“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
It was dusk and the annual Winter Ball had drifted to full buzz. The gates of the castle had been thrown open and the halls were filled with merry werewolves – both pack members and non pack members.There were more halls in the castle, halls that were enough to contain the common folks.There was also a special hall designated to the nobles and royals. Of course, it was the most elegant amongst all. With exotic decorative attires and traditional equipment hung around.Estan spotted Regan speaking with some other pack's dignitaries round a table just ahead. He went over the counter to get himself wine.After a few minutes of drinking, he felt a presence right behind him.“Alpha.” He called as he turned around, bowing respectfully.“Where is my Luna?” Regan asked immediately with a look of worry on his face.“Happy Winter Ball to you too.” Estan said sarcastically. “The Luna should be here…” he drawled, gazing around the hall but there was no sign of Ivorie.“She was acting strange dur
Regan held her waist dominantly as he mauled her lips. He used his tongue to part her lips so he could lead himself into her mouth. Their tongues fought each other within their mouths as they swapped saliva passionately. Regan, overwhelmed with love and lust slid his hands down her back until he cupped Ivorie's perky ass. She moaned into his mouth as her pussy clenched. She grinded her crotch against him and her moaning increased. Regan swept her off the ground and held onto her with her ass. Ivorie moaned into his mouth as her hands raked his hair with vigour. She felt herself falling backwards and she prayed she wasn't falling out of a dream. She fell instead on a soft platform. When she opened her eyes, she realised that it was a bed. She gazed at Regan in surprise. “How…” “Shhh…I might have sped all the way to the third floor because of this…” he said huskily and crushed his lips against hers. Ivorie giggled into his mouth as her hand went back to his head and back. The
“Come on, a little farther.” Regan held Ivorie as he helped her towards the forest outside the castle. Her wolf was still persisting to shift and if it weren't for Ivorie's resistance, it would have by now.Regan had quickly thrown random cloaks over themselves and led her out of the room. Using his secret network of tunnels, he had snuck them out of the castle through the back.And now, there they were, in the woods behind the castle, preparing for Ivorie to finally shift.“Reg…Regan…” Ivorie managed to call amidst the sharp jolts of pain that she was experiencing.Regan faced her, worry clearly written all over his face. “You’ll be fine…look at me. You will be fine.” He assured her defiantly.“I…I'm scared…urgh!” Ivorie said before another jolt of pain suddenly spread across her jaw.She fell into Regan's arms and he held her up. “You’ll be fine. I am here.” He told her again, trying to calm her down.She was still whimpering and shuddering, not from fear anymore but from the power
Ivorie was finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard. “Wha…what are you talking about…” she asked in a heavy tone.Regan ran his hand through his hair and sighed in devastation.‘Do not hurt her.’ Boris warned but Regan angrily shut him behind.“Let's return to the castle…”“No, tell what you meant!” Ivorie demanded vehemently.“Okay.” Regan faced her with a grave expression. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want the mate-bond.” He declared.Ivorie felt pain tug at her heart. She didn't know why she was reacting to his words this way. She had grown to get used to his harsh words at her. Why was she feeling such immense pain now?“But why…?” She asked, tears brimming her eyelids.“I didn't because…” he sighed, “... because I was selfish. I had a plan to conquer your father's pack and it couldn't work if you were my mate.” He finally divulged.Ivorie's mouth was left agape in dismay. She couldn't believe the words she was hearing at that moment.“And I also did