Uprising and stitching.

“This has to be worth my time, Nick.” Regan said in an unfriendly tone as he entered, along with Estan and Nicholas, into the empty courtroom.

Nicholas glanced at the guard stationed at the entrance and back at Regan. Getting the message, Regan dismissed the guard.

Regan took a seat while Estan and Nicholas stood.

“For the past few days, my men have been patrolling the city and doing their duties…” Nicholas began but was interrupted.

“Get to the point, Nick.” Estan grumbled.

Clearing his throat, Nicholas continued ,”There are rumours spreading about the city, Alpha,” he said in a serious tone. “Rumours about an uprising against you and your reign.” He added, gaining the Alpha's attention and making him sit up.

“I had some of my men do some findings and we have confirmed it. Right in this pack, Alpha Regan, lies people who are planning on dethroning you.” Nick finalised, folding his arm.

Regan put on a grave expression, placing his jaw on his fist in thought.

“This uprising,” Estan started, “Have the perpetrators been apprehended?” He asked. His brother shook his head.

“I will have them slain!” Regan smashed his fist against the table.

“Yes, but first we have to find the actual perpetrators.” Estan pointed out. He trusted Regan for his rash actions. He knew the Alpha could simply order random people's heads to be rallied round the streets of the city as a warning for others who were plotting against him.

“Those ungrateful peasants! I fight for them, I conquer other packs to expand ours, yet they choose to dethrone me!” He yelled again, his veins flexing on his neck.

“Worry not, Alpha. We shall find them and have them punished.” Estan stated calmly.

“Go to every house in the pack, ask them questions, spy on suspects, find the culprits!” Regan recited to Nick and the latter nodded before exiting the room promptly.

There was silence in the courtroom as soon as Nick left. Both men were lost in each of their thoughts.

“Do you want to return to the feast?” Estan asked.

“No!” Regan objected and stood up, leaving the courtroom.

Everyone in the dining hall had also dispersed. To them, the feast was already over. Ivorie was in the bedroom, stitching fabric. This was what she loved to do in her leisure time which was practically every time as she always had nothing important to do.

A knock came on the door, making her stop what she was doing. The door was opened even before she could say anything and an older woman walked in.

Recognizing the woman at once, Ivorie dropped what she was doing and stood up. “Mother,” she said.

It wasn't her own actual mother but Regan's. Ivorie remembered her from the wedding and from the wedding feast although they hadn't quite had a conversation yet. The older woman smiled as she patted Ivorie.

“How do you feel?” Rosina asked.

“I…I feel good, mother.” Ivorie answered, a bit confused.

“No, how do you feel being a Luna?” Rosina corrected.

“A great opportunity.” Ivorie replied. Not the correct answer but it felt like the right one to say.

Rosina hummed as she sat on a chair opposite Ivorie. “Your face says otherwise.” She noted with a smile. Ivorie shyly scratched the back of her head.

“It's okay, being in this position for the first time would seem strange but I assure you, you’ll get used to it.” The former Luna said.

“I plan on doing my duties as Luna accordingly.” Ivorie attested, taking her seat also.

“Did you have a mate before getting married to my son?” Rosina inquired. Ivorie shook her head.

“The Moon Goddess' assigned time is yet to come.” She said, making Rosina smile warmly. Ivorie was surely a strong believer of the Moon Goddess, as it should be.

“Regan had one.” Ivorie's eyes dilated upon that revelation.

“He did?” She gasped. In her mind, she tried to picture what Regan's mate would look like. Sharp mouthed? Perhaps strong willed and hotheaded like him.

“Yes, she was also as soft and gentle as you.” Rosina said. Ivorie tilted her head. How would she know that she was gentle when she had only known her for a day?

“Although, I didn't get to know her more as she rejected Regan at his coronation.” Once again Ivorie's eyes widened and her mouth went agape.

“Why?”

“Story for another time.” Rosina pushed away the topic. “But I do hope my son finds love in you.” She said. Ivorie managed to feign a smile although within her, she knew she wouldn't wish for that.

“His father is gone and I also won't live till eternity.” She said in a low tone, her head bent in dejection.

“Anyways, I just came to tell you to do good and help my son.” Rosina said, stood up and left..

Ivorie wondered what she meant in her last words. She pushed it aside and resumed her stitching.

Just then, the door was barged open and Regan marched in with a frown. ‘What happened to him now?’ Ivorie wondered.

She watched as he placed to and fro, muttering words she couldn't hear. He paused, turning to her with an expressionless gaze.

‘Embrace her!’ Regan's wolf, Boris growled within the Alpha's head. ‘Shut the fuck up!” Regan reprimanded as he shoved his wolf back.

Putting on a straight face, he walked to Ivorie. “What are you doing?” He asked.

Ivorie raised her fabric, “Stitching,” she answered.

“Stitching?” Regan raised his brows. “I could have the best weavers in the pack do that for you. We are not wretched.” He said half boasting. Ivorie held herself from giggling.

“No, it's not for the profession that I do it, it's for the passion. I just love doing it.” She told him. Regan raised his brows in confusion.

‘Was she raised on the streets?’ Regan wondered. How would his Luna be seen stitching? What would that portray him as?

“That is a pointless passion. You're a Luna now, my Luna at that, don't do such, it's an insult to me!” Regan debated. Ivorie's eyes widened with surprise. Why would he tell her not to stitch?

“What do you want me to do then?” She asked, dropping the fabric on her lap and folding her hands.

“I don't know, maybe supervise the maids at times, make sure taxes are paid accordingly. You know, things Lunas do!” He said, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

Ivorie sighed, putting the fabric aside. She stood up and walked over to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Regan asked.

“I need some sleep, husband. You should sleep too, it's late.” She said as she climbed the bed.

Regan wanted to say another word but he kept it to himself. She was right, it was already late but would he share the same bed with her? He couldn't stand the craving that drew him to her. He’s had to deal with her scent wafting through his nose all day and now he was going to share a bed with her.

He tightened his fist and gritted his teeth. Turning around, he left the room in anger.

“Where are you going?” Ivorie asked but her husband didn't answer as he shut the door loudly. The Luna released a deep sigh, what has she gotten into?