Reagan POV"Ugh," the woman's groans grew louder with each step I took down the dimly lit corridor."It should be me," she said breathlessly as she kissed him, her voice a mixture of longing and frustration. "I should be the one there.""Don't worry," Hayden replied, his voice low and filled with deceit. "Once this darn ceremony is over, I'll reject her and make you mine," he said, returning her kiss with equal fervor."Ugh," she moaned again, their soft gasps filling the room. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls, a symphony of betrayal.I rested my head against the door frame, watching them through the creak. They were too preoccupied with their illicit affair to even notice my presence.Clap. Clap. Clap.The sound of my slow applause cut through the room like a knife. They jolted apart, their eyes wide with panic as they scrambled to pull on their clothes."What the hell," Hayden spat, his teeth clenched in fury as he saw me standing there."I couldn't h
Guinevere POV"What's the meaning of this?" My father's voice thundered through the room, his fury directed at Alpha Lance.Alpha Lance looked stricken, his usual composure shattered. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his regret evident."Sorry isn't going to fix this!" My father roared, pacing back and forth, his anger palpable."Geoffrey, calm down," my mother urged, her voice soothing yet firm. "The ceremony has been performed; there's nothing we can do now.""No," I interjected, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. How could she even say that? "I'm going to reject him. I love Hayden, and I'll do whatever it takes to get him back.""You can't, Guinevere," my mother said gently, but with a hint of sadness. "It's not that simple, especially after the ceremony has taken place."I ignored her, turning instead to Grandmother Lana, a flicker of hope in my eyes. "There is a way, right?" I pleaded.She sighed deeply, the weight of her years and wisdom evident. "The ceremony has
Reagan's POVI stared at the ceiling, her soft breathing filling the room. A gentle reminder of her presence. I turned to look at her, curled up on the couch. How could she sleep so peacefully on that small, uncomfortable piece of furniture? The couch seemed to barely contain her, yet she looked serene as if it were the most comfortable place in the world.Whatever.I laid back down, pulled the blanket up to my chest, and shut my eyes, willing myself to sleep. The events of the day replayed in my mind, each moment making it harder to find rest.Damn it.My eyes snapped open, staring at the dark ceiling once more.EarlierI watched as she looked away from my gaze, giving me space as if she were afraid I might contaminate her. I pulled off my shirt, feeling her eyes on me. She tried to look away, but her gaze slowly ran over my exposed chest, lingering on the large, jagged scar on my chest."Are you done staring?" I asked with a smirk, breaking the tense silence.She cleared her throat,
Guinevere's POV I tossed around slowly, pulling up the blanket and tucking myself into it. The bed was soft, the covers warm. With everything that had happened, it was nice to finally enjoy a restful night in such a comfortable bed. Wait... bed? Snapping my eyes open, I sat up and looked around. I was in my bed, but the last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the couch. I stared at the couch, piecing it together, and then it hit me. Reagan. With a sigh, I got down from the bed. Today was going to be a good day. It was the day Reagan would stand before everyone to see if the Alpha ring would accept him as the true Alpha. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of his embarrassed face when the ring rejected him and Hayden claimed his rightful title as the true Alpha—and I, his true Luna. My smile widened. God, if only time could move ten times faster. Glancing around the empty room, I made sure there was no sight of Reagan. Satisfied he wasn't around, I pulled off my c
Reagan's POVAlways be nice.Always be kind. Forgive those who hurt you and live your life happily.My mother's words echoed in my mind as I stared down from the balcony, looking at them.I'm sorry, Mother. But I cannot be nice. I can't be kind. And I will never forgive those who have hurt me.My hands clenched as the memories surged—the sound of her desperate cries, the sight of blood pouring from her mouth, and most especially, the way she still looked at my father with love even as she died in his hands.Never.I will never forgive.The scene below seemed distant, almost surreal, as I remembered her final moments. The anguish in her eyes, the helplessness I felt, and the betrayal of a man who should have protected her. My heart hardened, the smirk tugging at my lips fueled by a mix of anger and resolve. I leaned in, watching the drama unfold with a detached curiosity.Andrea was there, clearly hurt by the sight of her beloved Hayden wrapped in Shayla's arms. If only she knew what
Guinevere's POV “Why don’t we say our wishes?” Reagan said, stopping me just as I was about to leave the room. “What?” I turned back to face him, confusion flickering in my eyes. “Remember the bet we made. Tell me what you want me to do if I lose.” I took a step closer, staring directly into his eyes. “If the ring rejects you, I need you to surrender peacefully and apologize to Hayden in front of everyone.” Reagan nodded solemnly. “Deal.” “Now it’s my turn. If the ring accepts me as the true alpha, you must be loyal to me no matter what happens. You must always be on my side,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute. “Okay,” I said, barely concealing my disbelief. I had no intention of taking his words seriously. The ring would never accept a traitor like him. “Is that all?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He smiled, taking another step closer. “You see, I have a little trust issue.” I couldn’t help but scoff. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be saying that.” “I’m a
Reagan POVMum, I did it. “Our true Alpha has arrived!” Grandmother Lana proclaimed, her voice filled with pride and reverence. The hall erupted with the sounds of werewolves howling, their voices echoing off the stone walls in a symphony of triumph. I looked out at the crowd, my eyes seeking her. Amidst the sea of faces, she stood out, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. A smirk tugged at my lips despite the searing pain from the poison coursing through my veins. The ball is in your court, Andrea. What are you going to do? She stared at me, and the moment our eyes locked, she must have seen the flicker of agony I couldn’t completely hide. Determination replaced her shock as she walked towards me, her steps purposeful and unwavering. It was as if time slowed, the noise and movement around us fading into the background. She was the only thing that mattered. Without hesitation, she pulled me in for a kiss. The hall fell silent, the collective gasps and murmurs of the c
Guinevere POV "I hated everything about this stupid party," I thought, forcing a smile as I navigated through the crowd. Inside, I was seething. How could they all switch sides so easily? Hayden was the rightful Alpha. If it weren't for that cursed Alpha ring, Hayden would be standing there, not Reagan. I had hoped to talk my dad out of this madness, but seeing him grinning alongside Reagan made me realize my mum had already convinced him. With a heavy sigh, I gulped down my drink, wishing for this day to end. I moved through the crowd, deliberately keeping my distance from Reagan and his triumphant gaze. Flashes of our kiss earlier kept invading my thoughts. My hands clenched tightly as the image replayed in my mind. Ugh, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs. I hated the kiss, hated the way he looked when we pulled apart, and most of all, I hated the pain and betrayal I saw in Hayden's eyes. As if sensing my turmoil, Hayden walked in. Before he could go any further, I
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
Reagan's POVRya.She stood a few feet away, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something—but no words came out."Rya," I breathed.She quickly blinked back her tears, looking away as she hastily rubbed a hand over her face. "I’m sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop."She turned on her heel, about to leave."Wait," I called out.She froze, her back still turned to me. Her fingers tightened into small fists at her sides, betraying the storm of emotions raging inside her.I took a slow step forward. "Can we talk… please?"She stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, her shoulders rising and falling with each measured breath.Finally, after a long pause, she turned to face me—her eyes still shimmering with unshed tears—and gave a small nod.The garden was quiet except for the steady chirping of crickets and the distant sound of wolves laughing and chattering inside the packhouse.
Reagan’s POVFlashback "Next time, lock the door," Grandmother Lana teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "Duly noted," I muttered, though my ears still burned from earlier. As I walked her toward the grand entrance of the **Shadow Fang Pack house, the cold night air nipped at my skin, sending a chill down my spine. The moon cast a pale glow over the stone pathway, illuminating the gentle yet wise features of the woman who had been a second mother to me. Lana turned to face me, her silver-streaked hair glinting softly under the moonlight. A warm smile tugged at her lips as she raised a wrinkled hand, cupping my cheek. Her touch was gentle yet firm, the way it had always been when I was a child seeking comfort. "You know I'll do anything for you," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "You're Amelia’s boy." Something in my chest tightened. My mother’s boy. That’s what she always called me. I let my eyes flutter shut for j
Guinevere’s POVUgh. I groaned for what felt like the ten-thousandth time, yanking my sweater over my head with jerky movements. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, my heart still hammering from the moment before. Of all times, why now? Why did my Nana have to walk in now, of all moments? I barely had time to recover before I noticed Reagan smirking, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, lips curving into that annoyingly smug smile. Oh, he was enjoying this way too much."Stop it," I muttered, my voice still breathless from our interrupted moment. "I didn’t say anything." His voice was laced with amusement. "Yeah, but your face says it all," I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him. His chuckle was deep and rich, sending an annoying flutter through my stomach. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Let’s go meet Nana quickly," he whispered, voice teasing, "so we can pick up where we left off." My body stiffened as my face flamed
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