Guinevere, the beloved daughter of a powerful Alpha of Crimson howl pack, is ready to unite two strong packs through her marriage to her loving boyfriend Hayden Perez, the son of another powerful Alpha of the Moon Claw Pack. She has always been the perfect daughter, loved by her family and pack. As her wedding day approaches, everything seems perfect, but everything changes when Hayden's estranged stepbrother disguises himself as Hayden and takes his place at the altar. Reagan, once abandoned by his father, has formed his own pack and become a feared and powerful Alpha of the notorious shadow fang pack. Heartbroken and angry, Guinevere learns she is now bound to Reagan by ancient rituals. Forced to rule the pack with the man she despises, she vows to make him pay for ruining her life. Her anger grows when she discovers that Hayden had been cheating on her with her cousin, Shayla, and planned to reject her after the ceremony. As Guinevere's world falls apart, she becomes bitter and vengeful. But as she spends more time with Reagan, she begins to see a different side of him—a side that challenges her feelings and stirs something new in her heart. Stuck between a past full of betrayal and an uncertain future, Guinevere must choose whether to hold onto her pain or embrace a new love that might heal her broken heart.
View MoreGuinevere’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, forcing my breathing to remain steady.I willed myself to stay calm, to mask every bit of hesitation threatening to seep through. A simple smile that’s all it took. Just one convincing smile.But Reagan… he knew me too well.What if he saw through it?What if he realized that what I was about to say was a lie?No.I couldn't let that happen.If Reagan discovered that I knew about the solution, he would be pissed and knowing Reagan he could lock me up just to ensure I don’t live and Rya I couldn’t imagine how hurt he would be with her... I couldn't allow that.I took a deep breath, steadying myself.I won’t let that happen.When this was all over, I didn’t mind begging for his forgiveness. I’d take whatever consequences came my way as long as Reagan was safe, I’d be okay.The door creaked open, and then he walked in.A soft smile graced his lips as his deep blue eyes locked onto mine, making my breath hitch.“Andrea.”His v
Rya's POVThe stupid knot in my chest just wouldn’t go away.I clenched my jaw, pacing the room in restless frustration.I didn’t do anything wrong.Right?Guinevere had every right to know. As much as Reagan loved her, she wasn’t some fragile child. She could make her own decisions. She deserved that much.And it’s not like she was going to die or anything…I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair.“F*ck.”Why did things always have to be this way? Why did doing the right thing always feel so wrong?A sudden cough pulled me from my thoughts.I turned sharply, my heart lurching as I saw Otis sitting up in bed, his dark eyes bleary with confusion. His fingers pressed against his temple as if trying to steady his thoughts.Without hesitation, I grabbed the cup of water from the nightstand and handed it to him."Here, drink this."He took a slow sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. A moment passed before he exhaled and handed the cup back."Thanks."I nodded, keeping my
Guinevere's POVI shut the book with a sharp thud, the sound echoing through the empty library. A frustrated sigh left my lips as I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The library had practically become my second home ever since the meeting with the elders. Books upon books surrounded me, pages filled with knowledge, yet none of them held the answers I so desperately sought.And thankfully, Reagan wasn’t here.He had gone to a meeting on the south side, giving me a moment of solitude no forced smiles, no pretending that I was fine. Because I wasn’t.How could I be when the hex was still a looming threat?I worried for him, more than he probably realized. And yet, every time I looked into his eyes, all I saw was that same reassuring smile, that same determination to act like everything was okay. But I knew better.Deep down, he had to be terrified.Terrified that one day, the hex would take control. That he would do something unforgivable.I clenched my jaw and grabbed another
Rya POVAgain, I hit the ground, hard. The impact rattled through my bones, but I clenched my jaw, swallowing the frustration burning inside me."Damn it," I hissed, pushing myself up. My legs trembled slightly, but I steadied them, lifting my gaze to the werewolf standing before me."Again," I ordered, my voice sharp.He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "Rya, maybe we should—""Again!" I snapped, cutting him off.Reluctantly, he lunged at me. I blocked his strike, but he was faster this time—his foot connected with my legs, sweeping them from under me.I hit the ground with a thud, a sharp groan escaping my lips. My fingers dug into the dirt as the frustration clawed at my insides."Maybe we should take five," he suggested, his tone careful."No," I growled, pushing myself up once more. "Again.""Rya—""I said again!"I launched forward, tapping into my wolf speed. He barely had time to react before I struck, catching him off guard.But my mind wasn’t on the fight. My b
Guinevere's POVToday had been an overwhelming mess, a whirlwind of chaos that left my mind spinning. First, Reagan and the elders, then the horror of watching the killer bite off his own tongue, and now this—Reagan and Hayden, fists flying, pure rage crackling in the air like a violent storm."What's wrong with you two?" I shouted as I rushed toward them, shoving myself between their tense bodies. My hands pressed against their chests, trying to force them apart.Reagan’s breathing was heavy, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch. A thin cut on his lips oozed a slow trickle of blood, but he barely seemed to notice. His icy blue eyes burned with fury, locked onto Hayden.Hayden, on the other hand, stood rigid, his fists still curled at his sides, his chest rising and falling in rapid, angry breaths. His dark eyes flashed with something dangerous—resentment, frustration, maybe even something deeper."Why don’t you ask him?" Reagan spat, his voice thick with barely con
Reagan's POVFlashbackTick. Tock. Tick. Tock.The clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, each second dragging on forever.In just a few minutes, I would stand before the elders. This could go really well… or it could take a sharp turn south.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling a slow breath, forcing myself to remain composed. The weight of the moment settled heavily on my chest, but I had long since mastered the art of masking my emotions.The door creaked open, and Andrea walked in.She didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at me, her eyes full of concern. No matter how hard I tried to hide my feelings, she always saw right through me.“You okay?” she asked softly.I forced a smile. “Of course. Can’t wait to see their faces when we show them the real killer.”She didn’t laugh.Instead, she closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around me in a firm embrace.I stiffened for half a second before my body instinctively relaxed. My arms encircled her waist, pu
Reagan's POVI stepped into the town hall, my boots echoing against the polished stone floor, each step measured, deliberate. The room was already filled, the Elders seated in their high-backed chairs, their expressions a mix of stern judgment and anticipation.If only they knew what awaited them.My eyes swept across the hall, noting familiar faces—some filled with worry, others with satisfaction, eager to witness my downfall.Andrea sat near the front, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her brows furrowed with concern. Our eyes met, and I offered her a small reassuring smile, though my chest tightened at the worry in her gaze.Then there was Hayden.His face remained unreadable, but the way his jaw twitched and his hands curled into fists at his sides told me everything. Hatred. Resentment. Rage.I smirked at him, watching with amusement as his eyes darkened, his posture going rigid.But my amusement faded as my gaze flickered to the empty chair in the farthest corner—a chair tha
Reagan's POVRya.She stood a few feet away, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something—but no words came out."Rya," I breathed.She quickly blinked back her tears, looking away as she hastily rubbed a hand over her face. "I’m sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop."She turned on her heel, about to leave."Wait," I called out.She froze, her back still turned to me. Her fingers tightened into small fists at her sides, betraying the storm of emotions raging inside her.I took a slow step forward. "Can we talk… please?"She stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, her shoulders rising and falling with each measured breath.Finally, after a long pause, she turned to face me—her eyes still shimmering with unshed tears—and gave a small nod.The garden was quiet except for the steady chirping of crickets and the distant sound of wolves laughing and chattering inside the packhouse.
Reagan’s POVFlashback "Next time, lock the door," Grandmother Lana teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "Duly noted," I muttered, though my ears still burned from earlier. As I walked her toward the grand entrance of the **Shadow Fang Pack house, the cold night air nipped at my skin, sending a chill down my spine. The moon cast a pale glow over the stone pathway, illuminating the gentle yet wise features of the woman who had been a second mother to me. Lana turned to face me, her silver-streaked hair glinting softly under the moonlight. A warm smile tugged at her lips as she raised a wrinkled hand, cupping my cheek. Her touch was gentle yet firm, the way it had always been when I was a child seeking comfort. "You know I'll do anything for you," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "You're Amelia’s boy." Something in my chest tightened. My mother’s boy. That’s what she always called me. I let my eyes flutter shut for j
Guinevere’s POVThe Rituals had been done under the moon, blessed by the moon goddess herself. I had become one with my mate, my one and only love, Hayden Perez.“I love you,” I whispered to him, my voice barely audible over the night’s gentle breeze. “And I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”STOP!!!Someone yelled from the back I turned my eyes widened as I saw Hayden standing there.“What the hell” I muttered.If Hayden was there, then who was the man standing in front of me? Slowly, deliberately, he pulled off his mask, revealing a sinister smile that sent a shiver down my spine. A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, their murmurs filled with fear and confusion. My blood turned to ice as I locked eyes with the man’s cold, piercing blue gaze.NoIt couldn’t be. I had just been mated to the most Heartless and Dangerous RogueReagan Keon****I felt his soft breaths on my cheeks as he snuggled closer, the gentle rising and falling of his chest, a steady rhythm that matched the...
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