CHAPTER 3

THE EERIE SILENCE enveloped the inside of the imperial carriage- with only stares fixated at the window of the moving figure.

'Expect me at your quarters tonight, Lady Yseah.'

Those lines that kept on playing into Yseah's mind, left a lingering feeling at her whole body. Her wolf would howl as her body seemed to be electrified of a sultry lust with boundless pleasures. Her mind is in the state of havoc just reminiscing the ushered words that escaped into Ruvillous' staid lips.

But heck Mildred!! What do you think you're thinking of making love with the murderer! You're more than a psycho!

Yseah squirmmed at her seat in secrecry- trying not to look like a lunatic at her handmaiden's perspective who sat just across her.

She wants to messed up her meticulously tied hair in vexation, just to pent out her anger at her own wolf who only thinks of her bastard mate's dick.

It makes me want to strangle you to death, Mildred.

"Try then. You'll also die."

This Bitch-

"Your Ladyship."

The telepathic argument that seemed to play a soliloquy theater, closed it's curtains when the congenial voice of Sera was heard.

"Yes?" asked Yseah swerving her head at the woman sitting before her.

"Are you feeling unwell? Your complexion is pale. We can let the coachman turn back the carriage if you're feeling under the weather." stated Sera, where her eyes wavered in distress for her master.

"I'm just fine, Sera. I am just a bit... agitated, that's why." Yseah responded.

Sera nod off the explicit lie. One would also felt anxious if a she-wolf who had most of her time, crept inside the palace chambers- whom also do not actively participate into occasional gathering by the noble ladies of diverse packs.

"Once we get to Countess Erikka's boutique and jewelry store, please feel free to choose your dresses and jewels. Do not hesitate to buy all what you need since the payment will be tab under Emperor Alpha Jacques' name." claimed Sera as she warmly smile at the end of her statement.

Nodding her head at her handmaiden, Yseah slightly curled up one's lips. Sera did not spoke anymore for she was already adept to her Lady's silent demeanor. She's already aware that behind those unwavered eyes of lilac, lies a void that someone like her could not enter freely.

A SMALL SHOP stood before an extensive list of aristocratic ladies of diverse pack. Erikka's boutique and bijouterie is the most eminent vogue emporium in the first nation- well known by nobles of different tiers.

"Oh my goodness! Does my eyes deceive us? Is that her highness the crown princess?"

"Something must have happened good with her and the crown prince since she finally went out her den."

"Shh.. that's taboo. Stop talking loudly if you want to remain alive in longer blue moons."

The busy buzzing bees in nobility. It was always in such system. Wolven men and women may have distinctions at their own limits but one thing that clauses both is the stipulation of being a keen quidnanc. The power of gossip portals are impeccably amusing when it comes to bringing your enemy to downfall.

The Elodnia Empire has two pack house; namely the Elodnia Pack and the Artemis Pack. The Elodnia Pack is ruled by the Emperor Alpha of the empire while the second pack house is the subordinate pack of nouveau riche werewolves- ranging from the title holders of a viscount and a baron. The two houses will be lead by a subordinate Alpha but sitting in such position holds too much pressure since competition is highly aggressive. Nonetheless, mostly trouble are always caused in cases of promoting a subodinate Alpha that is why a duel is held between the candidates. A duel of strength of their wolf.

Such crazy mutts just for power.

Yseah claimed at her thought when her feet stand at the threshold of the store. The bees were still buzzing but Yseah fell into deaf ears with their twaddle remarks.

The door of the vogue emporium then rang the bell. The extensive line earlier paved for Yseah and a woman with hazel-locks braided into a messy bun welcomed her presence.

"Omo! It's you your highness Luna. Greetings to the star of Elodnia. Please come in. You might be weary from standing." The Countess stated as she gestured her hand inside her emporium. The ladies falling in line outside of the store rant their mouths as they furrowed their lips and pouted in annoyance because of the obvious bias on social ranks.

Swerving their heads towards the newcomer of the store, they immediately perk up in squirm as their ruby eyes that substantiate of the vieux riche Elodnia Pack were gleaming as they stare at their Luna.

"Greetings to her highness Luna of the Elodnia Empire."

Those lines were chanted by the lips of the noble ladies of the first pack- all in accordance with the fastidious etiquette of curtsy.

As for Yseah's anticipation of their greetings, she just nod off her head at them as she wander her lilac gaze at the dresses and jewels that were exhibited with grandeur for every visiting shopper.

"Do you have any particular dress that you want to purchase, your highness?" The countess asked as she leaned closer for hearing her tangible choice of dress.

"I'm not looking for any particular. I'll just let you know if something catches my eyes." Yseah stated nonchalantly that earned cold gazes from the ladies that surround her.

"I-I see. Then feel free to wander around your highness." the countess stuttered as she steps inward the circle of the noble ladies who had their faces covered midway because of the cotton fans.

"I'm pretty sure they're muttering coarse tattles behind their fans, Yseah. Let me shift so that I can teach them a lesson. " Mildred spoke, raring of vexation. Yseah just rolled her lilac orbs finding her wolf aggressive in the most petty reason.

'Calm down, Mildred. Don't spoil the main course. Let them made the first move.' Yseah responded telepathy.

"A pleasure to meet you again, your highness Luna." A woman in golden ringlets approach Yseah, as she anticipated. Her pair of phoenix ruby eyes were keen as a bodkin as she hides the cunning smirk behind her preposterously cotton fan.

"Oh my. Is it perhaps her highness Luna, have forgotten about me that she cannot great me back? Is that supposed to be an attitude you have adepted with at your old grounds?"

Yseah felt her blood finally boiled after being kept at a heated ambience. She clenches her jaw as the name of the wolven maiden recalled into her mind. She then plastered her crooked smile as words escaped her red lips.

"My goodness, how am I able not to forget the one I replaced as luna of this conspicuous wolven nation. Aren't I correct, Lady Winters?"