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,”
Chapter 26Guinevere’s POV“You better have won some kind of lottery…” Gail said, answering the call with a hint of annoyance.“Where the hell did you drop your phone?” I asked, my frustration barely contained.“Busy, duh. My life doesn’t revolve around my phone,” she replied, sounding defensive.I sighed, struggling to keep my frustration in check. Since Reagan’s abrupt departure to the Crimson Packhouse, my mind had been a whirlwind of questions. What were his true intentions? Did he have a secret plan? Was he involved with the Black Blood Pack? I needed answers, answers I knew Reagan would likely refuse to provide.“Gwen?” Gail’s voice jolted me back to the present.“Did Reagan show up at our house?” I asked urgently.“Yes, why?”“Did he seem… off? Like he was hiding something?”Gail sighed deeply, her voice laced with exasperation. “Really, Gwen? He’s your husband. Why don’t you just ask him? Oh right, you don’t want to seem like you don’t trust him.”I rolled my eyes, irritated b
Guinevere's POVI walked back to my room, more confused than ever. I wanted to see Reagan as the monster he was said to be, but the more time I spent here, the more doubts I had.It wasn't like I didn't want Reagan to be good, but if Reagan is truly a good person, then maybe he is fit for the Alpha.No.How can I think such? Reagan betrayed Hayden when he disguised as him and stole his place, destroyed the happiest day of my life. My blood boiled at the thoughts playing over in my mind. Reagan was no saint; he was just a manipulative person who would do all it takes to get what he wants. I remember it like yesterday, the day I finally saw Reagan for the monster he truly is.FlashbackIt was Hayden’s fourteenth birthday. I had been eager to give him the gift I had carefully chosen, but when I couldn’t find him, my excitement turned to anxiety. I searched frantically until I stumbled upon him in the library room. Books were strewn across the floor, shelves overturned, and Hayden lay the
Guinevere’s POVFlashback"Wait," I said, my voice trembling, betraying the vulnerability I felt. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the moment of truth. "The truth is... I’ve been thinking non-stop. No matter how hard I try, you keep invading my thoughts, and it's making me so confused. Because... I keep getting these feelings stirred up, ones I don’t want to admit."Reagan remained silent, and a sly smile crept onto my lips. I felt a flicker of triumph; perhaps I still had some influence over him.Slowly, Reagan turned to face me. I quickly cleared my throat, replacing the sly smile with a more innocent expression, trying to mask my earlier confidence with shyness. His hand moved to gently brush a strand of hair from my face, and then he asked softly, "Are you okay?"What?!He chuckled lightly, creating some distance between us. "Very funny, Andrea. You almost had me there."Wait, what?!End of FlashbackI glared at Reagan, who sat across from me, engrossed in a book with his