“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
“Everyone knows that,” Ivorie said as she resisted rolling her eyes again.“And does everyone know?” Regan asked, crossing his arms.She shrugged, “The wars, always conquering smaller packs.”Regan's eyebrows raised, “Okay first, I don't conquer smaller packs. They are strong and formidable packs and it is with my superior strength that I defeat them.” He corrected her, his eyes twitching, “and no, I meant what made me become the Dreaded Warlord.” He added softly.“Okay,” Ivorie shrugged again, “I'm listening.” She might as well just wait here and spend the evening with him, even though the sight of him half naked and sweaty sent an unknown feeling to the bottom of her stomach.“We weren't always the greatest pack in the continent, you know,” he began.“Before the reign of my great-grandfather, Balor, Cresthowl pack was one of the smaller packs in the continent. The pack had little to no resources, hence low numbers in warriors.“Even with all that, they were always bullied by the big
With small strides, she got to him, standing next to him and facing his side.She was dangerously standing close to him, the heat from their bodies colliding between them.Regan turned to her, looking down into her eyes. Their bond was thickening and Regan's wolf was the only one there to bear its weight. It was hurting him the way he resists, his wolf needed her, to claim her, to make her his.Boris' emotion overcame him as he reached for her.Ivorie felt cold shivers skitter down her thin spine as Regan's hand touched her face. He caressed his thumb on her cheek without breaking eye contact.His eyes might be terrifying to everyone but they weren't to her. The double colours were captivating and she was captivated by them.His touch was surprisingly soft, she could feel every inch of its roughness on her face. It only announced more how war-like he was.She gulped, unable to push words out of her mouth. What was this man doing to her? She was supposed to hate him, he was supposed to
A gasp escaped her mouth and she dropped the veil in her hand. Shock was written all over her face.The maid was also frozen like an antelope in headlights. She hadn't expected herself to get caught, obviously.Getting herself together, “What are you doing here?” Ivorie asked, pointing her finger at her, her brows furrowed.The maid’s thin eyes flared and she decided to make a run for it. As she opened the door, “Come back!” Ivorie screamedBut of course, the maid paid deaf ears and bolted out of the room. Ivorie followed her out as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't much of a runner.As she got to the door and expected to see the maid rushing down the hallway, she instead almost bumped into Brennan.“Brennan wha-” her words caught in her throat as she realised that Brennan had caught the maid. She was struggling to get free from his firm grip around her wrist.“Luna, what's going on?” The guard asked, holding the maid's wrist with his other hand.Ivorie straightened herself
Ivorie's stomach dropped. Her eyes widened in utmost shock.She refused to raise her head to look at Regan as she knew he would surely be smirking at her for his achievement. He was always cocky to her.But she couldn't help it, she swung her head up and faced him, cursing herself as she did.But Regan wasn't smirking at her, he wasn’t even looking at her at all. Instead, his killing-intent-filled glare was glued on the maid. The latter was shivering under his gaze.He was just as angry as she was at her. Okay…maybe more than she was, but at least he didn't have the time to smirk at her. “Bu…but why would you do that?” She asked, still shocked.“The question is, who sent you,” Regan cut her off. His gaze not moving from the maid, he glared at her as if she would pounce off if he didn't.Shuddering, “N…no one…Alpha…” she stammered.Ivorie watched as Regan's hands balled up, veins protruding from his skin.“Liar!” He growled.But Ivorie knew she wasn't lying, she couldn't. Not under he
Ivorie sat down in her room, a train of thoughts flowing through her mind. The image of the maid flashed before her eyes. She wondered how she could harbour such hatred towards her. The determination in her eyes even as she was being dragged away by Brennan. What exactly has she done to deserve this?She fiddled with her fingernails nervously as she fought tears away from her eyes. What she had seen was a horrible sight. ‘Is she really dead?’ she asked herself, her mind flashing at the pool of blood she saw in the torture chamber.A rush of bitterness attacked the back of her mouth and she held her chest as her stomach clenched. She was fast enough to be in the toilet before she threw up hard, throwing out all the food and medicines she had eaten before.She groaned as she fetched water from a small bucket and rinsed her face down. The aftertaste was there. She felt sick as a whole.She stumbled out of the toilet and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had quickly gone paler an
The throne room was filled with a heavy sense of calmness. Regan and Ivorie were seated on their thrones, their demeanor calm and collected. They looked out upon the massive gathering of the pack Elders and Alphas from the allied packs. Decorum reigned amongst them as they had their gazes on the criminals at the center of the throne room.Alpha Johan, Beta Jordan, Nick, and Kiya knelt, their heads lowered in utter shame. They awaited their judgements.“Elder Callen, begin the procession.” Regan instructed in a strong voice.Elder Callen stepped forward and bowed to Regan and Ivorie before clearing his throat."Johan Kanin, Jordan Volkov, Nicholas Jenn, and Kiyalera Sven, you have been found guilty of the following; treachery, multiple murders, massacre of warriors, abduction, and attempted usurpation. These are heinous crimes and according to the law of Cresthowl pack, your punishment will be death."The room fell silent, except for the sound of Kiya suddenly bursting into tears. Whi
Regan and Blood Grove crashed into the nearby bush, their bodies entwined as they skidded across the dry underbrush. A thick tree was what stopped Regan from rolling.Blood Grove was the first to regain his footing. A sly grin spread across his face as he faced Regan."Alpha Regan, it's such an honor to finally meet you officially," Blood Grove said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Regan stood up and swatted dust off his body.His eyes narrowed on Blood Grove, his jaw clenched in rage.“I wouldn't say the same for me. You have been a thorn at my side for far too long, assassin. Because of you, many innocent lives were lost, including that of my Beta.” Regan seethed and his hands fisted. His desire to fight burned through his veins."I was simply following orders, Alpha. But I'm sure you cannot understand, since you’re a ruler.” Blood Grove said with hatred.“I’ll kill you, for taking my son!” Regan shot, his eyes flickering red and blue.Blood Grove chuckled, his eyes glinting with a
The courtroom hummed with several voices. Ivorie sat at the end of the long table, silently watching the Elders engage in heated argument amongst themselves. Although it was not a pleasant thing, it took her mind off the worry of her baby."Luna, we understand that you've been grieving the kidnapping of your baby for days, as expected," one of the Elders said, his voice gentle but firm. "But I believe it is time we received more information concerning our Alpha's betrayal. We need to know what happened, and why Regan would betray the pack in such a way."The rest of the elders nodded in agreement.“And most importantly, why would he want his own newly birthed son kidnapped?” Another Elder added. Everyone went mute, awaiting Ivorie's response.Ivorie's eyes darted nervously around the room. It felt like a heavy weight had been placed upon her with the Elders’ intense attention on her.She knew that she had to tread carefully, to avoid revealing the plan that she and Elder Callen had e
Ivorie paced to and fro in her chamber, her mind reeling with thoughts of her baby. It had been two days since she had sent Jenna out to find him, and yet there was no update. The thought of that alone made her shiver occasionally.No word from Nick, no message from Jenna. The silence was horrifying, and Ivorie's anxiety was growing by each passing hour.She went to the fireplace, pacing back and forth in front of it with her hands clasped together in a futile attempt to calm her racing thoughts. ‘What if Jenna has betrayed me? What if she has used the opportunity given to her to gain her freedom without the need to help me?’‘What if Nick has harmed my baby? Oh goddess! Please help me!’ Ivorie's heart beat in accordance with thoughts in her mind. She covered her face with her palms, sobbing silently Just as she was starting to lose hope, the door of the room was thrown open. Ivorie raised her head and saw her mother walking in, a look of genuine concern etched on her face. "Ivori
The streets of Cresthowl had become totally different from what she remembered. She was used to a quiet and deserted night but tonight, the streets were reeking with a lot of people. And not just regular pack members, warriors also. The pack Watchmen and even guards were roaming and patrolling every corner of the pack.It made her wonder what in the name of the Moon goddess happened in the past year.It took her great knowledge of every nook and cranny of the pack streets to evade the warriors. She had grown up in the streets of the pack and she knew it like the back of her hands.Finally, she arrived at a lonely alley, near a very busy market. There were no warriors there.Her eyes were on a particular woman in the market. Black short hair and a skinny build. She was only going about her market scouring but Jenna had other plans for her.When the woman was done in the market, she headed through another alley adjacent to the one Jenna was in. She followed her.She paced after the woma
The darkness of the dungeon seemed to press in on Jenna from all sides, the cold stone walls and damp air a constant reminder of her captivity. She had been in there for about a year now, if her counting of sunrises through the small gap above her were accurate. One year of captivity in this wretched dungeon. An entire year of living in an unfavourable condition, consuming unhealthy food and breathing pungent air.She had begged the guards multiple times to clean the other corner of the cell where decayed human dung lied for a long time. She had learnt to live with it overtime.She sat in a corner, busy playing with a small stone. In this place, that was about the most interesting thing she could do.But she knew all these conditions she found herself in, were caused by her. She brought it upon herself. She blamed herself for going against the Luna of her pack. Especially when the Alpha himself had never taken a liking in her from the onset. She had made a grave mistake and she was
“I have given you milk, I bought some cookies for you from the market, risking my own safety. I even tried to sing you a song. But you keep crying!” Kiya wailed as she sat opposite Ashken in a small ramshackle hut.They had decided to remain in Cresthowl pack for the time being. As they believed that Ivorie would do their bidding because her baby's life was at stake.Although with Kiya's experience with Ashken, she feared she’d have to end his life sooner than planned.Kiya's eyes were fixed on the baby, whose loud cries filled the entire hut. Kiya's hands trembled, her veins coursing with rage. She glared at the child intently, her mind racing with many homicidal thoughts.Her killing intent reached its peak when she sprang to her feet. But fortunately, the door of the hut was opened.Her attention moved to Nick as he walked in. Any second later and she would have done something she would regret greatly.“What's all that dreadful noise?” Nick asked with a frown.Kiya walked over to
“...may not be back anytime soon. And if I don't return at all, please do right by your Luna. She is the perfect woman for you, your life changer. You may not see it, but she has brought a new light into your life. Believe it when your Beta says it. Believe it when your best friend says it.”Regan sighed as he read the last letter he got from Estan. His hands became heavy with great despair, almost clouding his very soul. He dropped the letter on the table before him as his eyes stung with tears.He raised his head, shaking his head and refusing to shed tears.‘Get a damned grip on yourself! You're the Alpha!’ Boris scolded harshly within him.Regan controlled his breath, but it was hard. He had lost his Beta, his friend. Not only Estan, but Brennan also. They both were his friends although he didn't acknowledge one until his death and that guilt was eating him up from within.Rapid footsteps invaded the room he was in and he quickly put on a stoic face, shrouding his sad expression.
His feet crushed the dried undergrowth of the thick forest in the outskirts of Crescent Moon pack. His feet carried him as fast as they could, but even with the speed, he was still as stealth as ever. It was as though he was running on the air and not on land. He practically appeared like a blur under the dim moonlight.He glanced around frantically multiple times, hoping no one was tailing him. Until he arrived at a particular cave surrounded by thick and tall trees. He looked back once more, making sure he was alone there before walking into the cave.As he entered the small cave, Kiya looked up, worry etched on her face. "Nicholas!” She exclaimed as she sprang up to her feet. “Goddess, I was extremely worried about you," she said in relief, rushing to his side.Nick cracked a smile at the corner of his lips, embracing her. "I'm fine, my love. I just had a close call with Regan's warriors."“Oh goddess, are you okay?” Kiya asked, checking Nick out for any form of wounds.“I'm fine,