Alpha Regan's Wolfless Luna

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

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,

Ivorie didn't know where to go in this magnificent maze of a castle. She just followed Regan anywhere he went. Both of them were greeted by a bunch of nobles. Ivorie, who didn't know them or how to address them, only smiled and said “thank you,” to them. One question was bothering her mind now that no one came their way to greet them anymore. Where would she sleep? Was she going to be given a room of her own or were they going to share one? She hoped it wasn't the latter and even doubted it since Regan had said it himself; their marriage was just a political move. But Regan didn't say anything as she just followed him up the stairs. She didn't pay attention to the guards that were with them. Soon, they arrived in front of the door. Regan faced her. “This is..our room.” He said with pursed lips. Ivorie raised a brow, “Our?” and asked. Folding his arms, cocking his head at her, “You're no more in your father's castle to get a room to yourself. Not that there aren't enough here, bu

“This has to be worth my time, Estan.” a gruff voice said in an unfriendly tone. It wasn't that late in the night but Ivorie was already laying on her bed, sound asleep. The event of the day had taken its toll on her. It was perhaps the most stressful thing she had ever experienced in her life. So she needed to sleep. At least she was trying to. These noise she has been hearing weren't making it possible for her. She kept rolling from one edge of the massive bed to another. She groaned in dissatisfaction before her eyes snapped open. She sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking out the window to ascertain what time of the day it was. It was still dark, meaning everyone should be asleep and everywhere should be silent. But it wasn't. She was suddenly able to hear the noise properly, it was a voice or two perhaps. She couldn't quite ascertain. So she stood up from the bed, her bare feet tiptoeing to the top-to-bottom window. As she got closer, the voices were getting more aud

Regan walked down the hall, heading to the Archives. He wanted to find out why his wife didn't have a wolf. She was the first born daughter of an Alpha, making her an Alpha female, yet is weak and wolfless like an omega. While male werewolves born into the royal line like himself are Alphas, females are known as Lunas. Other noble werewolves with almost powerful wolves as the Alpha's are called Beta. The Gamma's come next and they are mostly warrior,s although some betas are also warriors and some gammas are nobles too. The weakest set of them is the omegas. They neither have wolves nor scents, they are just there, like regular humans. The only thing that diversified them from humans is the fact that they are born of werewolf bloodline. As he walked towards the Archives, Regan couldn't help but be a bit afraid. Because the only explanation to Ivorie's predicament was that she was an omega. Thinking about it alone made him scoff. He was mated to a total weakling. He entered the Ar