“What? Is that possible?” She asked, her eyes spelling shock and excitement.Regan nodded, “It has only happened a number of times but we can try our luck.” He said.Ivorie was getting excited. The prospect of having a wolf shot adrenaline through her veins. It was exhilarating.She wouldn't be wolfless again, she wouldn't be regarded as weak.“So, how can it be done? When can we begin?” She asked, rasping excitedly.Regan gestured with his hands, “You have to relax…” he was suddenly cut off by the sound of a voice in his head.‘Alpha, Beta Estan has regained consciousness.’ Shaerah's voice echoed in his head.He immediately stood up, although not responding.“What's wrong?” Asked Ivorie, her worried gaze following him.“It's Estan, he's awake.” He told her and made his way towards the exit.“Should I come along?” She asked, desperate to know what he had to say about finding her wolf.Unfortunately, Regan shook his head as he walked out.Regan made his way to the infirmary. He knew th
Ivorie's scream echoed in the silent Archives hall. By instincts, she dived to the side, avoiding Martin's fangs by a heartbeat.Ivorie wasted no time. She dashed towards the direction she had dived to and bolted. That was what her brain could give her at the moment– run.“Help!” She yelped, hoping someone would hear her screams and come to her rescue. She stumbled upon shelves as she ran, not daring to look back.Suddenly, as she made a turn by a shelf, she came face to face with Martin.The scream of horror that escaped her mouth was almost deafening.Martin roared loudly, displaying his horrid fangs and gold glowing eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping her with his claws.Ivorie wailed, her eyes widened in horror.She had been caught.She gasped once, her breath seemingly failing her. She gasped again for breath and again. It was as though her consciousness was slipping from her.She became scared. The fear in her was at its peak. It was at the point where she couldn't
“I now proclaim you, Alpha of Cresthowl pack!”Kiya fiddled with her fingernails as she watched the Elder rub a vermilion on Regan Wolfeclawn's forehead. He had finally been crowned as Alpha of the Cresthowl pack.But that wasn't what got her so edgy. The young Princess had just been brought…no, stolen from her own father’s pack two days ago.Regan had attacked her pack and despite all the efforts put by her father, the Alpha to resist Regan's warriors, they failed and fell.Now, Regan found his mate in Kiya and brought her back home as a form of trophy. But upon their arrival, Regan met his father deceased. After the funeral rites were over, he was immediately crowned Alpha and he had also chosen this day to officially mate her and make her his Luna.“I can't do it.” Kiya muttered to herself for the umpteenth time. She was greatly filled with fear of getting married to Regan – the Dreaded Warlord. Besides, he had conquered her pack and killed her father just two days ago. It would be
What?” Regan lunged to his feet in fury. Moonbeam pack was one of the packs he hated the most and has vowed to take down first when he becomes Alpha.“What sort of wish is that? That is totally against my plan to destroy Moonbeam pack!” ” He roared, seething with rage.“Alpha, it is what your father wanted. I'm sure he had his reasons” one of the Elders assured.“Be damned with what he wanted, this is totally against my plan of conquest!” He barked in retort.“No,” he shook his head, “I’m not doing it.” He affirmed.“Alpha, I would not advise you to discard this as it isn't just a disrespect to the late Alpha, but also a sin in the eyes of the Moon Goddess.” One of the Elders quickly chipped in.Regan paced to and fro, he couldn't contain the rage in him. He couldn't believe his father would do something like this. He was sure the dead man had deliberately made this wish because he was well aware of his belligerent attitudes. He was trying to prevent him from waging war against the Mo
Ivorie Kanin stood before the Elders and her father, the Alpha of Moonbeam pack in the courtroom. Beads of sweat rolled down her face, she wondered what her father had called her for. “You called for me, Alpha.” With a respectful bow, she said. “Yes, I did.” Alpha Johan, a big black haired man with small eyes answered. There was silence in the room afterwards. Alpha Johan shot one of his court members a look and the man cleared his throat before speaking. “Princess Ivorie, as you know, your sister, Eloisa is betrothed to Alpha Regan of Cresthowl pack and should be getting married to him in a fortnight.” The Elder said and Ivorie nodded. She wondered where this was leading to. She glanced at her mother to see her expression but she wasn't looking her way. “Umm…Princess Eloisa is well …unwell and sadly, the marriage with Alpha Regan cannot be shifted so …” the Elder cleared his throat again for the umpteenth time. “Oh for fucks sake! You're getting married to Alpha Regan now, gir
Regan had mixed feelings about this wedding. A whole part of him didn't want to be there in the first place, yet something inside of him was drawing him here. He had had a short and awkward discussion with Moonbeam pack Alpha and he was glad the formalities were over. He couldn't stand speaking with the ruler of the very pack he had planned his whole life on destroying. He was yet to see his bride as he was told that there were a few useless proceedings that needed to be done before the wedding rituals were performed. While he waited, he greatly wanted to just leave the hall out of annoyance, but Estan, his beta, told him to have some patience. Finally, those proceedings were over and he was introduced by the priest and then his bride was called in. He spotted her metres away, being escorted to him by the Luna. His heart was racing in ways that annoyed him as she took gentle steps towards him. Her white hair looked pure and spotless and her skin itself was plump and thick,
Regan dragged Ivorie across the large hall and out of it. He didn't stop there; he continued to drag her away until they got to a nearby armoury in the compound.“Where are you taking me?” Ivorie screamed, yanking her hand away from the Alpha's grip. She shot him a scowl.Regan looked down at her, amused at how short she was. He held himself from sniggering.“I need to make some things clear to you.” He growled, pointing his finger hard at her face.“This marriage of ours…it is nothing but a diplomatic move. I wasn't aware of my betrothal to you until a fortnight ago.” He said in a gruff voice.Ivorie rolled her eyes, folding her arms pompously, “Then I guess we found ourselves in the same shoes.” She said,Regan's face contorted with confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked.“Just like you, I was just chosen to marry you a fortnight ago. It was supposed to be my sister but…but she…she got really ill and I had to replace her.” She explainedRegan's eyes widened a bit. So she wasn't the
Ivorie followed Regan to the bedroom they would be sharing. Ivorie couldn't imagine sharing a room with a man that was feared by many. She silently prayed that he doesn't strangle her in her sleep.When they arrived at the room, she was marveled at its size. It was bigger than hers back home even. Being an Alpha has its privileges.She was, however, less excited when she saw only one bed right in the middle of the massive bedroom.She stood on a spot for a minute, running through her thoughts.“You don't like the bed?” Regan's voice interrupted her thoughts.“What? No, it's appropriate.” She said.“Good, because I won't have it changed just for you.” Regan grumbled. Ivorie held herself from rolling her eyes.Regan walked over to another room inside the room. Ivorie guessed that must be his closet and deduced that there must be one for her also.And there was. At the opposite side of where Regan entered, there was also a door there. She needed to change into something more comfortable.