“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
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