“Is that enough, Luna?” Asked Grace immediately she placed a tray of food on the stool in front of Ivorie.“Yes, it is. Thank you.” Ivorie answered. She had already shed off her evening dress. She was now clad in a pale green shift gown for the night.“Is everything alright, Luna?” Grace asked, seeing that Ivorie hadn't begun eating.The latter exhaled, sitting upright. “I'm fine,” she said with a faint smile.“I'm just thinking about what has been happening lately,” she said, her voice low and thoughtful. Grace listened to her attentively.“There's this feeling that something dangerous is coming and I can't shake it off.” She said, gesturing with her hands.Grace shrugged, “I’m sure the Moon Goddess will protect you Luna.” She said assuredly.Ivorie's shoulders slumped, “I hope so.” She sighed, resting her jaw in her palm.“Now you need to eat and sleep, there might be more Luna work for you tomorrow.” Grace said.Ivorie nodded, “You're right, thank you, Grace.” She said gratefully.
“That is impossible!” Regan's voice rang out immediately the maid spoke.“I’ll advise that we listen to what the maid has to say, Alpha.” Elder Callen suggested. Regan sighed.“You may continue.”“It was late in the evening, all…of the guests had gone to their chambers…I…I was returning from the warriors’ quarters…where… where I went to…to deliver fo…food. T…that's when I saw her…” the maid stuttered fearfully, fiddling with her fingers.“So?” Regan waved his hands, “she could be heading anywhere!” He protested.“I saw her going into the guests' block, Alpha.” The maid argued subtly.Regan gritted his teeth.“Her mother is in the guests' block!” Regan protested again, trying really hard to defend Ivorie here. To him, it was totally impossible for her to take someone’s life.“Then let's ask her mother if she was with her the previous night.” One of the Elders suggested, the others nodded but Regan rolled his eyes.“Beta Estan can mindlink the guard assigned to her chamber.” The elder s
“We have to find out who really did it, Alpha, because I know she can't be the one.” Estan said, pacing around the now empty courtroom.Regan was seated at the other side of the table, looking at the open sky through the wide windows.He was deep in thought. A conflict within him about Ivorie being detained.He knew within himself that she wasn't the actual culprit but the question was, did he really want to help her out of the situation?“Alpha? Alpha!” Estan snapped him out of his trance. Regan shifted on his seat and turned to face his Beta.“Why didn't you say anything to stop the Elders?” He asked with arched brows.Regan released a deep breath, “I don't know if I want to.” He drawled softly.Estan's eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion.“You're not sure? She's your Luna and she surely wasn't the real culprit!” Estan remarked still in daze of how his Alpha was acting.“I know,” Regan said, all this while, his head was lowered, “but do you remember what my initial intention
“Shadowland pack won't stop sending letters requesting for their Alpha.” Elder Callen stated as he took his seat opposite Regan. “They're beginning to add threats.” He added, narrowing his eyes at Regan. “Well, we can't just tell them their Alpha is dead!” Regan bursted out. Elder Callen shrugged. Regan hummed thoughtfully, before saying, “Just send a letter in Alpha Silas' name.” He said with a wave of his hand. “What…should I write?” Asked Elder Callen. Regan sighed, “Just tell them he wants to stay a few more weeks to help our pack out in some business.” He said. Elder Callen nodded slowly. “What?” Asked Regan with an arched brow. “Nothing,” Elder Callen shrugged, “I'll get to it, Alpha.” And with that, he was up to his feet and out of Regan's office. The latter released a deep breath as soon as the Elder stepped out. The letters and complaints from Alpha Silas' pack were already getting too much for him to bear. He had other important things to attend to and a guest’s su
“What do you want?” Regan asked, his voice oozing irritation.Jenna grinned, walking stylishly around the table to him. She did justice in hiding the cleavage that was peeking out from the top of her dress.“Alpha, I have to admit you seem broody.” She said in a pitchy tone.Regan rolled his eyes, sipping his wine.Jenna sat on the table in front of him. “Tell me Alpha, what is bothering you? You know I'm always here if you need anything.” She asked seductively.Regan gazed at her blankly. He then shook his head and clicked his tongue.“Why are you just so pathetic?” He asked suddenly.Jenna’s eyes dilated momentarily, taken aback by his question.“You are just so hopeless and shameless.” He continued.“If you want to gain my attention, I have to tell you, this is absolutely not the way.” He said, gesturing to her dress.Jenna swallowed nervously but cocked her head up defiantly.“I am not being shameless. I just care about you.” She said.Regan sprang to his feet abruptly, earning a
“Three thousand crates of beverages should go to the public market, seven hundred can be shared amongst the nobles and five hundred to the royal stores.” Jenna said to the men before her, who were busy jolting down what she was saying.They were in the Duchess' private office.“Duchess, it is actually recorded here that there are only three thousand crates of beverages shipped this season.” One of them pointed out.Jenna's eyes widened a bit and she sighed, resting unto her chair.After thinking for a while, she said, “Then let two thousand and five hundred go to the public market, the remaining can be shared amongst the nobles and royals.” She said and the men nodded while jolting.“What about the tubers, were any shipped in?” She asked, crossing her leg over the other.The men shook their heads. “No, Duchess.” They answered.She sighed deeply again. There was apparently a shortage in food supply this season.“Well…” she was about to continue when the men’s gazes moved behind her and
Estan's footsteps echoed softly in the hallway as he hastily made his way down the stairway.He was on his way to the Archives as he thought he needed to uncover the truth behind Jenna's words. He didn't quite believe her about her being in the Archives at the time of Alpha Silas' murder. As a matter of fact, he would prefer to believe that she was just sneaking out of the late Alpha's chambers that night rather than what she said.He didn't despise her. He only despised the fact that she was in love with his Alpha and wouldn't seem to stop at nothing to get his attention and love back.As long as Regan doesn't want her, he would also do everything in his power to make sure her plans fail.He was now walking with long aggressive strides along the upper floor hallway. He ignored the greetings of the few guards that greeted him. Not until he snapped out of his thoughts and waved at a particular guard.He paused in his tracks as soon as he did that. Then he turned back.“Martin, is it?”
“Mother!” Ivorie nearly screamed as she sprang up to her feet and lunged herself into her mother. They locked themselves in a tight embrace.“Oh…my priceless jewel.” The older woman groaned.She squeezed her daughter into her embrace, holding her like she wouldn't let her go ever again. Ivorie, for the first time in a long time, felt protected. She was finally in the embrace of someone she could confide in, someone who understood her.She has been independent and strong on her own, standing firm and keeping her ground. All those resolve seemed to suddenly dissolved in her mother's arms. All the toughness, the wit, they all broke down into torrents of tears welling from her eyes.“Mother…” she cried, “I didn't do it…” “I know…I know…” Luna Ivy said, patting and rubbing her back.“You would never do such a thing, you are my little white rose. You would never do such evil.” She said assuredly.That seemed to calm Ivorie down a bit as she stopped sobbing.“Quick, I don't have much time.