness. Why was this Duchess asking her this? Noticing that she was already silent for a long time. “That is none of your business, Jenna.” She had opened her mouth to speak but Regan beat her to it. She looked at him. He was glaring at Jenna and her eyes traced down his arm to see his hand fisted on the table. He was obviously angry at the Duchess’ attitude. And she was thankful for his intervention. Thinking that it was over, she bent and continued with her meal. “Forgive me Alpha. But I am merely curious. Many others would surely question the legitimacy of our Luna's…” “Are you questioning her legitimacy?” Regan thundered, his voice booming across the entire dining hall, sending shivers down the spine of everyone present. Clearly, Jenna wasn't done like Ivorie had thought. But outrightly saying such words at the wedding dinner of a newly wedded Luna was just…madness. The duchess sure had a
“This has to be worth my time, Estan.” a gruff voice said in an unfriendly tone. It wasn't that late in the night but Ivorie was already laying on her bed, sound asleep. The event of the day had taken its toll on her. It was perhaps the most stressful thing she had ever experienced in her life. So she needed to sleep. At least she was trying to. These noise she has been hearing weren't making it possible for her. She kept rolling from one edge of the massive bed to another. She groaned in dissatisfaction before her eyes snapped open. She sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking out the window to ascertain what time of the day it was. It was still dark, meaning everyone should be asleep and everywhere should be silent. But it wasn't. She was suddenly able to hear the noise properly, it was a voice or two perhaps. She couldn't quite ascertain. So she stood up from the bed, her bare feet tiptoeing to the top-to-bottom window. As she got closer, the voices were getting more aud