Regan and Estan smacked their horses, forcing the transport beasts to gallop faster.They hadn’t had the time to take a carriage as those ones would only make their travel slower. The witch healer sat behind Estan on his horse, holding him around the waist for support.Regan and Estan glanced at each other. Estan had a worrisome look on his face. ‘Do you think we can trust her?’ Estan asked through mindlink.‘I don't know, but we have no other option. However, if she tries anything funny on my Luna, I’ll have her head fed to the ravens!’ the Alpha replied as he slapped his horse again. His beast galloped faster, outrunning Estan's horse. They had to get back to Cresthowl pack as fast as possible if they meant to save Ivorie.****Late in the afternoon, Luna Rosina was sitting in the dining hall, food was being served before her but her mind was entirely somewhere else.She was thinking about Regan. Where had that stubborn child gone? This is the fourth day since he had rushed out of t
Regan marched through the castle gates as he handed his horse to a stable boy. He didn't need to tell Estan to pull the healer along with haste. Together, they entered the castle and went across it towards the stairs. The maids and servants jumped and ran on sighting their Alpha. Apparently, none of them had expected his arrival. Regan cared less about them and just continued to ascend the stairs. He would deal with them later. When he arrived at the third floor, he saw that the servants there were gathered in groups, discussing in what seemed like a grave tone. He glanced at them, wondering why they all had worrisome faces and looked at him with pity. A foreboding feeling engulfed him as he entered the corridor that led to the infirmary. He glanced at Estan as they neared the infirmary. When they got there, he didn't hesitate to throw the door open. His entry drew the attention of everyone in the infirmary at once. Their eyes flared on sighting him. “Where is she?” R
A wave of pain washed over Ivorie as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head was pounding frantically and her entire body throbbed with pain. She wanted to groan but her lips weren't moving. Confusion hit her as she wondered how she got to this position.All of a sudden, the wave of memories filled her mind and she remembered all that had happened in a flash. Her head ached the more, it was excruciatingly painful, like her skull was being shattered by a hatchet. She wanted to turn around in pain, hold her head and wail in pain but she couldn't. It was as though her entire body was on lockdown, unable to move a muscle.She couldn't even open her eyes. But she could hear some inaudible voices around her. People were there with her but who? Was she out of the dungeon already? Or has the devilish spell finally taken her life, plunging her into a world of forever darkness and silence?But yet she could still hear people talking. Maybe that cursed husband of hers had finally released he
Ivorie remained unable to move for the next three days. During those days, she didn't speak with the witch. She knew that she was being cleaned daily as she could begin to feel some parts of her body.Soon, the first part she discovered that she could move were eyelids. She opened her eyes one morning when she awoke. She was really eager to receive the ability of sight again as she had missed the image of people. That same day, she could also speak, it was like her mouth had been freed from a gag.She asked so many questions like who had come to carry her out of the dungeon. She felt dejected to be told that it was the beta. She didn't know why she wished in her heart that it was Regan. She reminded herself that she hated him now, he was her sole enemy in this castle and it was either she killed him first or she would be killed by him.Another day came and Ivorie woke up being able to move her limbs. Finally! Those were the parts that had proven stubborn since she regained consciousn
"What is this one for?" Ivorie asked as she sat up on the bed. Shahera was holding a bowl of jelly liquid in front of her. She had told her that she would be using it to rub her skin from now on."It's for your skin, Luna. It will help with the...patches." she said, a bit shyly. She didn't want to mention the word that obviously gets the Luna so riled up.Ivorie nodded, facing her. She collected the bowl and looked into it. She dipped a finger into it and felt its texture. It was slimy and jelly. She had a disgusted look on her face."It may look that way, Luna, but it's good. I concocted it myself." Shahera said in an attempt to wash away Ivorie's worries and doubts."You do remember that this is a spell and not a physical wound." She said, gesturing to her arms and legs. She gave the healer an incredulous look.Shahera nodded with confidence, "I know. The herbs possess significant magical properties. They were amongst the herbs used to perform the ritual that got you revived." She
“Wife,” Regan called as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind. He glanced at Grace and the handmaid bowed to Ivorie before scurrying out of the room.He walked over to his closet, changing into a loose cloth as he wasn't going anywhere. He had finished training with some recruits and had taken a fresh shower.“How do you feel?” He asked Ivorie and the latter only glared at him. She wasn't going to speak to him.Regan hummed as he took a seat near her. Ivorie shifted on the bed, cursing under breath as a small pain tugged her hips.“I'm not going to eat you, you know.” Regan said in an amused tone.“No, but I can't assure myself that you won't lock me up again!” Ivorie retorted in a sharp tone. Shit! She cursed in her mind. She had spoken to him.“But you can. I give you my word, I won't lock you up again.” He said, placing his right hand on his left chest.Ivorie scoffed. Like she could take his word for it. He was a ruthless beast whose words mean nothing to him even.Sh
Ivorie's brows creased in anger. “And why would I do that?” She asked. She didn't take his words seriously when he told her earlier but it seemed he was serious about it.Why did he want to have breakfast with her? When she first arrived, he didn't want to be anywhere around her. He even slept in a different room just to be away from her. Why was he suddenly being so clingy? She wished things would return to how they were before she was locked up.“Why is he disturbing me? After locking me up in a plagued dungeon, he wants to kill me with frustration.” She said, facing Jenna.The latter smiled, “I would advise that you eat with him. I’ve known the Alpha for quite a while and I know when he is serious. If he says you won't eat unless you eat with him, you won't taste food, Luna.” The Duchess explained.Ivorie noticed how Jenna's cheeks flushed when she said she had known him for quite a while. For a moment she wondered if…never mind.“Okay, if he wants me to eat with him, I'll go.” She
Ivorie's breath became erratic, even though she tried so much to control it. Regan chuckled immediately, releasing her face from his grip.“But don't worry, princess,” he said as he walked towards the shelf in the room. “I don't plan on using the information against you.” He stated.Ivorie's brows thinned together into a frown. “I don't care whatever you use the information for. I'm not afraid of you!” She growled.Regan began to laugh mildly, making Ivorie's eyes widen. That should be the first time she had ever heard his laughter, a genuine one. The way his thick husky voice cackled was…just nice.Turning around abruptly, Regan asked, “Are you done eating?”Ivorie blinked at him before answering his question with a nod.“Good, I want to show you something.” He said. “Aren't you going to eat?” That question had left her mouth before she realized that she hated him. She wasn't supposed to ask if he wanted to eat or not. He might as well just starve himself to death, it would be good
Flashback “Regan,” Ivorie called his name softly. But he was deeply engrossed in playing with his newly born son. He tickled the little Alpha, muttered incoherent words to him and spinned him around playfully. All the while, Ivorie watched him unbelievably.After the midwives departed, it was getting late, and bedtime seemed imminent, but Regan seemed to have other plans.“Regan.” Ivorie called his name more firmly this time, successfully gaining his attention.“Who would've thought you were such a baby lover?” Ivorie asked, folding her arms across her chest with a smirk on her lips.Regan’s face lit with a happy smile as he gently laid the baby in his cradle. Now he could focus on his mate properly.“Well, I could be a lover of anything.” He said with a sly smirk, propping on the bed next to Ivorie. She giggled as he grabbed her and tickled her.“Stop, Regan. I need to tell you something really serious.” Ivorie's tone dropped a few octaves, testifying that she was being serious.Reg
Ivorie and Luna Ivy joined the guests in the dining hall. As Luna Ivy sat, Alpha Johan turned to her with a slight frown.“Where have you been?” He asked in a low grumpy tone.Luna Ivy took in a sharp breath and froze for some seconds. For a moment, it seemed as though she would falter but she exhaled and turned to him with a serious face.“To ease myself, husband.” She answered.Alpha Johan kept his glare on her for a while. He gave a suspicious glance at Ivorie but when he saw that she was speaking casually with a guest, he took his focus away from his wife.Luna Ivy sighed and sat upright. She gave Ivorie a subtle look and they both acknowledged themselves secretly.Ivorie sat upright also and kept a straight face.‘It’s time, Regan. Mother is clean.’ She mindlinked Regan.Regan, who was discussing with some other Alpha's, didn't change his facial expression when he heard her.‘Excellent. Play along.’ He returned.“Attention, please! Everyone!” Regan's voice overshadowed others’. S
“From Luna Ameriel of Blood moon pack!” An old gift bearer announced as he walked up the throne where Regan and Ivorie were seated.Ivorie smiled down at the old man as he knelt before them, carrying a large basket.Ivorie's eyes went to one of the guests seated on the rolls of chairs in the throne room and smiled at her -Luna Ameriel.“Thank you, Luna.” She said and the Luna smiled back warmly.They have been on it for several minutes now. Various dignitaries from various packs were gifting them, showering them with prayers and blessings for the birth of their baby.Although, Ivorie was smiling on the outside, she was worried inwardly. She hadn't heard of her parents’ arrival yet. She had specifically sent messengers to Moonbeam pack to inform her parents about her delivery. She was especially keen on seeing her mother.‘Won’t you relax? Your mother will be here soon!’ Maia scolded Ivorie as the latter kept on eyeing the entrance of the throne room. She was expecting them to walk in
Alpha Johan groaned and rolled on his bed as the loud gong sounded. He muttered some incoherent words but didn't open his eyes.Luna Ivy, who was sleeping next to him, however, woke up immediately the gong sounded. She rubbed her eyes and saw her husband still sound asleep.She reached for him to wake him but before she could, Alpha Johan felt a sharp burning sensation on his lap. He yelled and sprang up. His action startled Luna Ivy, who looked at him in shock.“What did you do?” Alpha Johan asked, gripping Luna Ivy’s shoulder roughly.The Luna shook, “N…nothing, I haven't touched you!” She cried.Alpha Johan growled and pushed her away roughly. He felt something in his lap again and touched the area through his trousers. He felt something in the pocket and with a frown, dipped his hand in and pulled out a piece of parchment.“How did this get here?” He muttered as he turned to the side of the bed to read the parchment.Squinting his eyes, he read. The letter was from the witch from
“Ahhhh!!!!” Ivorie's screams of agony reverberated through the wall of her chamber as extreme pain ripped through her body.Regan had refused to take her to the infirmary, claiming that a personal space like her chamber was most perfect for labour.“Luna, you need to remain as calm as you can!” One of the midwives said, holding Ivorie's hand to support her.“It hurts! It hurts so much!” Ivorie wailed, tears falling down the sides of her face. She shook her head again and screamed through gritted teeth as another wave of pain ripped through her.Her world had narrowed to a singular focus: survival. The contractions ripped through her body like a raging storm, leaving her gasping for breath. “Quick, hold her down!” The midwives scurried around upon their leader's instruction. They were all keen on keeping their Luna alive and helping her deliver her baby safely."Push, Ivorie, push!" The oldest midwives urged, her voice firm but motherly. She would have probably gone through the same p
The courtroom was abuzz with anticipation as the Elders and councilmen gathered around the wide table, ready to interrogate Liliana. They murmured amongst each other and it was evident that excitement was brewing within them.They were finally going to know who their enemies were and maybe, if the goddess willed it, they would be able to defeat them.Regan walked in and as expected, silence descended in the room. The Elders and councilmen rose to their feet and gave their Alpha a short bow as he made his way to his majestic seat. They sat down only after Regan did.Regan’s gaze swept over theirs. It was obvious that he was equally as excited as they were. But he couldn't deny that the air was also thick with tension. He could feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Liliana's involvement with Nick and whoever else was behind the numerous attacks on the castle and pack altogether.“Bring the witch.” Regan inst
“That's impossible! What would she be doing here?” Regan asked no one in particular.‘Alpha,’ just then, a mindlink filled his mind. ‘The witch, Alpha…she's here…at the gates…’ a guard stuttered.Regan's jaw dropped before his hands tightened into fists. His face then switched to a mixture of joy and fury.He was joyful because his enemy had made it easier for him to kill her and furious because he remembered what she caused Estan.“Remain here with the witches.” He instructed the two guards with him and stomped out of the hall.Regan paced down the stairs and hallways, rage coursing through his veins. He was in the spirit of killing at that moment. And he was going to take it all out on that witch.‘Alpha, what should we do with her?’ a guard mindlinked him.‘Chain her to her knees, I'll be right there.’ he instructed as he increased his pace.As soon as he descended the last flight of stairs, it dawned on him that Liliana was a witch and she could easily take down his warriors witho
Meanwhile, Ivorie was in her chamber, fiddling with the old parchment she had stolen from Elder Sherman's chamber back in Blackwood pack.She went through the content again, still finding it difficult to grapple with the truth that it held.‘Is this real?’ She thought.‘You’re holding the parchment in your hands.’ Maia’s smug tone filled her mind. Ivorie was sure she was rolling her eyes but she ignored her.‘Do you think I should tell him?’ She asked Maia.‘It’s your choice to make, Ivorie. If you really want to live the rest of your life as Alpha Clawn's sister, then tell him.’ Maia replied.Ivorie sighed, her shoulders slumping. She shifted her position as she felt slightly uncomfortable in her lower belly. Her baby was always stirring.She contemplated the difficult decision further.‘Maybe I should tell Regan, instead. He’ll know what to do. Or perhaps we'll be able to come up with a solution together.’ She thought.She looked up, determined. “Yes, that's what I'll do.” She decla
The golden rays of the sun upon the pack shrine illuminated the solemn faces of the gathered pack members. Five days have passed since Estan's tragic demise. Five days of absolute pain for his loved ones. Especially Regan. The Alpha hadn't just lost his Beta and most trusted advisor. He lost a friend, a brother. And the thought of that weighed on him for days.The burial ritual for Estan had begun, and the air was thick with grief. Regan, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep, stood at the forefront, where the priests were lined up and chanting. His jaw clenched in a mix of despair and rage.Soon, the priests were done chanting and one by one, members of the royal family and Estan’s own extended family, moved forward to the wooden platform his body was tied to.One by one, they poured handfuls of red sand on his lifeless body. Some wailed, some simply couldn't utter a word.Regan moved forward after Ivorie, he was last to pour his sand. He stared longingly at his lost friend. Memori