“Brennan!” Regan bellowed as he halted in front of the warriors' quarters. Brennan, clad in his black undervest, rushed out and saluted before his Alpha.“Alpha.”“Gather your squad, I want you to find me the foreign witch.” Regan ordered sternly, his mind buzzing with rage.“You mean Liliana, Alpha?” Brennan asked.“I don't care whatever her name is, just find her. And I want you to begin with the watchtower. Go now!” He roared and Brennan immediately disappeared from his front.He waited on the spot as he watched the warriors rally themselves up and march out of the castle.His mind was calculating. If his theory of Liliana working with Nick in planning something evil was correct, he needed to know where they would be. They could have fled the pack for all he knew.He stomped back into the castle main block, straight into his throne room.He ignored the greetings of the guards there and sat on his high throne.‘Bring those two Watchmen to the throne room this instant.’ He ordered a
Ivorie carefully twisted the threads into each other with her crocheting stick. She was seated on a chair in her chamber, doing what she did best whenever she felt down – stitching.She had refused Grace's offer to help her prepare a small meal. She wasn't hungry, she didn't feel like eating anything at all. She just wanted to stitch.She heard the door of her room click slightly and she raised her head. But meeting Regan's face made her face her fabric again.Regan released a heavy sigh. He walked in and shut the door carefully.Even he could sense the tension in the air as he stepped in. To him, Ivorie was obviously still upset at what she had seen him do.“You're still maintained on stitching.” He remarked as he sat on another chair a few feet away from her.Ivorie didn't respond.“Ivorie.” Regan called. “What I did to that watchman…”“You had to do it, I know.” Ivorie cut him off between his words.Regan tilted his head with a quizzical gaze.Ivorie sighed and laid aside her stitc
Nicholas peeked his head out of the side of the carriage, gazing up at the sky. It was bearing a dim blue hue, meaning it was early dawn. His gaze swept out around their vicinity, and he saw the trees and shrubs ladened on the floor.Sighing heavily, he retreated back into the carriage.“You should keep your face hidden, we are nearing the Moonbeam territory.” Blood Grove said from outside the carriage. He was the one riding the horses, commandeering the carriage’s movement and direction.“We have been riding all night, I do not remember Moonbeam pack to be so far in distance from Cresthowl. And if we are nearing Moonbeam territory, why are we still surrounded by thick forest trees?” Nick asked with dissatisfaction clear in his tone.“You are surely an impatient one Commander.” Blood Grove remarked as the carriage moved over a bumpy road, shaking the carriage and thus, making sleeping Kiya moan softly.Nick patted her head gently, bringing her back to sleep.“That doesn't answer my qu
“Alpha Johan, these are your guests.” Beta Jordan announced as he stood aside.Nick's eyes narrowed on the chubby man before them with a curious gaze. Even as the commander of his pack Watchmen, he hadn't set his eyes on the Alpha of Moonbeam pack before.Kiya, on the other hand, was expressionless. She didn't know how to react in front of him. If she should act respectfully before him or be as stern as Nick was, she had no idea.But since she was there with Nick, she might as well just follow his lead.“Alpha Johan,” Nick acknowledged, still with a curious frown.“Ahh, you must be Commander Nicholas. I have heard so much about you.” He faced Kiya with the same cheeky smile, “And you're Lady Kiyalera,”“Princess, Alpha.” Beta Jordan instantly corrected.“Hmm,” Alpha Johan hummed but didn't correct himself.“Well, let us get straight to the reason you are here, shall we?” He said as he shifted on his seat. He pointed at the chairs opposite him.Nick and Kiya took the indication and sat
Ivorie's eyes snapped open to the loud banging of her door. With peachy eyes, she glared at the door with deep contempt. Groaning in frustration, she managed to lift her back off the bed even though every nerve in her system screamed against that. All she wanted to do was to just sleep.“Who is it?” She barked at the knocker, not bothering to hide her anger. Whoever it was must know how displeased she was.The door cracked open and a guard peeked through. It was Brennan.“Luna, forgive me…”“What is it? I do not need your apologies!” She cut him of curtly, still scowling like a disrespected peacock.Brennan swallowed hard before going straight to the point, “The warriors that were sent to the Blackwood pack have returned, Luna.” He said.“And?” She said, almost groaning again. Three weeks had passed and Nick and Liliana – the witch – had not been found. It was now up to her to find them and bring them to justice.It would have been easy if Regan was there with her. But with the long a
Three weeks ago…“Come on, it's getting dark, we should leave now.” Nick pointed out as he stood up from a chair that he was sitting on in the room offered to him and Kiya by Alpha Johan.He went on to grab his dagger and as he sheathed it, he glanced at Kiya who was still seated on the bed.He furrowed his brows and walked to her, looking worried.“What is it, love?” He asked softly, taking a seat next to her and stroking her hair gently.Kiya had an extremely worried look on her face as she gazed back at Nick. “I–I don't know…I just feel like…we shouldn't put our faith in him.” She finally divulged what was bothering her.Nick released a long sigh and shifted closer to her. “We already went over this several times, if he shows any sign of an ulterior motive…”“...we will cut ties with him immediately. I know, but what if he doesn't show any sign? What if he has an ulterior motive even right now? How are we sure we can trust him?” She asked worriedly.Nick lowered his head, sighing d
A jolt of pain struck the back of Ivorie's head as soon as she regained consciousness. A low groan escaped her lips as she tried to concentrate on chasing away the pain.Her eyes soon parted slowly, squinting at the load of sudden light that fell into her eyes.Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. She couldn't remember what had happened before she blacked out. The first person her eyes landed on was Shaerah who was standing close to her.“Shaerah what…”“It's okay, Luna, you should still relax.” The head healer said, motioning for Ivorie to relax.“What happened?” Immediately Ivorie asked that question, her memories began to rain in. She remembered how she got to the infirmary and what brought her there. She remembered how she lost consciousness also.“Where's Estan?” She asked as her gaze swept around only for her to see a bunch of people standing silently by the door.She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What is going on?” She asked softly.A sense of cautiousness
“Luna?” Shaerah called Ivorie but the latter didn't hear her. She was lost in her own thoughts. Her jaw rested on her fists as the thought of her unexpected pregnancy filled her mind.It was only at that moment that she realised that neither herself nor Regan had taken prevention herbs before their sexual escapades. Apparently, they had been so lost in the bliss of the act to even think of any consequences.Consequences? It shouldn't be a consequence. Having a child, a male child, should be great news to her. A new source of happiness for her. She had conceived an heir for the Alpha of the pack. The future Alpha was lying in her womb. Yet, she still felt this hollow feeling in her gut.“Luna.” Shaerah called for the umpteenth time in a louder voice, successfully bringing Ivorie out of her thoughts.“Forgive me, Luna. Are you certain you are fine?” Shaerah asked in a tone of concern.Ivorie feigned a smile before nodding, “Of course.” She muttered.Shaerah sighed, she had tried her bes