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 POV“Gwen…” Hayden’s voice softened as he gazed into my eyes, his expression a mix of determination and pain. “It hurts my ego to say this, to tell the woman I love to do such a thing.”Then don’t“But,” he continued, “I really want to be with you, together leading our people, building a family. And that can’t be done unless we bring down Reagan.”His plea hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing on my chest. “I know it’s difficult, but please, can you do it?”My mind screamed “No,” but the words lodged in my throat, refusing to come out. Instead, I forced a smile and gave a small nod, my heart clenching with uncertainty.Hayden’s face lit up with a wide smile, relief washing over his features. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.“I love you too,” I replied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. I tried to shake off the uneasy feelings gnawing at me. Was he truly happy that I agreed so
Guinevere's POVThe loud sound of music thumped through my chest, and the acrid smell of alcohol filled my nose as I stepped into Papi's Bar. The dimly lit room buzzed with the chatter and laughter of humans, their scents mingling in a heady mix that was almost overpowering."Look who decided to grace us with her presence!" a familiar voice called out.A genuine smile spread across my face as I made my way to the bar. Alex stood there, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she wiped down the counter."Alex," I greeted, sliding onto a stool."If it isn't my favorite," she leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper, "werewolf."I chuckled, feeling a bit of the tension ease from my shoulders. "How are you?""Doing fine as always," she replied, her smile turning into a mock pout. "A little mad though. My best friend just ghosted me.""I'm sorry about that," I said, guilt washing over me."You're lucky you're cute," she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "So, what will it be?""Honestly, I'l
Guienevere's POVThis is insane, I thought as I paced the length of my room, the anxiety clawing at my chest like an unrelenting beast. How could everything be so calm? How could Reagan act as if his life wasn’t hanging by a thread? His nonchalance wasn’t just infuriating; it was maddening. Something wasn’t right. I felt it deep in my bones, an unshakable sense of dread that wouldn’t let me rest. If Reagan wasn’t going to take this seriously, then I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. Without a second thought, I grabbed my coat and made my way to the Crescent Howl Pack. The journey felt both agonizingly long and painfully brief as my mind raced with all the possibilities. By the time I arrived, the sight of the familiar estate brought a wave of mixed emotions—relief, fear, and a touch of nostalgia. As I stepped into the pack house, my sister Gail ran up to me, wrapping me in a tight, almost suffocating hug. “Woah,” I said with a laugh, “didn’t know I was misse
Guinevere’s POVMy heart raced so loudly that it drowned out every other sound around me. I felt like a nervous teenager confessing my feelings for the first time.Reagan's piercing blue eyes held mine, deep and unwavering, as if he could see into my soul. His hands, warm and strong, cupped my face with such tenderness that it made my knees weak."Andréa," he whispered, my name rolling off his lips like a prayer.We were so close that I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and intoxicating. My pulse quickened, each beat urging him to close the distance between us.He leaned in, his lips brushing mine with a featherlight touch before capturing them fully. His kiss was gentle at first, a soft press that made my stomach flutter. A groan slipped from my lips—one I couldn’t hold back even if I tried. I had waited so long for this moment, for the feel of his lips on mine.“I’ve waited for you to say this,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough with emotion.I couldn’t
Guinevere’s POVOtis glanced at Reagan, then back at me, before clearing his throat. "I’ll leave you two to it," he said, stepping past her and out the door.The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room unnervingly silent."How did it go with the elders?" I asked, my voice steady, though my stomach churned with worry. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway, watching him as he sat at his desk, his jaw tight and his hands clasped in front of him."Good, I think," Reagan said, his tone clipped, avoiding my gaze."Did you tell them about the meeting?"He stilled, the air growing heavy before he replied, "No."The single word hit me like a punch to the gut. My brows furrowed as I straightened. "What?! W...why?"He finally looked at me, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Because I don’t feel comfortable discussing confidential matters with them. What happened at that meeting stays between my pack and me."I stepped closer, my voice rising in frustration. "But if you don’t tell t
Reagan’s POVI stepped into the town hall, my boots clicking against the polished wooden floor as the oppressive silence greeted me. The elders sat in a semi-circle, their expressions varying from stern to outright disdain. It was clear they weren’t thrilled by my presence."You’re late," one of the elders snapped, his tone sharp and accusing.I gave a small, apologetic smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Apologies, but as you’re all aware, I have a pack to lead. Unlike some, I don’t have the luxury of free time."One of the younger elders, his face turning red with fury, looked ready to explode. But before he could, Elder Nicholas, the eldest of them all, placed a calming hand on his shoulder. His silver hair gleamed in the dim light, and his piercing eyes fixed on me, unamused but measured.I smirked, enjoying the tension, and strode to the chair in the center of the room. The scraping sound of the chair as I pulled it back echoed like a challenge. I sat down leisurely, crossing my le
Guinevere’s POVYou know that feeling when you say something so unbelievably stupid, you wish you could rewind time and erase the words before they even left your mouth? That was how I felt right now. No—that was only a fraction of it.My chest tightened as the air between us grew heavy with disbelief, pain, and something far worse: betrayal.Reagan’s expression twisted, his brows furrowed, and his lips parted slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. His green eyes—usually so sharp and filled with fire—now stared at me with a mix of confusion and devastation."What did you just say?" His voice cracked, low and unsteady, as he took a step back."Reagan..." I started, my voice trembling, but the words stuck in my throat like barbed wire."You didn’t do it, right?" he asked, his tone rising, demanding answers. His eyes searched mine desperately, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.I remained quiet, guilt clawing at me like a beast inside. The silence only stretched, suffocating
Reagan's POVThe soft light of the sun spilled gently into the room, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. My eyelids fluttered as I stirred, the ache in my muscles a dull reminder of something I couldn’t yet recall. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the hazy outlines of the room coming into focus.“Ugh…” I groaned, my voice hoarse, my throat dry as sandpaper.“Don’t move too much,” a calm, familiar voice said, laced with concern.I turned my head slightly, wincing as the motion sent a sharp pang through my body. Grandmother Lana stood beside me, her soft gray hair framing a face lined with wisdom and worry. She reached out, her touch steadying me as my body shifted.“Grandmother Lana?” I rasped, blinking hard to focus on her face.“You’re awake,” she said with a small, relieved smile. “But don’t strain yourself just yet.”I tried to sit up, but a sudden weight held me back. My gaze dropped, and my heart sank when I saw the thick, silver chains binding my wrists and ankles. The cold metal
Guinevere's POVAs Hayden’s lips crashed against mine, there was a rush of heat, but something about it felt… off.For days, I had replayed this moment in my mind, imagining how it would feel to have him hold me again, to kiss me with the passion I’d longed for. But now that it was happening, something inside me felt hollow.Why?I tried to push the question aside, to drown out the nagging voice in the back of my mind. Was it because I was furious with Reagan for breaking his promise? No. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t that. The truth was buried somewhere darker, somewhere I refused to explore.“I love Hayden,” I told myself, gripping his shirt tighter. “And I’ll love him alone.”Breaking the kiss for a moment, I looked up into his warm, hazel eyes. His lips were slightly parted, and his breath came in short, shallow bursts. He studied me with an intensity that made my heart ache, as if he could see the war raging inside me.“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but fi
Guinevere's POVIt was supposed to be a night at the party with Reagan. But here I was, standing in the hallway, my patience wearing thin as several pack members stood like stone walls, blocking me from entering his room.“What’s going on?” I demanded, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I strode toward one of them. My voice was firm, laced with irritation.The guard, a tall and broad man with an apologetic expression, stood his ground. “I’m sorry, Luna, but Alpha Reagan instructed that no one enters.”I let out a sharp snort, crossing my arms. “Move. Now,” I said, my tone cold as ice. My gaze locked with his, unyielding.He stood still, unwavering in his spot.My patience snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t step aside, you’ll lose the privilege of using those legs of yours,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.His jaw tightened, but he didn’t budge. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, his voice steady but filled with regret. “I can’t disobey the Alpha’s orders.”I sighed, r
Reagan's POV"Different locations, but the same motive," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My voice was quiet, yet the weight of my thoughts made it feel louder in the silence. "This isn’t random, Rya. Someone has a grudge, and they’re making it personal."Rya nodded, her brows furrowed in concern. "That’s what worries me. If this continues, it could spiral into something much bigger. Packs are already uneasy, whispering about hunters or..." She trailed off, her words catching in her throat. Her lips pressed together, as if she was holding back the very thing I didn’t want to hear. I narrowed my eyes at her hesitation. "They think it’s me," I said, finishing the sentence she didn’t dare to. Her shoulders sagged, and she let out a heavy sigh. "And that’s why we’re going to find whoever this asshole is. Before things get worse." I nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling on me. "A room full of werewolves would be the perfect place for him to strike next." "The