“What is she doing here?”Her eyes dilated as she watched the duchess in awe. This was so daunting to her, her eyes held shock in them.But she was also curious, “What is this Duchess doing in our bedroom?” She asked herself again, inaudibly.The Duchess, Jenna, glanced around, her head pivoting left and right. She was apparently checking if there was anyone there. Ivorie was forced to retreat backwards into the dark passage.She peeped again and saw Jenna snuck towards the closet. There was nothing in her hands, so Ivorie couldn't guess that she wanted to put something there. ‘Then, what is she going to do?” She asked herself in thought as she watched Jenna keenly.Jenna finally disappeared into the closet and Ivorie's head instantly began to do a countdown. “I'm going to wait for her to come out,” She whispered decisively. “I have to see what she's up to, but if I come out now, she’ll suspect where I came from. And the last thing I want is for her to discover my new secret passage
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
An hour had passed and Ivorie was still locked up in the room, pacing to and fro in worry. Yes, she was worried about her husband, Regan, but she tried not to admit it.She bit her finger nervously as trains of thoughts raced through her mind. What exactly made Regan so agitated like that? From the way his expression changed suddenly in the garden, she guessed he had been informed about a danger through mindlink.She groaned and slammed her ass on the bed. She couldn't mindlink and that pissed her off. If only she had a wolf…she wouldn't even have to be kept in the dark like this, she could easily mindlink Estan or someone else in the pack about what was going on.As she sat on the bed thinking, she hoped Regan returned soon and got her out of there. She really didn't like being alone.Minutes ran by and there was still no sign of Regan or anyone else. Everywhere was silent, it was as if they had all vanished to where something possibly was going on, leaving her behind.She groaned an
“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
With small strides, she got to him, standing next to him and facing his side.She was dangerously standing close to him, the heat from their bodies colliding between them.Regan turned to her, looking down into her eyes. Their bond was thickening and Regan's wolf was the only one there to bear its weight. It was hurting him the way he resists, his wolf needed her, to claim her, to make her his.Boris' emotion overcame him as he reached for her.Ivorie felt cold shivers skitter down her thin spine as Regan's hand touched her face. He caressed his thumb on her cheek without breaking eye contact.His eyes might be terrifying to everyone but they weren't to her. The double colours were captivating and she was captivated by them.His touch was surprisingly soft, she could feel every inch of its roughness on her face. It only announced more how war-like he was.She gulped, unable to push words out of her mouth. What was this man doing to her? She was supposed to hate him, he was supposed to
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's stomach dropped. Her eyes widened in utmost shock.She refused to raise her head to look at Regan as she knew he would surely be smirking at her for his achievement. He was always cocky to her.But she couldn't help it, she swung her head up and faced him, cursing herself as she did.But Regan wasn't smirking at her, he wasn’t even looking at her at all. Instead, his killing-intent-filled glare was glued on the maid. The latter was shivering under his gaze.He was just as angry as she was at her. Okay…maybe more than she was, but at least he didn't have the time to smirk at her. “Bu…but why would you do that?” She asked, still shocked.“The question is, who sent you,” Regan cut her off. His gaze not moving from the maid, he glared at her as if she would pounce off if he didn't.Shuddering, “N…no one…Alpha…” she stammered.Ivorie watched as Regan's hands balled up, veins protruding from his skin.“Liar!” He growled.But Ivorie knew she wasn't lying, she couldn't. Not under he
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