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
"What is this one for?" Ivorie asked as she sat up on the bed. Shahera was holding a bowl of jelly liquid in front of her. She had told her that she would be using it to rub her skin from now on."It's for your skin, Luna. It will help with the...patches." she said, a bit shyly. She didn't want to mention the word that obviously gets the Luna so riled up.Ivorie nodded, facing her. She collected the bowl and looked into it. She dipped a finger into it and felt its texture. It was slimy and jelly. She had a disgusted look on her face."It may look that way, Luna, but it's good. I concocted it myself." Shahera said in an attempt to wash away Ivorie's worries and doubts."You do remember that this is a spell and not a physical wound." She said, gesturing to her arms and legs. She gave the healer an incredulous look.Shahera nodded with confidence, "I know. The herbs possess significant magical properties. They were amongst the herbs used to perform the ritual that got you revived." She
“Wife,” Regan called as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind. He glanced at Grace and the handmaid bowed to Ivorie before scurrying out of the room.He walked over to his closet, changing into a loose cloth as he wasn't going anywhere. He had finished training with some recruits and had taken a fresh shower.“How do you feel?” He asked Ivorie and the latter only glared at him. She wasn't going to speak to him.Regan hummed as he took a seat near her. Ivorie shifted on the bed, cursing under breath as a small pain tugged her hips.“I'm not going to eat you, you know.” Regan said in an amused tone.“No, but I can't assure myself that you won't lock me up again!” Ivorie retorted in a sharp tone. Shit! She cursed in her mind. She had spoken to him.“But you can. I give you my word, I won't lock you up again.” He said, placing his right hand on his left chest.Ivorie scoffed. Like she could take his word for it. He was a ruthless beast whose words mean nothing to him even.Sh
Ivorie's brows creased in anger. “And why would I do that?” She asked. She didn't take his words seriously when he told her earlier but it seemed he was serious about it.Why did he want to have breakfast with her? When she first arrived, he didn't want to be anywhere around her. He even slept in a different room just to be away from her. Why was he suddenly being so clingy? She wished things would return to how they were before she was locked up.“Why is he disturbing me? After locking me up in a plagued dungeon, he wants to kill me with frustration.” She said, facing Jenna.The latter smiled, “I would advise that you eat with him. I’ve known the Alpha for quite a while and I know when he is serious. If he says you won't eat unless you eat with him, you won't taste food, Luna.” The Duchess explained.Ivorie noticed how Jenna's cheeks flushed when she said she had known him for quite a while. For a moment she wondered if…never mind.“Okay, if he wants me to eat with him, I'll go.” She
Ivorie's breath became erratic, even though she tried so much to control it. Regan chuckled immediately, releasing her face from his grip.“But don't worry, princess,” he said as he walked towards the shelf in the room. “I don't plan on using the information against you.” He stated.Ivorie's brows thinned together into a frown. “I don't care whatever you use the information for. I'm not afraid of you!” She growled.Regan began to laugh mildly, making Ivorie's eyes widen. That should be the first time she had ever heard his laughter, a genuine one. The way his thick husky voice cackled was…just nice.Turning around abruptly, Regan asked, “Are you done eating?”Ivorie blinked at him before answering his question with a nod.“Good, I want to show you something.” He said. “Aren't you going to eat?” That question had left her mouth before she realized that she hated him. She wasn't supposed to ask if he wanted to eat or not. He might as well just starve himself to death, it would be good
“Luna!” The guard shouted as he rushed into the room. He went to Ivorie first and grabbed her arm, helping her up.Ivorie, still dazed about what was happening, gazed at the burning bed in awe.“I need to get you out of this place, Luna. I’ll have my colleagues check it out.” The guard said in a tone of urgency.As he pulled Ivorie along, she followed him reluctantly. He took her out of the room and down the corridor.“Wha…what was that?” Ivorie asked as she half ran down the hall with the guard, Grace was also tagging along.“I have no idea, Luna. We need to inform the Alpha about this.” The guard said as they took a turn that led to Regan's room. As they arrived, the guard knocked once and opened the door. “Alpha!” He called but there was no answer. Ivorie also looked around the room but didn't see Regan.“He must have left!” She said. The pain that she still felt had temporarily been forgotten as agitation and shock were the only things that consumed her mind.“I’ll check the cour
Her body became hyper aware of her situation and it was reacting in ways she didn't want. She didn't even notice when she leaned closer to Regan.The spell that bound them together was so strong, their minds intoxicated by each others’ scents.Boris became super excited and Regan could feel how much he longed for his mate. Knowing that if he pave ways for Boris to take control of him, he'll definitely regret his next actions, Regan's eyes turned cold, switching from the warmth and care they carried before. He leaned backward and removed his hands from Ivorie, while Boris growled in anger and emptiness.Ivorie frowned. She allowed herself to get carried away. He had been the one to back away and that would make it look like she wanted him. I don't want him! She growled in her mind.“I still haven't used my medicines.” She muttered, trying to break the spell that seemed to still linger around them.Nodding, Regan said, “I’ll have the maid bring them.”“No,” Ivorie objected. “I can take