Silence instantly descended on the dining hall. Everyone stopped eating and had their gazes turned to Ivorie. Ivorie watched Jenna who had a wicked smirk plastered on her face.But Ivorie didn't plan on being embarrassed today. This wasn't her pack anymore, where she would be treated like trash and without importance. Now she was a Luna and she was going to act like a Luna.A confident smile curled up her lips and she leaned backward into her chair.“I don't remember you being my mother, Duchess? So why ask?” She asked with an air of confidence billowing around her.Jenna's lips twitched, glancing at everyone else around the table. It was apparent that she also didn't want to lose face in the presence of the nobles.“But..we have to be sure, Luna. An heir is an important aspect of a royal life.” She said.“I'm well aware, Duchess and I don't need you to remind me of that.” Ivorie retorted.“But it doesn't look like there is any progress. I mean…everyone knew when the Alpha had you thr
“Here it is Luna.” Grace muttered, in her hands was a tray ladened with a glass of water and a small bowl.Ivorie, who was sitting on a chair in her room, didn't immediately answer her. Her mind had wandered off thinking about what had happened earlier at the throne room.Those peasants had tried to kill her. In some packs culture, that was a terrible omen, a spiritual taboo. What could cause the people to want their leader dead by their own hands?“Luna?” Grace called with a louder tone, successfully bringing Ivorie back to reality. The Luna looked at her handmaid with a blank face.“You have to relax Luna.” Grace said encouragingly. She placed the tray on the table and knelt before Ivorie.As she began to carry the small bowl, Ivorie raised her hand at her. “That's okay, I’ll do it myself.” She said curtly.Grace arched her brows, “Are you sure Luna?” She asked.Ivorie gave her a wry smile and nodded. Grace sighed before standing up and walking out of the room.Ivorie took a glass o
The sun was beginning to set upon the Cresthowl pack lands.At the castle gates, Regan and Estan walked, carrying their hunting gears over their shoulders. They also had different killed animals in their grasp. Their hunting expedition seemed to have been fun.Before they entered the palace, the gears and games were collected from them by the servants.Regan retreated to the first room where the explosion had occurred. He didn't want to deal with Ivorie and her tantrums yet.The atmosphere in the pack house was solemn; each and every servant and maids were going about their duties and there was no noise or unnecessary chatter that Regan detested.He happily strode to his bedroom, entering the closet to pull off his gear.He then headed straight for the bathing room. As he approached it, he hoped he wouldn't meet Ivorie.And he was lucky, because there was no one there. He dipped himself into the bathtub, sighing as the chill ran encompassed his skin. He had deliberately chosen the wat
Ivorie gasped in shock as her eyes landed on Regan. The book dropped from her hands immediately and she quickly reached for the blanket on the shelf next to her. Pulling it over her chest, she used it to cover up her half-nakedness.“What are you doing here?” She asked in a high pitched tone, her eyes dripping with anger.Regan arched a brow at her, “This is my room?” He pointed out.Ivorie's shoulder slumped. She was stupid to ask that question. She had just taken her bath and hadn't fully gotten dressed. Being busy with thoughts of her pack and Cresthowl pack's past indifferences and how she didn't know about it until now, kept her busy.“I didn't know you were back.” She mumbled, walking slowly towards the closet.Regan's eyes followed her, still intrigued by her body which was only barely covered by the blanket.Her eyes kept focused on him as she moved backwards. As a result, she tripped over a small wooden box and fell backwards with a scream.Regan muffled a laugh, averting his
Ivorie looked at him in horror. She instantly put on a frown, overshadowing her initial fear.“And you said no harm would come to me from you.” She muttered, feeling proud to be able to use his own words against him.Regan's eyes darted around hers, as if searching for something in them. His orbs held mixed feelings that Ivorie couldn't quite understand. She could see rage in them, the urge to hurt her, but she also saw something else, something warmer. No, that's not Regan, he wasn't warm.“You're bold, little princess.” He mumbled, a smirk tugging his lips.Ivorie, who could feel his breath on her face, replied, “I am the Luna after all.”Regan chuckled slightly. “And you don't think to be submissive when need be?” He asked, his eyes boring into hers.Trying not to get lost in his eyes, she answered, “Let's hope I won't need to.”Abruptly, Regan pushed himself away from her and that was when Ivorie realised how their bodies had been pressed together. She found herself wanting him cl
“What is she doing here?”Her eyes dilated as she watched the duchess in awe. This was so daunting to her, her eyes held shock in them.But she was also curious, “What is this Duchess doing in our bedroom?” She asked herself again, inaudibly.The Duchess, Jenna, glanced around, her head pivoting left and right. She was apparently checking if there was anyone there. Ivorie was forced to retreat backwards into the dark passage.She peeped again and saw Jenna snuck towards the closet. There was nothing in her hands, so Ivorie couldn't guess that she wanted to put something there. ‘Then, what is she going to do?” She asked herself in thought as she watched Jenna keenly.Jenna finally disappeared into the closet and Ivorie's head instantly began to do a countdown. “I'm going to wait for her to come out,” She whispered decisively. “I have to see what she's up to, but if I come out now, she’ll suspect where I came from. And the last thing I want is for her to discover my new secret passage
Her eyes tore open. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on his. The thick lashes created a dark shadow over his face, making him even more alluring than he should be.But Ivorie wasn't worried about his looks, her heart was racing because she had been caught. She had been caught doing the exact thing he forbade her from doing. A large lump forced its way down her throat.Regan's brows furrowed down at her, a low growl escaping his throat but he didn't open his mouth.“Answer me.” He demanded in a dark tone.As if his voice was like a hypnotic song, Ivorie found herself wanting to answer him.“I…I needed to…” her lips quivered in the same rhythm her heart beat. She gulped again, unable to find words to explain herself.Suddenly, Regan opened his mouth, a deep growl escaping his lips along with his words in a booming tone, “I said answer me!”Triggered by his yell, Ivorie flinched and took a step back, before quickly turning around and dashing off.“Little princess!” Rega
An hour had passed and Ivorie was still locked up in the room, pacing to and fro in worry. Yes, she was worried about her husband, Regan, but she tried not to admit it.She bit her finger nervously as trains of thoughts raced through her mind. What exactly made Regan so agitated like that? From the way his expression changed suddenly in the garden, she guessed he had been informed about a danger through mindlink.She groaned and slammed her ass on the bed. She couldn't mindlink and that pissed her off. If only she had a wolf…she wouldn't even have to be kept in the dark like this, she could easily mindlink Estan or someone else in the pack about what was going on.As she sat on the bed thinking, she hoped Regan returned soon and got her out of there. She really didn't like being alone.Minutes ran by and there was still no sign of Regan or anyone else. Everywhere was silent, it was as if they had all vanished to where something possibly was going on, leaving her behind.She groaned an