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
Reagan POVWhy the hell did I agree to this?I should have said no. Anything, just something to avoid being in the same space with her, especially now when she’s all I can think about.I paced the room, trying to keep my composure. The thought of Andrea confessing her feelings replayed in my mind, keeping me up all night and causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. I tried to dismiss it as a joke, but the sincerity in her eyes was undeniable.Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I caught myself grinning like an idiot. My smile was wide, almost foolish, and I quickly cleared my throat to dispel the expression. I straightened my posture and stared at my reflection, willing myself to maintain control."Don’t be a fool, Reagan," I muttered to my reflection, my voice filled with self-reproach. "Andrea doesn’t like you. She’s just trying to mess around, and you can’t let yourself fall for that."As I entered the room, Andrea was already there. Her hair was gathered in a messy bun,
Reagan POV“Someone looks distracted,” Andrea’s teasing voice pulled me from my haze.I met her gaze with a smirk, trying to regain my composure. “Dirty play, I see. Well, love, two can play the game.” I pulled off my shirt, my grin widening as her eyes dropped to my exposed abs.“Hey, love, my eyes are up here,” I said, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed.She cleared her throat, her eyes snapping back to mine, and squared her shoulders, readying herself for another attack. We circled each other again, her movements precise and calculated. She lunged at me, but I caught her, pulling her close. Her hands were pinned beside her back as I held her tightly. Our skins were sticky with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.From this angle, I could see the enticing curve of her cleavage, and the sight was almost too much to bear. She was tempting me, and right now, every part of me wanted to succumb to that temptation.I released her, and as she turned to face me, I found myself unable
Guinevere's POVI cleared my throat, my pulse racing with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as I walked towards Otis. “What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart.Otis handed me the envelope with a smirk that hinted at the contents. “It’s an invitation from Julius. His annual party."“Oh!” My face brightened at the mention of Julius. Julius was one of the sweetest Alpha I had ever met. He was the fun of the party and always threw this amazing parties for all alphas around the world. I believed it was his way of wanting to bring peace among the Alphas. A friendly gesture, not one many Alpha’s would consider due to their pride and I admired that about him.“I didn’t know you guys were invited. No offense, I just never heard of the Shadow Fang Pack attending,” “It’s fine. Well, Alpha Julius is very keen on Reagan,” Otis said, his tone taking on a teasing lilt.Reagan, rolling his eyes at Otis’s comment, responded curtly, “Send a message
Guinevere's POV“God, I hate him!” I burst out as I barged into Alex's house, tossing my jacket on a nearby chair.Alex looked up, surprised, crossing her arms. “I get that he’s mad, but does he have to be such an asshole?” I fumed, pacing the room.“Ugh, I just want to…” My words trailed off as I noticed Alex standing in a short robe, her arms folded. Behind her, a shirtless man was reaching for his shirt, a slight smirk on his face.“Oh, I’m...so sorry.” I stammered, instantly regretting my dramatic entrance.“It’s fine,” Alex said, shrugging with a playful smile.The man chuckled, pulling on his shirt. “I should be going,” he said, leaning down to give Alex a quick kiss before slipping out the door.As soon as he was gone, I grimaced, my cheeks hot. “I’m so sorry, Alex, I didn’t know you had company.”She waved her hand, unbothered. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll just have an excuse to see him again.” She winked, then motioned for me to sit down on the couch. “Now, let’s get to it. Why
Guinevere's POVThe soft light filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as I turned over, my body sinking into the sheets. I blinked slowly, feeling groggy as my eyes adjusted to the light. My head throbbed with a dull ache that only seemed to worsen as I sat up."Ugh," I groaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead. "I really need to stop drinking that damn wolf alcohol."As I glanced around the room, a wave of confusion hit me. This was my room at the Shadow Fang pack house. But the last thing I remembered was being at the bar, drowning in alcohol. How did I—My breath caught, and my eyes widened as the memories from last night flooded back. The feel of his hands on mine. His soft lips, the taste of him still fresh in my mind."Please, Reagan... kiss me."I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, the muffled sound doing little to calm the storm inside me."How could I?!" I muttered, my face burning with shame as I threw the pillow across the room. What the
Reagan's POV“A…” I started, but before I could say more, she interrupted me with a soft chuckle.“You actually answered,” Andrea murmured, her voice faint, tinged with disbelief. “Here I was thinking you wouldn’t, considering you’ve been avoiding me.” There was a softness to her words, the hint of sadness buried beneath her attempt at lightness.I could hear the loud background music through the phone, telling me exactly where she was. A familiar heaviness settled in my chest. "Stay there, I'm coming," I said before hanging up.I stood for a moment, taking a deep breath before I walked out of the room.***As soon as I entered the bar, the loud music hit me, mixing with the smell of alcohol and sweat. My eyes quickly found Jacob, standing nearby, his posture rigid. Across from him, slumped at a table, was Andrea, drinking alone."How is she?" I asked, keeping my voice low as I approached.Jacob's gaze flicked to Andrea before answering, "She’s been here a while… won’t talk to anyone,
Reagan's POVWeeks had passed since the incident with Carlos, and yet, the distance between me and Andrea remained like an insurmountable wall. No matter what I did, I couldn’t hate her. I had tried—tried to pull away, tried to sever the connection we once shared, hoping that the space between us would help my feelings die. But it was futile. Wherever I was, her presence haunted me. I ached to hold her, to pull her close, to feel her soft lips on mine.Every time I saw her in the hallway, the regret in her eyes was unmistakable. She was sorry, that much was clear. The way she offered small smiles, her little efforts to say "hi" in passing—it all spoke of her remorse. But no matter how much I wanted to close the gap, I couldn’t. Not because of the betrayal, but because of something far more dangerous.I sighed, pulling my shirt down to reveal the mark on my chest. The cursed mark. I had hoped, after Amy’s spell was interrupted, that the hex hadn’t taken root. But as the days passed, th
Guinevere's POVIt had been weeks since Reagan last spoke to me. Each day passed in agonizing silence, the weight of his absence pressing heavily on my chest. He carried on with his life, attending meetings, traveling for business concerning the pack, and yet... he never once looked at me. Not a glance, not a word. He made sure to avoid me entirely, no matter where we were, as though I no longer existed.And for reasons I couldn’t explain, that emptiness, that void where his attention used to be, left my heart feeling stifled, as though something vital had been ripped away.I knew I had hurt him. I knew I deserved his anger, his rejection. But this silence, this coldness—it was unbearable. And as my punishment, Jacob was assigned to be my constant shadow, like a watchdog. His presence, hovering behind me, was a constant reminder of Reagan’s mistrust. Every step I took, Jacob was there, his eyes never leaving me. I had proven I couldn’t be trusted, and now, I was under constant surveil
Gwen's POVI paced around the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every second felt like an eternity of misery. What was I supposed to do? Should I walk out and face him? Who could I possibly ask for help in a situation like this? It was all my fault.I raked my fingers through my hair, groaning in frustration. If only I had listened to Reagan—if only I had given him the chance to explain before things spiraled out of control. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting in my stomach until it was unbearable.Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, footsteps entering the house. The familiar scent hit me before I even saw him.Reagan.I dashed out of my room, my heart pounding as I ran to meet him. But the moment I laid eyes on him, my heart shattered into pieces. He was covered in blood—his clothes, his skin, his hands—all smeared in crimson. He looked drained, barely holding himself together, but what hurt me the most was the rage burning in his eyes."Reag—" I started, my voice trembling.
Reagan's POV We circled each other like predators in a deadly dance—myself, Otis, and Carlos—each of us tense, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Carlos glanced at me, then flicked his gaze to Otis, his lips curling into a smug grin."Well, this seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Two against one? I’d say that’s cheating," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.I smirked, enjoying the way his anger simmered beneath the surface. "If you’re such a coward," I began, my tone casual but cutting, "then just ask." I glanced over at Otis and gave a sharp nod. "Stand down."Otis hesitated, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Reagan, you can’t be serious—"I cut him off, my voice firm and unyielding. "You don’t intervene. Even if Carlos is slitting my throat, you don’t move." My words barely left my lips when Carlos lunged forward, his fist connecting with my jaw in a brutal blow that sent me crashing into the wall.I groaned as I pulled myself up from the ground. Carlos laughed,
Reagan POV"Good, you're awake," Carlos said, his voice dripping with malice as I forced my eyes open, my head pounding and body weak. My wrists ached from the chains, tightly wrapped around me, biting into my skin. Every breath I took felt labored, as if the air in the room had thickened with the weight of dread.I lifted my head, locking eyes with him. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the exhaustion evident in every word.Carlos smiled—a chilling, twisted grin that sent a cold shiver down my spine. "I thought that was clear," he said, his gaze shifting to the figure standing beside him, the woman from earlier. "You do remember my friend, right?" He gestured toward her with a sickening nonchalance.I narrowed my eyes at her, recognition dawning as my heart raced. "Just in case you've forgotten," Carlos continued, "this is Amy. A very good friend of mine. And you see, Amy here is going to help me put a hex on you." His grin widened, eyes gleaming with a sa
Rya POV“I can’t seem to find him,” Sabrina said, her voice laced with frustration.I stopped pacing abruptly, my nails digging into my palms as I turned to face her. “What do you mean you can’t find him?” The weight of my words hung heavily between us, a sharp edge to my tone as the frustration inside me became unbearable. Hours. It had been *hours* since we learned Reagan had been kidnapped by that lunatic Carlos, and now, our last hope seemed to be slipping away.“You’re a witch,” I said, stepping closer to her, my voice rising. “Use your witch stuff and locate him!”Sabrina glanced at Otis, then back at me, her shoulders tense as she took a slow, steadying breath. “It’s not that simple, okay? I’m trying, but it’s like there’s something—someone—blocking the spell. I just can’t track him.” Her voice cracked, the pressure wearing her down.I scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. “Keep trying.”Otis moved towards me, his face softening in concern. “Rya, maybe we should calm down…”“Cal