A growl escaped Regan's mouth and he grabbed Ivorie's neck instantly. He gazed down at her, his eyes dripping with callousness.“You white haired princess…” he hissed, ignoring how she tried to pull his hand off. “I could think of a thousand ways to punish you for your insolence.” He said in a threatening tone.Even though she was feeling discomfort from the way he was holding her neck, Ivorie glared at the Alpha coldly. She wasn't going to submit to him. She had submitted and done as she was told all her life, she wasn't going to continue like that with Regan.“And what would you do, Alpha?” She asked in a hissing tone. The coldness that dripped from her gaze clashed with Regan's enraged one.The Alpha was furious. Not only because of her act of disrespect at the courtroom but also for making him feel how he felt towards her. Yes, he blamed it on her. He blamed her for him not being able to think straight, he blamed her for him not being able to copulate with other women.“You want
Ivorie looked up at the small opening above the dungeon. A shrill wind blew into the cell, making her shudder as the cold enveloped her skin. She folded herself more into the corner she was crooked in.She may have grown up as a princess who wasn't given the best treatment, but she still wasn't used to this level of bad treatment. Yet she was determined not to bend. She didn't know how many days she had been there but by the rising and falling of the sun she had been seeing through the small opening, she guessed it may be three days.“Luna,” a voice called from outside the cell. It was the guard Regan had placed there to watch her.“Luna, please, you have to apologise to the Alpha, this place doesn't suit you.” The voice said.Shuddering, Ivorie voiced out weakly, “Ne…never,” she said defiantly, although weakly.For the past three days, she hadn't tasted food but that wouldn't make her break. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of submitting to him. If he got angry because
Jenna straightened herself as she saw the Alpha's mother. The older woman walked into the room, glaring at Jenna and her son with a mixture of anger and confusion.“What is the meaning of this, Regan?” She asked, glaring at Regan.The latter held himself from rolling his eyes.“Where is Ivorie?” Luna Rosina asked. Regan refused to respond.“And you. What in the name of the Moon Goddess are you doing here?” She asked, referring to Jenna.The Duchess opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.“Just get out!” Luna Rosina bellowed, causing Jenna to scurry out of the courtroom.“Mother please stop making a fuse out of nothing.” Regan said immediately Jenna walked out.“A fuse?” The former Luna flared. “You were being intimate with another woman in the courtroom and you say I’m making a fuse! What if you were seen by the council?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.Regan rolled his eyes, “What is the council going to do to me? Punish me? Impeach me?” He asked.Luna Rosina sighed,
Luna Rosina walked towards the infirmary early that morning, worry etched on her face. It has been three days since Ivorie had passed out, yet she hasn't regained consciousness, nor has she heard anything of Regan.She had been restless these past three days. She hadn't been able to have a good sleep. Sometimes, it was the maids that would urge her to have her rest whenever she remained in the infirmary late at night.Today again, as she paced down the hall to the infirmary, her heart thumped within her chest.“How is she?” She asked breathlessly as she barged into the infirmary. She knew she wouldn't get an answer from the healers that weren't inside the special room Ivorie was being treated. Nobody aside from herself, Shahera and the only healer that assisted her were allowed into the room.She went straight for Ivorie's room and almost bumped into Shahera who was coming out of the room.“How is she?” Luna Rosina asked in an anxious tone.“Still unconscious, Luna. In fact, I’m afrai
Regan and Estan smacked their horses, forcing the transport beasts to gallop faster.They hadn’t had the time to take a carriage as those ones would only make their travel slower. The witch healer sat behind Estan on his horse, holding him around the waist for support.Regan and Estan glanced at each other. Estan had a worrisome look on his face. ‘Do you think we can trust her?’ Estan asked through mindlink.‘I don't know, but we have no other option. However, if she tries anything funny on my Luna, I’ll have her head fed to the ravens!’ the Alpha replied as he slapped his horse again. His beast galloped faster, outrunning Estan's horse. They had to get back to Cresthowl pack as fast as possible if they meant to save Ivorie.****Late in the afternoon, Luna Rosina was sitting in the dining hall, food was being served before her but her mind was entirely somewhere else.She was thinking about Regan. Where had that stubborn child gone? This is the fourth day since he had rushed out of t
Regan marched through the castle gates as he handed his horse to a stable boy. He didn't need to tell Estan to pull the healer along with haste. Together, they entered the castle and went across it towards the stairs. The maids and servants jumped and ran on sighting their Alpha. Apparently, none of them had expected his arrival. Regan cared less about them and just continued to ascend the stairs. He would deal with them later. When he arrived at the third floor, he saw that the servants there were gathered in groups, discussing in what seemed like a grave tone. He glanced at them, wondering why they all had worrisome faces and looked at him with pity. A foreboding feeling engulfed him as he entered the corridor that led to the infirmary. He glanced at Estan as they neared the infirmary. When they got there, he didn't hesitate to throw the door open. His entry drew the attention of everyone in the infirmary at once. Their eyes flared on sighting him. “Where is she?” R
A wave of pain washed over Ivorie as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head was pounding frantically and her entire body throbbed with pain. She wanted to groan but her lips weren't moving. Confusion hit her as she wondered how she got to this position.All of a sudden, the wave of memories filled her mind and she remembered all that had happened in a flash. Her head ached the more, it was excruciatingly painful, like her skull was being shattered by a hatchet. She wanted to turn around in pain, hold her head and wail in pain but she couldn't. It was as though her entire body was on lockdown, unable to move a muscle.She couldn't even open her eyes. But she could hear some inaudible voices around her. People were there with her but who? Was she out of the dungeon already? Or has the devilish spell finally taken her life, plunging her into a world of forever darkness and silence?But yet she could still hear people talking. Maybe that cursed husband of hers had finally released he
Ivorie remained unable to move for the next three days. During those days, she didn't speak with the witch. She knew that she was being cleaned daily as she could begin to feel some parts of her body.Soon, the first part she discovered that she could move were eyelids. She opened her eyes one morning when she awoke. She was really eager to receive the ability of sight again as she had missed the image of people. That same day, she could also speak, it was like her mouth had been freed from a gag.She asked so many questions like who had come to carry her out of the dungeon. She felt dejected to be told that it was the beta. She didn't know why she wished in her heart that it was Regan. She reminded herself that she hated him now, he was her sole enemy in this castle and it was either she killed him first or she would be killed by him.Another day came and Ivorie woke up being able to move her limbs. Finally! Those were the parts that had proven stubborn since she regained consciousn