Reagan's POVWalking into the room, her scent enveloped me, intensifying my desire for her. From the way she looked at me, I was certain she felt the same way. Her eyes were wide, betraying a mixture of confusion and longing. I took a step closer until we were mere inches apart. She glared at me, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly.I leaned in, my voice a low murmur. "Are you okay? You seem pretty down," I teased, a sly smile playing at my lips."I'm fine," she snapped, her voice cold, but her eyes betrayed her. She took a step back, and immediately, I stepped forward, closing the gap. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her struggle to maintain her composure. Being this close to her made me feel like I was losing my mind. My gaze fell to her flushed pink lips. I wanted to suck on them, to bite them until she screamed my name.She licked her lips, a subconscious gesture that drove me wild. I glanced back at her and saw the unmistakable lust in her eyes. A
Guinevere's POVI had managed a day without succumbing to the maddening desire for Reagan, but the more I resisted, the stronger the craving grew. Desperation had driven me to reach out to Hayden, hoping a night with him would quench the heat. But there was no response.My phone beeped, and I grabbed it, only to be disappointed once again. Hayden had left my message unanswered. Was he still mad? Frustration gnawed at me. No matter how hard I tried to relieve myself, my body still craved Reagan, and eventually, I gave in to the overwhelming desire."I want you to f**k me," I blurted out, the words escaping almost involuntarily. My mind was a fog, and I couldn't blame myself for losing control.Immediately, Reagan's lips crashed onto mine with a hunger that took me by surprise. The desire I had expected to diminish instead intensified tenfold. His kisses were ravenous, full of urgency and impatience, as if he had been starving for this moment. We moved toward the bed, our mouths locked
Guinevere's POVI knew I should stop and end this, but shamelessly, I wanted more—more of him, more of his touch. Without thinking, I pulled him closer and kissed him. The kiss was fiery, his lips demanding and insistent against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, massaging them with a skill that made me groan in pleasure."Ugh," I groaned, my voice desperate. "I want you," I blurted out, unable to hold back any longer.Reagan's eyes darkened with an intensity that made my heart race. He didn't hesitate. His hands moved to his clothes, and in a flurry of motion, he shed every layer, flinging them carelessly to the ground. His body, now fully exposed, was a masterpiece of strength and raw power. The sight of him made my breath hitch and my pulse quicken.As much as I hated to admit it he was really big."You can keep staring," he said with a teasing grin that sent a rush of heat to my cheeks.I remained quiet embarrassed by the fact I had been caught staring.I watched intently as Rea
Reagan's POV The loud thud of Hayden's fist collided with my face, making me stumble back. Pain radiated through my cheek, and I could taste the metallic tang of blood. Hayden's eyes blazed with a fury. He scoffed, looking down at me with disdain. We were, thirteen, father had just begun training us, preparing us for the day we would shift to our wolf form. As a bastard child, I had always tried my best to please my father. I studied twice as hard, practiced from morning till night, all in the hopes of earning a rare smile from him. I never realized that my hard work was breeding resentment in Hayden. Hayden grabbed my shirt, his jaw clenched tight as he spat out, "You think you're some great person just because you beat me? You want to steal my place as the next Alpha, huh?" "Hayden, I would ne—" Another blow cut off my words, blood spilling from my split lip. "This is your last warning," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Next time, I'll kill you." He released me with a sho
Reagan POVFlashback"Who goes there?" The man yelled, his voice echoing through the night as I emerged from the shadows, dragging the lifeless body of the notorious werewolf who had brought terror to the Moon Claw Pack. Tonight, I would make my father proud. Maybe then he would accept me as his son."It's Reagan," I called out, my voice steady despite the weight of the corpse. "Tell my father that I have brought the body of Mathis."The man's eyes widened as he looked at me, then at the bloodied body at my feet. He hesitated for a moment before turning and hurrying into the pack house.A hopeful smile tugged at my lips as I imagined the rare warmth of my father's embrace. The anticipation grew unbearable as I waited, the minutes stretching into hours. But with each passing moment, my hope began to crumble. The cold reality settled inThere was no sign of my father.I stood there like a helpless boy, desperate for a glimpse of the man who had always kept his distance.The sky darkened
Guienvere's POVMy blood boiled as I stormed out of the cell. How dare Reagan lock up Hayden? So what if he broke his order—could anyone really blame him? Reagan had pretended to be him on his wedding day and, if that wasn't enough, had stolen his title as the true Alpha. Hayden had every right to demand answers.I marched up to Reagan's study room, but one of the Shadow Fang pack members blocked my path."I'm sorry, Luna Gwen, but you can't go in," he said firmly."What do you mean I can't go in?" I demanded, struggling to suppress the fury bubbling inside me. There was no need to transfer aggression to this guard."Alpha Reagan specifically requested that no one come in."I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at the man. "I don't care what he told you, but as your Luna, I kindly request you let me in, or else what happens next is on you."The man hesitated, his resolve wavering under my intense glare. For a moment, I thought he would stand his ground, but then he quietly stepped aside.Witho
Guinevere's POV Ugggh.. the only reason I was going to get in the water was because the earlier I convinced him about Hayden the earlier he got him out. “Fine, I’ll get in the water,” Reagan's eyes brightened with a mischievous glint as he watched me. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, making his blue eyes sparkle. “Could you turn?” I asked, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. Reagan chuckled softly, his amusement evident in the light crinkle of his eyes and the way his lips curved upward. “Wait, you’re serious?” “Yes, I’m serious,” I snapped, my voice tight with frustration. With a playful smirk, Reagan turned away. “It’s not like we’ve not seen each other’s nakedness before.” I rolled my eyes at his comment, feeling a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. Ignoring his teasing, I swiftly undressed, my movements brisk as I tried to avoid any lingering glances. As I slid into the water, the cool sensation contrasted sharply with the warmth of my skin. Reagan turne
Guienever's POVThe night had been a turbulent blur of emotions, the images of Reagan in the water and his words...Just for once, Can you not talk about Hayden?Focus on me, Andrea.Do you have any idea, how hard it is for me to act like I don’t want you when every fiber of my being is craving you?Do you know, the dirty dreams I’ve had about you and how ....No... I shouldn't be thinking about thisExhausted and restless, I struggled to rise from the bed, desperate to shake off the lingering thoughts of Reagan.I hurried to the shower, the cool water failing to wash away the tumult of my thoughts. With a renewed sense of urgency, I raced towards the cells where Hayden was being held. My heart pounded with worry, each step echoing my desperation to see him.As I rounded a corner, I collided with someone. I stumbled slightly, catching myself as I looked up. It was Reese, the Omega, who had a friendly demeanor and a warm smile that contrasted with the tension I felt. His eyes were kind
Guinevere's POVIt's crazy how the one person you once despised can become the very one your heart beats for. His scent, once irritating, now intoxicated me, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. The need to be near him, to feel him, became all-consuming—a fire burning in my chest that only he could extinguish. He wasn’t just a part of my life anymore; he had become my entire world. And with that realization came an unshakable vow—to protect him, no matter the cost.That’s how I felt about Reagan.Our lips collided in a deep, urgent kiss, a raw passion igniting between us as if we hadn’t spent the entire night tangled in each other. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue, stoked the flames of desire that refused to be sated.It was more than just a kiss—it was a hunger, primal and consuming, one that only he could satisfy.Reagan’s hands moved to my hips, his grip firm but gentle as he lifted me with ease. A gasp left me as he guided me onto his lap, my legs straddling h
Guinevere's POVMy eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. The bed beside me was empty—no warmth, no Reagan. My fingers brushed the cold sheets where he should have been. For a moment, I wondered where he’d gone, but a smile tugged at my lips as last night flooded back into my mind.Memories danced like shadows in my thoughts: the feel of his lips tracing over mine, the way his touch ignited every part of me. I ran my fingers absently along my neck, feeling the faint soreness where his lips had left their mark. Unlike the first time, when he was rough and almost distant—likely because of the hex—last night was different. Even in his moments of intensity, he was careful. His eyes searched mine each time he thought he was going too far, his voice soft as he asked if I was okay.A faint blush crept across my cheeks, and I bit my lower lip, letting out a quiet laugh. That was the best I’ve ever had.Pushing myself up slowly, I winced as my muscles p
Reagan's POVThe scent of her lingered in the room, warm and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a haze. Slowly, I turned, my gaze falling on her—the beautiful Andrea. The woman I had always loved. My Luna.The soft morning light spilled across her face, highlighting every delicate feature. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she slept. Her legs were tangled with mine, our nakedbodies pressed together under the rumpled sheets. I couldn’t help but stare. She was breathtaking, the kind of beauty that made my chest tighten every time I looked at her. Her lips caught my attention next. They were slightly parted, soft and inviting. Memories from last night came rushing back—the way her lips had felt against mine, warm and eager. The way she’d said my name, her voice full of need. The way she’d looked at me, her head tilted back in pure pleasure.A warmth started to build inside me
Guinevere's POV“I want to feel you in me… all of you.”A sharp inhale escaped him as his eyes darkened with passion. He pulled back just enough to study my face, searching for any hesitation, any sign that I didn’t mean what I said. But there was none."Are you sure?" Reagan’s voice was low, almost hesitant, his piercing blue eyes searching mine with a softness that seemed so at odds with his usual strength. "Because of the hex, I might be rough..." He broke eye contact, guilt flickering in his expression as he looked away.I reached out, my fingers brushing gently against his cheek, urging him to meet my gaze again. His skin was warm under my touch, and when his eyes locked with mine, I saw vulnerability in their depths."I trust you," I said softly, my voice steady. "You’d never hurt me, Reagan."His jaw tensed slightly, the weight of my words sinking in. Before he could respond, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss. This time, it was slower, unhurried—an intimate promise. I p
Gwen's POVThere was something magical about kissing the right person. It wasn’t just about the way his lips moved against mine—it was the intensity, the way he kissed me like I was the center of his universe. Each movement was purposeful, igniting something deep within me, consuming me completely.His hands roamed my body, exploring, caressing, igniting sparks wherever he touched. My mind felt hazy, spinning with the pleasure of his touch, his lips. My body reacted instinctively, arching closer, grinding against him, craving more.“I want you so badly,” I groaned against his lips, my voice trembling with need.I felt him smile, the curve of his lips against mine. His kiss deepened, his hands tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him. “You drive me crazy when you say that,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his darkened eyes holding mine. “Say it again,” he whispered, his tone laced with longing.If I had been thinking cle
Reagan's POVThe clang of the iron hitting the floor echoed through the room, louder than it should have been. My hands trembled uncontrollably, my chest rising and falling in short, sharp breaths. My wide eyes were glued to the horror before me, unable to look away. The truth of what I had done hit me like a wave, drowning me in guilt.The bodies of werewolves lay scattered around, lifeless and torn apart. Blood was everywhere—on the walls, on the floor, on my hands. My stomach churned. In the middle of it all was the masked man. He lay slumped against the wall, iron rods sticking out of his chest and sides. His breathing was shallow, uneven.I couldn’t move. My legs felt like they were made of stone, and my heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear anything else. The hex had left me, its darkness fading, but the damage it caused was still here. The damage I caused.“Thank you,” Andrea’s soft voice broke through the chaos.Her arms wrapped around me from behind, her warmth trying t
Reagan's POVReagan's POVAs the adrenaline coursed through me, I shifted back to my human form, ignoring the stinging pain still radiating from my chest. The rage within me burned hotter than the wounds. If I was going to end him, I wanted to do it with my own hands.I stepped toward him slowly, each step deliberate, my expression hard and unyielding. My fists were clenched at my sides, and my breaths came in sharp, controlled bursts. The faint glow of the hex mark on my chest pulsed with my fury, catching his attention.His eyes widened in terror when he saw the mark of the hex. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple as he stumbled back, pressing himself against the wall like a cornered animal.“D-don’t come any closer!” he stammered, his voice cracking as his hands trembled.I didn’t stop. I crouched down and grabbed his hood, yanking it off with force. His mask clattered to the ground, revealing his pale, bloodied face.“P-please,” he whimpered, his voice shaking. “Don’t kill me! I
Reagan's POVAs I ran through the woods, her scent grew stronger, filling my nose with a mix of lavender and rain. It pulled me forward like a string tied to my chest. My heart pounded harder with each step, anger and worry fighting for control.I was furious—furious at Rya for keeping secrets, furious at Andrea for putting herself in danger, but mostly furious at myself. This mess was my fault, and now I had to fix it.The warehouse stood ahead, dark and silent under the moonlight. It looked abandoned, but I could feel the tension in the air. Without thinking, I kicked the door open. The crash of wood and metal echoed through the empty space as the door flew off its hinges.“Where is she?!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls.A man stepped out from the shadows, dressed in black with a mask covering his face. His movements were slow, like he wasn’t afraid of me.“We’ve been expecting you, Alpha,” he said, his voice calm and mocking.My fists clenched, my claws itching to tear into h
Rya’s POV I paced back and forth, my boots scuffing against the wooden floor. The ticking of the clock grew louder with each passing second, its rhythm drumming against my skull like a countdown. Frustration bubbled up in my chest, and I ran a hand through my hair. "Dammit,” I hissed under my breath. Flashback “Wait, hold up,” I said, raising my hands to stop her. “What did you just say?!” I demanded, my voice sharp with disbelief. She let out a long sigh, her hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her. “I got a call,” she began, her eyes flickering away from mine. He said he knows who killed the werewolves. He’s willing to help us prove Reagan’s Innocence.” My mouth fell open. For a moment, I could only blink at her, the words struggling to register. “That's obviously a trap,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I know, but he sent a picture of the dead bodies. That means he could be the killer.” Her words sent a chill down my spine. I leaned closer, lowering