“So, how did you know where he was?” Ivorie asked Estan, who was sitting next to her on a bench just outside the courtroom.Regan was inside with Beta Sinclair who had been released from his confinement to have a meeting with Regan.Hopefully, they would discuss normally without Regan having to rip his head off Beta Sinclair's neck.Estan shrugged, “Ah…that's just m the only place he goes whenever he leaves the castle but has no official business to deal with.” He answered with a warm smile.Ivorie chuckled. “Wow, you really know him.” She remarked.“Well, and also because that's the same place we both went to train all the time all those years before he became so obsessed with his conquest.” He added.Ivorie tilted her head and frowned. “Wait, how did you know we went to train there?” She asked. She had thought Regan kept it a secret amongst the both of them alone.Estan smiled and nodded, “Well, I knew about your wolflessness a long time ago, Luna.” Estan whispered, shocking Ivorie.
“Come on!” Regan bellowed as he tilted his body to the right, dodging a jab from one of the warriors. He clicked his tongue unimpressively at the warrior’s futile attempt to hit him.He was in the warriors' training grounds in the castle. Once in a while, he would come and give them some ‘rare’ training, which, to the warriors, only involved them being tossed around and knocked out effortlessly.Regan most times forgot that he was an Alpha and they were mere Gammas. The power levels were miles apart.Effortlessly, he drove his fist into the warrior’s torso, sending him to the ground instantly.He spread his arms with a look of shock on his face. “Is this what I'm dealing with?” He asked nobody in particular as the warrior was seemingly unconscious.Two other warriors came up to the training mat to drag him away.“You all are being so sloppy in your moves!” Regan bellowed, his tone dripping slightly of anger and disappointment.“When he wakes, tell him I said he should have his forearm
“Don't you think you should take a break now?” Estan asked as he dipped his hands into the pocket of his trousers. He watched as Ivorie rolled the mini sized boulder to the other side of the compound.“No,...um…just a…little…arg…more…” she said amidst heavy pants and grunts.She was perspiring profusely and the sweat made her flimsy dress cling to her body like a second skin. Her skin had totally ignored the logic that it was winter.Her skin couldn't quite be blamed, as the white haired Luna had been training for hours non-stop.It had been three weeks since the first time that she asked Estan for help with her training. Three weeks that he had been training her personally in the same manor that Regan had brought her to the first time.Of course, the training had paid off. As currently, she could stay a fairly long while when her wolf tried to emerge without passing out. She could also remain conscious whenever her wolf tried to communicate with her. Although, she was still stuck at
Regan alighted the carriage and stepped on the castle ground again. He took in a long breath and exhaled refreshingly.His few days of absence from the castle had made him miss it so much.“Alpha, welcome.” Brennan greeted him as he approached him and bowed respectfully.“How was the marking ritual of the new warriors?” The guard asked.Nodding, “Well, it went well.” Regan answered without full attention. His gaze was sweeping the entire compound, looking for something, or rather someone.“Do me a favour, Brennan, make sure my carriage is cleaned well.” He ordered the guard and walked away.“But Alpha…” Brennan wanted to tell him that there were servants for that but the Alpha was already gone. He sighed before moving towards the carriage.Regan walked straight into the castle royal block. He had half expected Ivorie to be there in the compound, waiting for him. He had mindlinked a guard to inform her about that beforehand.He couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened at not seeing he
“What is wrong with you?” Ivorie asked in a high pitched tone.Regan exhaled and ran his hand through his hair in devastation. He faced Estan again who was still kneeling before him.“Leave, now!” He ordered in a grave tone. The Beta stood up instantly and left the manor.As soon as the door was shut, Ivorie rooted herself in front of him. “Man-whore? Where did that even come from? Did you think we were…” she paused her words, realising it would sound disgusting if she said it.“I acted on impulse on what I thought I saw.” Regan said firmly. His voice didn't hold any form of remorse although, deep in his heart, he was.Ivorie faced hin with a look of utter bewilderment. “Really? Is this really who you are?” She asked.“Look, I said…”“A violent leader?” She interrupted him. Regan paused to look at her. Anger was boldly written all over her face.‘Why is she so angry?’ he wondered.Regan didn't want to tell her it was his wolf that had attacked Estan. He didn't want her to think that h
The storm was finally over and Ivorie, Regan and Estan had returned to the castle. The ground was still wet from the storm and the wind was ever so strong and cold. In short, everyone sane enough were locked up within the walls of their abode.Regan stood in front of the full length window in his chambers. His gaze roaming the foggy outdoors, his hand gripping a tankard of wine and his other hand dipped in his pocket. His mind was wandering.‘What in the name of the Moon Goddess did I do?’ he wondered to himself. That had been his mantra for a few hours now.Regan didn't know himself to be a man to be surprised or amazed about anything. Nothing impressed him, not even the death of someone. He could only feel pain if he really loved someone, but never shock.Except that one – he kissed Ivorie. Thinking about it alone was like a strange taste in his mouth.His plan was to avoid letting the mate-bond take over his original plan for her pack. But now he was compromising his own plan, he w
The Winter Ball, one of the most significant celebrations of the werewolf world. It was simply a night dedicated to the Moon Goddess. It was a night for everyone – both young and old, wealthy and poor, nobles and peasants – to come together and acknowledge the goodness of their creator over their lives.It was always hosted by different packs on different years. And this year, it was Cresthowl pack that was to host it.Today was the day.…She gave herself in as her tongue battled with his. Their breaths hitched and their hands roamed all over their bodies. They were desperately in need of more of each other.Regan's hand cuped her face, holding her like he owned her. His hand slid downward to her neck. His kisses followed. He issed the nape of her neck, sending shivers skittering down Ivorie's spine.His lips found the special spot on her neck and he patted his lips ever so slightly and kissed it.Ivorie arched her head backwards as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her mouth remained op
“I…I tried to control it, to harmonise…like you taught, bu…but it wouldn't work. I don't know…” Ivorie tried to narrate her experience to Estan, who was seated on a chair in her chambers. She was pacing around with her heart racing frantically against her ribcage.“You need to relax, Luna. We will find out what happened and solve it.” Estan said for the umpteenth time now, still trying to stop her from panicking.Ivorie raked her hand through her hair and sighed heavily. “What if it wants to emerge fully today? What if it happens during the Ball?” She asked, her voice heavy with fear.“Luna,” Estan stood up and faced her, “you need to relax.” He said slowly to make it sink in.Ivorie looked at him and nodded slowly. Estan nodded too and pointed to a chair. Ivorie sat down but her mind was still racing with so many thoughts.Estan poured her a cup of water and handed it to her.“What am I going to do?” She asked, not drinking her water.“We will find a way, just relax.” Estan said and