All Chapters of Loving The Supposed-Hated Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Her eyes tore open. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on his. The thick lashes created a dark shadow over his face, making him even more alluring than he should be.But Ivorie wasn't worried about his looks, her heart was racing because she had been caught. She had been caught doing the exact thing he forbade her from doing. A large lump forced its way down her throat.Regan's brows furrowed down at her, a low growl escaping his throat but he didn't open his mouth.“Answer me.” He demanded in a dark tone.As if his voice was like a hypnotic song, Ivorie found herself wanting to answer him.“I…I needed to…” her lips quivered in the same rhythm her heart beat. She gulped again, unable to find words to explain herself.Suddenly, Regan opened his mouth, a deep growl escaping his lips along with his words in a booming tone, “I said answer me!”Triggered by his yell, Ivorie flinched and took a step back, before quickly turning around and dashing off.“Little princess!” Rega

“Everyone knows that,” Ivorie said as she resisted rolling her eyes again.“And does everyone know?” Regan asked, crossing his arms.She shrugged, “The wars, always conquering smaller packs.”Regan's eyebrows raised, “Okay first, I don't conquer smaller packs. They are strong and formidable packs and it is with my superior strength that I defeat them.” He corrected her, his eyes twitching, “and no, I meant what made me become the Dreaded Warlord.” He added softly.“Okay,” Ivorie shrugged again, “I'm listening.” She might as well just wait here and spend the evening with him, even though the sight of him half naked and sweaty sent an unknown feeling to the bottom of her stomach.“We weren't always the greatest pack in the continent, you know,” he began.“Before the reign of my great-grandfather, Balor, Cresthowl pack was one of the smaller packs in the continent. The pack had little to no resources, hence low numbers in warriors.“Even with all that, they were always bullied by the big

A gasp escaped her mouth and she dropped the veil in her hand. Shock was written all over her face.The maid was also frozen like an antelope in headlights. She hadn't expected herself to get caught, obviously.Getting herself together, “What are you doing here?” Ivorie asked, pointing her finger at her, her brows furrowed.The maid’s thin eyes flared and she decided to make a run for it. As she opened the door, “Come back!” Ivorie screamedBut of course, the maid paid deaf ears and bolted out of the room. Ivorie followed her out as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't much of a runner.As she got to the door and expected to see the maid rushing down the hallway, she instead almost bumped into Brennan.“Brennan wha-” her words caught in her throat as she realised that Brennan had caught the maid. She was struggling to get free from his firm grip around her wrist.“Luna, what's going on?” The guard asked, holding the maid's wrist with his other hand.Ivorie straightened herself

Ivorie sat down in her room, a train of thoughts flowing through her mind. The image of the maid flashed before her eyes. She wondered how she could harbour such hatred towards her. The determination in her eyes even as she was being dragged away by Brennan. What exactly has she done to deserve this?She fiddled with her fingernails nervously as she fought tears away from her eyes. What she had seen was a horrible sight. ‘Is she really dead?’ she asked herself, her mind flashing at the pool of blood she saw in the torture chamber.A rush of bitterness attacked the back of her mouth and she held her chest as her stomach clenched. She was fast enough to be in the toilet before she threw up hard, throwing out all the food and medicines she had eaten before.She groaned as she fetched water from a small bucket and rinsed her face down. The aftertaste was there. She felt sick as a whole.She stumbled out of the toilet and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had quickly gone paler an

“Those people can be very cruel at times,” the man who had rescued her from the steak seller said while they both walked along a narrow alley.Ivorie didn't say anything in response. Only nodding and humming to his words. She didn't know his name and although she knew she shouldn't be following him, the fact that he had just saved her made her to.“By the way, my lady, what do I call you?” He asked suddenly, forcing Ivorie to open her mouth finally.But she closed it quickly. She couldn't mention her real name, she mustn't. Especially if she hoped to head back to the castle in one piece. The attempted assault back at the castle was still fresh in her memory and she wouldn't allow it to repeat itself. Not in this open area.“I…you can call me Lena.” She answered after a prolonged silence, hoping it sounded real enough.Fortunately, the man didn't shoot her a perplexed look.“Well, Lena, my name is Otto. I work at Raven bank.” He introduced himself.Raven bank was one of the four banks