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 POVI bit my lip, determination hardening my resolve. I barged into Reagan’s room, ignoring the fact that he stood there shirtless, a towel draped around his waist. His body was sculpted, every muscle defined, and the sight of him only added to my frustration.He looked at me with a raised brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “We weren’t done talking,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to hold my composure.Reagan’s smirk widened as he unbuckled his belt with a slow, deliberate motion. “As you can see, I’m about to shower.”I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep my gaze on his face rather than the tempting expanse of his chest. “Can you at least hear me out?” I pleaded, frustration clear in my voice.The sound of the bathroom door creaking open and the rush of water from the shower filled the space. I turned to leave, but my resolve held me in place. “I get why you don’t want to come, but this is an opportunity, Reagan.”The water shut off abruptly, and
Shayla's POVAs I opened the door, there he stood, Hayden, looking as handsome as ever. His broad shoulders and strong back were turned toward me, and the way he stood, so effortlessly confident, made my heart race. I tiptoed silently across the room, my hands widening in anticipation. Without a sound, I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my body against his.At first, his body tensed, a brief moment of surprise, but then he relaxed, inhaling deeply as he recognized my scent. I could feel the tension melt away from his muscles. Slowly, he turned to face me, his intense blue eyes locking onto mine, filled with a warmth that sent shivers down my spine."I really hope I'm what's on your mind," I teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.His smile widened, making his already captivating features even more irresistible. He pulled me closer, his grip firm and possessive, leaning in until our faces were just inches apart. “Always,” he whispered, his voice
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
Guinevere's POVThe endless pacing had left me drained, my mind a whirlwind of frustration and determination. The sleepless night did nothing to dull the fire burning within me—I had to meet the caller. With Reagan missing and only four days until vindication with the council, I had no other choice. The burden fell on my shoulders. I was the daughter of the Crescent Moon Pack, and I could handle anything thrown my way.As I entered the abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with dust and dampness. The broken windows allowed slivers of moonlight to cast eerie shadows across the space. I scanned the room, my senses on high alert.Psychopaths and their love for abandoned warehouses, I thought bitterly.A voice emerged from the shadows, smooth but tinged with mockery. "You made it.""Of course." My voice was steady, though my fists clenched. "You didn’t think I’d chicken out, did you?""Never," he replied with a chuckle. "I’ve always admired your courage, Gwen."My eyes narrowed. "Yeah? S
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