“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
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