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
Guienevere's POV"I can't believe I let you talk me into this" Reagan muttered" Oh come don't pretend like you're not enjoying this"" I'm not," he said his gaze fixed on the road "We should have just taken a flight like I had suggested "" Boring' I said Rolling my eyes at him " Road trips are the best.Reagan sighed deeply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as the car cruised down the winding road. "You say that now, but give it a few more hours, and you'll be begging for a plane ride," he muttered, his tone laced with frustration.I chuckled, leaning back in the passenger seat, my feet propped up on the dashboard. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape outside. "You're such a grump," I teased, reaching over to poke his arm playfully. "A little adventure won't kill you."He shot me a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable. "This is not what I’d call an adventure," he grumbled. "It’s just a long, uncomfortable drive through the middle of nowhe
Guinevere’s POVI watched as she flipped her hair, straightened her posture in a very awkward one, and marched toward the shop like she was auditioning for a rom-com. I followed, already feeling secondhand embarrassment tickle at the back of my throat.We stepped into the garage, where a man in greasy overalls and a backwards cap turned to us, wiping his hands on a rag.“Afternoon, ladies. Can I help you?”Before I could say a word, Rya stepped forward with this strange, exaggerated voice. “Hiiiiiiii, sir,” she said, drawing out the word like she was suddenly possessed by a valley girl. “We-uh… we had a vehicular malfunction. It’s like, sooo tragic.”The man blinked. Once. Twice.“Did you just have mouth surgery or somethin’?” he asked, completely deadpan.I almost choked on a laugh. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as I tried to stifle the snort. I stepped forward quickly, placing a hand on Rya’s shoulder with what I hoped looked like sympathy.“I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning toward
Chapter 91Guinevere’s POVThe road stretched endlessly before us, surrounded by thick trees and open skies. I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming restlessly on my thigh as Rya drove in silence. The air in the car was tense—thick enough to choke on. She hadn’t said more than a few words since we left the Shadow Fang Pack house. I tried to brush it off, focus on the mission, but the awkwardness was impossible to ignore.She didn’t like me. That much was obvious.I stared out the window, my reflection staring back at me with worried eyes. My stomach twisted with unease, not just because of what we were heading into, but because I knew how important it was for us to trust each other. And right now, we were miles from that.“Do you always grind your teeth when you're nervous?” Rya suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the road, tone cool.I blinked, surprised by the sudden question. “Do you always act like someone shoved a stick up your—”The car gave a sudden sputter, jerking forward
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