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
Guinevere’s POVAs I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection stared back at me with a mixture of determination and unease. I focused on my reflection, repeating my mission to myself: “You have one mission: Not to seduce Reagan, but to find a way to get closer to him, break his walls, and then get the Alpha Ring.”I frowned slightly, the weight of the plan making my stomach churn. Despite the resolve in my voice, a pang of guilt tugged at me. Reagan wasn’t supposed to be the Alpha; he had taken Hayden’s position. It was only fair that I help reclaim it.Trying to shake off the unease, I forced a smile. "You can do this," I told my reflection, trying to bolster my confidence. "How hard could it be? Everyone loves you and can't resist you."If only I knew that wasn't going to be the case.It had been three days since I last saw or spoke to Reagan. He was deliberately avoiding me. Each time I tried to catch his attention—whether by waving in the hallway or waiting for him at meals—he
Reagan POVRya's wolf lunged at me, the force of her impact slamming me against the wall. The air whooshed out of my lungs as I braced myself, my eyes widening in surprise.“Okay,” Rya said, her voice exasperated as she shifted back to human form. Her bare skin glistened with sweat, and her hands were outstretched toward me. “That’s the fourth hit. What the hell, Reagan?” Her eyes were sharp, filled with both concern and irritation.I grabbed her hands, steadying myself as I pushed away from the wall. “You’ve been spacing out. Care to share?” she asked, her tone softer now but still probing.“I'm fine,” I said, reaching for a bottle of water and taking a long gulp. The cool liquid felt refreshing against the heat rising from my face.Rya raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly not buying my dismissal. Her gaze was sharp, and her arms crossed over her chest as she scrutinized me. “Rya, it’s nothing serious,” I insisted, though the truth was far from simple.In reality, my mind had been pre
Reagan POVThe study room door swung open with a forceful push, and even before I glanced up, I knew exactly who it was—Andrea. Her presence was like a sudden storm, a whirlwind of tension and unresolved emotions.I kept my gaze trained on the papers sprawled across my desk, desperately trying to appear engrossed in work. My hands fumbled slightly as I pretended to shuffle through the documents, but inside, my mind was a jumbled mess. The moment she entered, it was as if my thoughts had been abruptly silenced."Why are you avoiding me?"I remained silent for some reason I couldn’t look at her afraid once I stared into her beautiful eyes I might break and give in to my desires.Andrea didn't waste time. She crossed the room with determined strides, her steps echoing with a sense of purpose. As she reached my desk, she plopped down in the chair directly in front of me, her movements sharp and deliberate.“Do you plan on staring all day?”“Maybe I won’t if you just answered my question,”
Guinevere’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