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 POVAs Hayden and Shayla walked into the room, a knot tightened in my stomach, the rest of the world fading into the background. The lively chatter, the music, the clinking of glasses—all of it dulled as if a thick fog had descended over the room. My eyes locked onto them, and the question echoed in my mind: *Why do I feel this way?* But no answer came, only the intensifying sensation of unease. No,I thought to myself, trying to suppress the growing dread. Why is it that wherever Hayden is, Shayla isn’t far behind? The sight of them together made something within me twist uncomfortably, but I forced myself to act normal, to pretend that I was fine. But the pretense was weak, the feeling gnawing at me from the inside out.Julius, ever the social butterfly, was quick to approach Hayden, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Hayden!" he exclaimed, wrapping him in a warm, brotherly hug. "Look at you!"Hayden returned the embrace, his usual stoic expression softening jus
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