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
Reagan's POVA sigh escaped my lips as we arrived at the Frost howl Pack mansion, the grandeur of it all looming before us. Julius, one of the few Alphas who had never treated me like an outcast, had a tendency to be... a bit over the top. I was grateful for his hospitality, but sometimes, his theatrics were more than I could handle.As soon as the car came to a stop I stepped out, followed by Andrea. Suddenly the door flew open with a dramatic flair I sighed again, bracing myself for what I knew was coming. Julius had a knack for making an entrance, and today was no different."Does my eyes deceive me, or is that the handsome, sexy Reagan Knox?" Julius called out, his voice booming as he strode towards us, arms wide open, ready to pull me into one of his signature bear hugs.Just as he was about to wrap me in his embrace, I smoothly sidestepped, dodging the hug with practiced ease. Julius halted, his expression turning to one of exaggerated heartbreak."Once again, you shatter my hea
Guinevere's POVAs the water flowed down my body, washing away the tension of the day, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of Reagan's stunned expression. The tables had turned, and for once, I had the upper hand. He had always thought it was amusing to tease me, pushing me just to the edge, but now I had given him a taste of his own medicine. I could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind after our little exchange.Wrapping myself in a soft towel, I stepped out of the bathroom, steam swirling around me as I entered the room. But Reagan was nowhere to be seen. A small frown tugged at my lips. Where had he gone?As I moved toward the bed, I halted in my tracks, my eyes landing on a large, elegantly wrapped box that had mysteriously appeared on the bed. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling in my chest. "Please let it not be more sex toys," I muttered under my breath, the thought of Julius’s previous antics flashing through my mind. The last thi
Guinevere's POVIt's crazy how the one person you once despised can become the very one your heart beats for. His scent, once irritating, now intoxicated me, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. The need to be near him, to feel him, became all-consuming—a fire burning in my chest that only he could extinguish. He wasn’t just a part of my life anymore; he had become my entire world. And with that realization came an unshakable vow—to protect him, no matter the cost.That’s how I felt about Reagan.Our lips collided in a deep, urgent kiss, a raw passion igniting between us as if we hadn’t spent the entire night tangled in each other. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue, stoked the flames of desire that refused to be sated.It was more than just a kiss—it was a hunger, primal and consuming, one that only he could satisfy.Reagan’s hands moved to my hips, his grip firm but gentle as he lifted me with ease. A gasp left me as he guided me onto his lap, my legs straddling h
Guinevere's POVMy eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. The bed beside me was empty—no warmth, no Reagan. My fingers brushed the cold sheets where he should have been. For a moment, I wondered where he’d gone, but a smile tugged at my lips as last night flooded back into my mind.Memories danced like shadows in my thoughts: the feel of his lips tracing over mine, the way his touch ignited every part of me. I ran my fingers absently along my neck, feeling the faint soreness where his lips had left their mark. Unlike the first time, when he was rough and almost distant—likely because of the hex—last night was different. Even in his moments of intensity, he was careful. His eyes searched mine each time he thought he was going too far, his voice soft as he asked if I was okay.A faint blush crept across my cheeks, and I bit my lower lip, letting out a quiet laugh. That was the best I’ve ever had.Pushing myself up slowly, I winced as my muscles p
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