“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.
Regan sighed deeply as he alighted from the carriage that had brought him to the southern border of the pack. This was where the warriors sent by Alpha Jared had landed at. He was only here to assess and mark them so they could officially become Cresthowl pack warriors.No werewolf is welcomed into a pack unless he is from that particular pack. And if he isn't, he has to be marked as a member of that pack otherwise, he would be recognized as a trespasser.As Regan strode towards the contingent building of the southern warriors, his mind flashed to when he was just coming here.When he was in his carriage, he had a glimpse of the talked about hardship of the pack members. He had seen the suffering they were going through as the carriage rode through the streets.Beggars were littered at every junction, both old and young. The markets were close to empty. They were a total contrast to what he remembered of them the last time he was there, which was when he was so young and still a pri
Regan's boot sank into the ground as he landed from his carriage. He ignored the greetings of the castle workers blatantly as he stomped towards the main building. It was written all over his manner of walking that he was here for straight business.The guards at the entrance of the castle main building were smart enough to open the door as soon as their eyes landed on their Alpha stomping towards them.Even as they bowed to greet him and he ignored them, they left their heads that way until they were sure he had gone past them a good distance.“Alpha!” Estan called from the stairway as he descended hurriedly. That was the only time Regan slowed his tracks.“Where's my Luna?” He asked in a gruff voice as his Beta got to him.Estan's eyes darted around before answering, “What's going on?” He asked confusedly.“I want the Luna out of the dungeon and taken care of this instant, Beta!” Regan growled, making Estan stand upright.“Yes, Alpha!” He answered and dashed off.He lowered his head
“Alpha…I would like to apologise on behalf of my fellow Elder. Er…what he did was…” Elder Callen's words were cut off by Regan.“He committed a despicable crime, Elder, he would pay for it. There's nothing, not even your plea, that can save him from that.” Regan said dismissively. He was apparently still in rage.Who wouldn't be? This was an utter betrayal. A treasonous act of the highest order. He had been stabbed in the back by his own subjects, people he had thought he could trust in running the pack with.“I know, Alpha. I…I just want you not to act based on your rage. You need to punish him according to the laid down law so the people will not see you as a wicked Alpha.” Elder Callen said softly.Regan gazed at him longingly. For a moment, he thought if he would also betray him. He doubted that.There were some people whose loyalty weren't questionable and waverable. One of those people was Elder Callen. He had served Regan's father till his last breath and still continued his se