“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
Surprisingly, even to Ivorie, no one, including the guards, stopped her as she walked stealthily through the corridors and alleys.She didn't take that as an advantage and still kept her stealth, walking along the walls like she could blend with it.There was a handful of courage in her that evening, one she didn't possess before. It was what made her bold enough to leave the safety of her castle.Getting out of the castle walls was easy, but as soon as she stepped into the compound, she realised it wouldn't be easy to get past the gates with all the guards stationed there.Still, she strode calmly towards them. At first, it seemed none of them were going to stop her and just let her walk past. But beneath her veil, she could see a particular tall guard eyeing her with the corners of his eye. His eyes darted on and off her like he was trying to decide if he should stop her or not. Ivorie hoped not.But to her disadvantage, “Hey, stop,” the guard called, waving his hand at her.She cur
“Those people can be very cruel at times,” the man who had rescued her from the steak seller said while they both walked along a narrow alley.Ivorie didn't say anything in response. Only nodding and humming to his words. She didn't know his name and although she knew she shouldn't be following him, the fact that he had just saved her made her to.“By the way, my lady, what do I call you?” He asked suddenly, forcing Ivorie to open her mouth finally.But she closed it quickly. She couldn't mention her real name, she mustn't. Especially if she hoped to head back to the castle in one piece. The attempted assault back at the castle was still fresh in her memory and she wouldn't allow it to repeat itself. Not in this open area.“I…you can call me Lena.” She answered after a prolonged silence, hoping it sounded real enough.Fortunately, the man didn't shoot her a perplexed look.“Well, Lena, my name is Otto. I work at Raven bank.” He introduced himself.Raven bank was one of the four banks
Ivorie struggled with her assailant’s tight grip but to no avail. They were too strong and no amount of thrashing and yanking she did was enough to break them.Her vision was suddenly covered, bringing her to total darkness as something was wrapped over her head. Before she knew it, she felt herself being lifted off the ground.As the hand was removed from her face during this time, she had time to scream. “Help! Let go of me! How dare you lay your filthy…” but strong hands quickly wrapped around her lips again, muffling her screams.Her legs were held together and so were her arms. It was obviously two people kidnapping her.Her heart banged against her ribcage in a frenzied mode, threatening to burst her bones open. She was fear ridden, many terrible thoughts raced through her mind at the repercussions of sneaking out of the castle alone.Tears began to fall from her eyes. Was this how she was going to die? Was this the end for her? All the hopes for a better future for her were go