Chapter nine; A little conversation.

The way he was gazing at her, the way his eyes narrowed. It seemed like it was filled with suspicion. It made her heart race.

‘Did he really catch me peeping last night?’ she asked herself in thought.

‘Is he here to yell at me?’

She was undoubtedly afraid of him. He may be her husband now and she was currently dwelling in his castle and sleeping in his chambers, those won't make her forget who he truly was. He is still the Dreaded Warlord. And his actions, at this moment, were unpredictable.

Regan gave a disgusted glance at her stitching fabric. “What are you doing?” He asked.

Ivorie glanced at her fabric and back at him.

“I'm s…stitching.” She mumbled.

“Why?” Regan raised his brows. “I could have the best weavers in the pack do that for you.” He said half boasting. Ivorie held herself from giggling.

“No, it's not for the profession that I do it, it's for the passion. I just love doing it.” She told him.

Regan raised his brows in confusion. ‘Was she raised on the streets?’ Regan wondered. How would his Luna be seen stitching? What would that portray him as?

“That is a pointless passion. You're a Luna now, don't do such!” Regan debated.

Ivorie's eyes widened with surprise. Why would he tell her not to stitch?

“What do you want me to do then?” She asked, dropping the fabric on her lap and folding her hands.

“I don't know, maybe supervise the maids at times, make sure taxes are paid accordingly. You know, things Lunas do!” He said, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

Ivorie sighed, putting the fabric aside.

Standing up she said, “Well, I have to take my bath first.”

“No, not now.” Regan said almost immediately.

“I need to ask you something.” He said, changing the topic instantly.

“What is that?” She asked, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

Regan found a table and leaned against it, folding his arms over his chest.

“What is your wolf’s name?” He asked. Although that wasn't what he wanted to find out, he didn't want it to be obvious.

Ivorie raised her eyebrows, “My wolf?” She asked.

“Yes, as my Luna, we need to know each other's wolf’s name. It's customary.” He said, obviously making it up but Ivorie didn't know that.

“Oh…” she exclaimed. Then her expression became sullen, “Well, I have no wolf.” She revealed.

“You don't?” Regan feigned surprise. He had only had a hunch but he wasn't sure.

“Is that bad?” She asked him, unsure of his reaction.

He feigned a smile at her. “Well, not really but it would have been more beneficial If you had one.” He said. Ivorie nodded.

Regan stood to leave. “And you don't need to do any of what I said earlier.” He said on his way out.

“Why?” Ivorie asked.

“Nothing, just don't.” He answered, slamming the door shut behind him.

Ivorie released a deep breath as soon as he left. He hadn't seen her peeping and she was glad.

But at the same time, she couldn't help but wonder because from the question he asked her and what she had overhead the previous night, it seemed they were talking about her. But what did he want to tell her?

She sighed and ruffled her hair. It was only a day into their marriage and he was already keeping secrets from her.

She pushed the thoughts aside and stood up to leave the room. She opened the door and was glad to see a guard there.

“Get me a maid.” She ordered him. He bowed respectfully and left to carry out her order.

A smile crept up her lips as it felt good to relay orders to others. Even as a princess that she grew up as, she didn't have that privilege because of her father.

Now, she was a Luna and she was going to live up to the rank. All the things her father had deprived her of while she grew up, she was free to do them now.

Maybe then, she wouldn't feel useless like her father had made her feel.

..

Regan stood in the balcony of the room he’d decided to sleep in. He watched as Ivorie and the gardener planted flowers and watered them.

He admired her beautiful dress and how her white beautiful hair billowed in the wind. The sound of her laughter was like music in his ears but he wouldn't admit that outwardly.

Her scent was still fresh and ever so strong in his nose, clouding his senses. He tried his best to control the strong urge to claim her. That was why he had decided he couldn't share a bed with her.

Estan walked to his side, also sighting the Luna.

“Do you plan on telling her yourself? About your mate bond.” The beta asked.

“I still haven't decided what I'm going to do with her,” the Alpha replied.

“But what I know is that she wasn't the planned one.” He said.

Estan faced him, confusion etched onto his face.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Think about it, why haven't we heard of Alpha Johan's first daughter before? We only know there were three of them and suddenly, on the day of my wedding, she just popped up.” He said, gesturing tensely.

“Well, I wouldn't jump to conclusions. If you’ve noticed, she is a very reclusive person, maybe she chose to keep a low profile, not to mention, we were enemies with her pack until your marriage with her.” Estan suggested.

“I just have this hunch…I am going to find out.”

“If you say so. You should tell her about your mate…”

“I won't!” Regan interrupted in an authoritative tone. He didn't want to talk about the mate bond as it kept hurting him that only him could feel it.

He wanted her to feel it too, so that rejecting her will be very painful and heartbreaking to her.

He had wanted to hurt her, but he couldn't control his anger as he was the one getting hurt instead. He angrily turned to leave.

He paused but didn't turn around. “If she likes the garden so much, give it to her. Also assign a maid to her immediately. She shouldn't do her planting by herself.” with that, he left the room.

The beta smirked as he left. ‘Such a stubborn Alpha ‘ he thought as he continued to watch Ivorie.