“Shadowland pack won't stop sending letters requesting for their Alpha.” Elder Callen stated as he took his seat opposite Regan. “They're beginning to add threats.” He added, narrowing his eyes at Regan. “Well, we can't just tell them their Alpha is dead!” Regan bursted out. Elder Callen shrugged. Regan hummed thoughtfully, before saying, “Just send a letter in Alpha Silas' name.” He said with a wave of his hand. “What…should I write?” Asked Elder Callen. Regan sighed, “Just tell them he wants to stay a few more weeks to help our pack out in some business.” He said. Elder Callen nodded slowly. “What?” Asked Regan with an arched brow. “Nothing,” Elder Callen shrugged, “I'll get to it, Alpha.” And with that, he was up to his feet and out of Regan's office. The latter released a deep breath as soon as the Elder stepped out. The letters and complaints from Alpha Silas' pack were already getting too much for him to bear. He had other important things to attend to and a guest’s su
“What do you want?” Regan asked, his voice oozing irritation.Jenna grinned, walking stylishly around the table to him. She did justice in hiding the cleavage that was peeking out from the top of her dress.“Alpha, I have to admit you seem broody.” She said in a pitchy tone.Regan rolled his eyes, sipping his wine.Jenna sat on the table in front of him. “Tell me Alpha, what is bothering you? You know I'm always here if you need anything.” She asked seductively.Regan gazed at her blankly. He then shook his head and clicked his tongue.“Why are you just so pathetic?” He asked suddenly.Jenna’s eyes dilated momentarily, taken aback by his question.“You are just so hopeless and shameless.” He continued.“If you want to gain my attention, I have to tell you, this is absolutely not the way.” He said, gesturing to her dress.Jenna swallowed nervously but cocked her head up defiantly.“I am not being shameless. I just care about you.” She said.Regan sprang to his feet abruptly, earning a
“Three thousand crates of beverages should go to the public market, seven hundred can be shared amongst the nobles and five hundred to the royal stores.” Jenna said to the men before her, who were busy jolting down what she was saying.They were in the Duchess' private office.“Duchess, it is actually recorded here that there are only three thousand crates of beverages shipped this season.” One of them pointed out.Jenna's eyes widened a bit and she sighed, resting unto her chair.After thinking for a while, she said, “Then let two thousand and five hundred go to the public market, the remaining can be shared amongst the nobles and royals.” She said and the men nodded while jolting.“What about the tubers, were any shipped in?” She asked, crossing her leg over the other.The men shook their heads. “No, Duchess.” They answered.She sighed deeply again. There was apparently a shortage in food supply this season.“Well…” she was about to continue when the men’s gazes moved behind her and
Estan's footsteps echoed softly in the hallway as he hastily made his way down the stairway.He was on his way to the Archives as he thought he needed to uncover the truth behind Jenna's words. He didn't quite believe her about her being in the Archives at the time of Alpha Silas' murder. As a matter of fact, he would prefer to believe that she was just sneaking out of the late Alpha's chambers that night rather than what she said.He didn't despise her. He only despised the fact that she was in love with his Alpha and wouldn't seem to stop at nothing to get his attention and love back.As long as Regan doesn't want her, he would also do everything in his power to make sure her plans fail.He was now walking with long aggressive strides along the upper floor hallway. He ignored the greetings of the few guards that greeted him. Not until he snapped out of his thoughts and waved at a particular guard.He paused in his tracks as soon as he did that. Then he turned back.“Martin, is it?”
“Mother!” Ivorie nearly screamed as she sprang up to her feet and lunged herself into her mother. They locked themselves in a tight embrace.“Oh…my priceless jewel.” The older woman groaned.She squeezed her daughter into her embrace, holding her like she wouldn't let her go ever again. Ivorie, for the first time in a long time, felt protected. She was finally in the embrace of someone she could confide in, someone who understood her.She has been independent and strong on her own, standing firm and keeping her ground. All those resolve seemed to suddenly dissolved in her mother's arms. All the toughness, the wit, they all broke down into torrents of tears welling from her eyes.“Mother…” she cried, “I didn't do it…” “I know…I know…” Luna Ivy said, patting and rubbing her back.“You would never do such a thing, you are my little white rose. You would never do such evil.” She said assuredly.That seemed to calm Ivorie down a bit as she stopped sobbing.“Quick, I don't have much time.
Regan sighed deeply as he alighted from the carriage that had brought him to the southern border of the pack. This was where the warriors sent by Alpha Jared had landed at. He was only here to assess and mark them so they could officially become Cresthowl pack warriors.No werewolf is welcomed into a pack unless he is from that particular pack. And if he isn't, he has to be marked as a member of that pack otherwise, he would be recognized as a trespasser.As Regan strode towards the contingent building of the southern warriors, his mind flashed to when he was just coming here.When he was in his carriage, he had a glimpse of the talked about hardship of the pack members. He had seen the suffering they were going through as the carriage rode through the streets.Beggars were littered at every junction, both old and young. The markets were close to empty. They were a total contrast to what he remembered of them the last time he was there, which was when he was so young and still a pri
Regan's boot sank into the ground as he landed from his carriage. He ignored the greetings of the castle workers blatantly as he stomped towards the main building. It was written all over his manner of walking that he was here for straight business.The guards at the entrance of the castle main building were smart enough to open the door as soon as their eyes landed on their Alpha stomping towards them.Even as they bowed to greet him and he ignored them, they left their heads that way until they were sure he had gone past them a good distance.“Alpha!” Estan called from the stairway as he descended hurriedly. That was the only time Regan slowed his tracks.“Where's my Luna?” He asked in a gruff voice as his Beta got to him.Estan's eyes darted around before answering, “What's going on?” He asked confusedly.“I want the Luna out of the dungeon and taken care of this instant, Beta!” Regan growled, making Estan stand upright.“Yes, Alpha!” He answered and dashed off.He lowered his head
“Alpha…I would like to apologise on behalf of my fellow Elder. Er…what he did was…” Elder Callen's words were cut off by Regan.“He committed a despicable crime, Elder, he would pay for it. There's nothing, not even your plea, that can save him from that.” Regan said dismissively. He was apparently still in rage.Who wouldn't be? This was an utter betrayal. A treasonous act of the highest order. He had been stabbed in the back by his own subjects, people he had thought he could trust in running the pack with.“I know, Alpha. I…I just want you not to act based on your rage. You need to punish him according to the laid down law so the people will not see you as a wicked Alpha.” Elder Callen said softly.Regan gazed at him longingly. For a moment, he thought if he would also betray him. He doubted that.There were some people whose loyalty weren't questionable and waverable. One of those people was Elder Callen. He had served Regan's father till his last breath and still continued his se
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
“Estan?” Regan muttered in a soft tone, etched with shock. His eyes widened in shock as Estan and Ivorie stood before him, their faces etched with exhaustion and worry. With the dirt that enveloped their bodies, it was apparent that their journey had been rough.“Regan…” Ivorie sighed as she ran to her mate, throwing her arms over his shoulders. She pulled him into a tight embrace, snuggling closer into his warmness.Goddess knew how she had missed his touch.“Wha…how is this possible? I…I thought…” Regan stuttered, trying to maintain his emotions between the exhilarating joy of having his mate in his embrace and the genuine shock of seeing his supposedly comatose Beta right before him.He sighed and submitted to the sparks that Ivorie's touch sent through his veins. He cuddled her and sniffed her white hair. Although it smelt like wet leaves and mud, he could still find her intoxicating lavender scent in there.He finally pulled away from her and asked with a quizzical look. “What
“Let them through.” Regan ordered the guards that were questioning a coachman at the castle gates. He already knew who it was -a witch. Not just any witch, but one of the special ones he had requested from every pack that was allied with him.‘Alpha. That's the witch from Moonbeam pack. The twelfth witch that has arrived.’ A guard informed him through his mindlink and Regan nodded.‘That leaves just one more Pack to send its witch.’ he responded.‘Its Blackwood pack, Alpha.’ The guard informed.Regan sighed and turned around, heading back into the castle. He went to the hall where Alpha Clawn and a few other Alpha's were discussing casually. The rest of them were in their chambers, patiently waiting for the witches.Regan had told them to remain in his castle until the witch has been located and their actual enemy has been discovered.“What is it?” Clawn asked as he followed Regan out of the hall.“The witches. They're all here except for your pack’s.” Regan informed.Clawn's eyes nar
It was night, the moon hidden behind the blanket of clouds in the sky. The entire pack seemed as silent as a graveyard as no sound was heard. Even the animals in the forest were silent -no chirping, howling or barking. Just silent. A deafening silence.Ivorie sat on a chair in the small cottage that served as her temporary home. Her eyes were shut but she wasn't asleep. The night air clung to her skin like a damp shroud as many thoughts raced through her troubled mind. It was truly a hard day for the white haired Luna.“Luna,” Estan's husky voice called from across the room, shattering the silence that cloaked them. She looked up to face him.“It's time to go back to our home.” He said. “It's time to head back to Cresthowl.” He added with a straight face.Ivorie sighed heavily as she sat upright. “Estan…I know you want to get me somewhere safe in time and I appreciate that. But you have to understand that we can't just leave.” She said.“No, Luna, we have…” Estan began but Ivorie cut
''Careful at the entrance, Luna.'' Estan cautioned Ivorie as she neared the entrance of the small thatched roof cottage.''I'm pregnant, Estan. Not blind.'' Ivorie retorted as she pushed the weak door open, the hinges creaked irritably.-evidence that they were entering a very old house.Before they arrived here, Estan had gone to a peasant pack member to request for a place to crash. Obviously, the Beta had friends all around this pack. She should have, however, expected something of this caliber.Ivorie turned around to face Estan as he also walked in. She sighed, ''And I know you are only caring for me.'' She remarked softly. She took Estan's hands in hers, ''Thank you so much for your help.'' She appreciated genuinely.Estan simply nodded with a warm smile.While Ivorie settled down, Estan went to a corner in the shabby cottage and took an empty cup, then he went out of the cottage. After a few minutes, he came back in and handed Ivorie the already filled cup.The Luna collected
Her lungs gave in, throwing out shallow breaths out of her. Her heart beat at an unimaginable rate and with each step she took, it felt like it would pop out of her mouth any second.Ivorie glanced around as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her lower belly ache excruciatingly, but that was the least of her problems. According to Estan, she ran still.“Luna Ivorie!” She gasped out of extreme fright. Even the mention of her own name was terrifying to her now. But it was just a guard.“Get to your chamber, Luna. We’ll take care of the intruders!” The guard instructed.Ivorie could barely utter any words so she simply nodded and kept on running.As she went nearer to her chamber, she saw more guards running back to where she was coming from.Why did it seem like the entire castle guards were ‘taking care’ of Nick and Kiya?“Ahhh!” Ivorie let out a heavy gasp as she arrived at her chamber. She rested on the door to catch her breath. All the pain she had ignored seemed to return
Ivorie stared blankly at the old parchment in her hands. The parchment that held the greatest secret in the entire pack that she was dwelling in. The parchment that held the secret to her true family.What will she do with it?She gulped hard, feeling the room getting stuffier. Sweat drops tickled down her face onto her chest. Her dress was getting soaked.“Alpha Clawn is my brother.” She muttered, the words heavy in her mouth.It felt so unreal, so unbelievable.She read the contents of the old parchment again just to confirm what she had read before. But the words remained the same.Her mother was Clawn's mother. Or is, to be precise. So her father wasn't actually Alpha Johan.‘I think that explains why he has always been so hard on me.’ she thought as she remained rooted to the spot, taking her time to gather her thoughts.‘He has?’ Maia asked.She had arrived late and thus, unaware of all of her host's life before her emergence.‘Right from childhood, he has always treated me like
“That’ll be okay. Leave him there.” Liliana’s voice echoed through the thick walls of the dimly lit dungeon of Moonbeam Pack castle. The guards with her dropped Estan in a harsh manner, grunting as they marched out and left them both alone.Estan, who was still strapped to the chair, raised his face and shot Liliana a glare.“You're a traitor! After Alpha Regan brought you out of your peasant life, he gave you shelter and clothing. And this is how you repay him!”He spat with utter disdain.“He was also the one that killed my family!” Liliana shot back at him. Her eyes flared at him.Estan was visibly taken aback by her words and stared at her plainly.“During those years of his incessant wars and conquests, he didn't think about us peasants. He didn't care which innocent soul got in the way of conquering his so-called enemies. He just fought and killed.” She expressed heavily, her voice dripping with pain.Estan remained speechless but had a look of pity.“Aiding his enemies won't bri