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 POVWhen we were finally alone, away from the prying eyes and whispers, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around Hayden, desperately needing to feel his warmth, to remember what it felt like to be in his embrace. For a brief moment, he returned the hug, but his body was tense, rigid—nothing like the man I used to know. The silence between us was thick, and it gnawed at me.When I finally pulled away, I moved closer, leaning in for a kiss, seeking the comfort I had missed for so long. But before our lips could touch, Hayden stopped me, placing his hands on my shoulders to gently push me back."Gwen, we can’t," he said, his voice low but firm.His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Embarrassment and hurt flared up inside me, and I quickly stepped back, feeling the sting of rejection burn through me. My heart ached, but I tried to keep my composure."I missed you," I whispered, my voice betraying the vulnerability I tried so hard to hide.Hayden sighed, hi
Reagan’s POVI watched them together, every step they took igniting a fire of anger and betrayal within me. My grip on the glass tightened, the stem creaking under the pressure. It took everything in me not to storm after them, and grab Andrea away from him far away but I couldn’t so I stood there like a hopeless fool watching them leave."Sike, is it just me, or was there some serious tension?" Julius said, his voice casual but his eyes keenly observant.I ignored him, downing the rest of my drink in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol did little to numb the hurt that gnawed at my insides. I needed to get away, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the party, away from the prying eyes and whispering mouths. My feet moved on their own, leading me to the balcony, where the cool night air offered a semblance of relief.Out here, in the quiet solitude, my mind raced. Images of Andrea and Hayden together, laughing, talking, perhaps even embracing, haunted me. My heart twisted at the thoug
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
Guinevere’s POVMy heart raced so loudly that it drowned out every other sound around me. I felt like a nervous teenager confessing my feelings for the first time.Reagan's piercing blue eyes held mine, deep and unwavering, as if he could see into my soul. His hands, warm and strong, cupped my face with such tenderness that it made my knees weak."Andréa," he whispered, my name rolling off his lips like a prayer.We were so close that I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and intoxicating. My pulse quickened, each beat urging him to close the distance between us.He leaned in, his lips brushing mine with a featherlight touch before capturing them fully. His kiss was gentle at first, a soft press that made my stomach flutter. A groan slipped from my lips—one I couldn’t hold back even if I tried. I had waited so long for this moment, for the feel of his lips on mine.“I’ve waited for you to say this,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough with emotion.I couldn’t
Guinevere’s POVOtis glanced at Reagan, then back at me, before clearing his throat. "I’ll leave you two to it," he said, stepping past her and out the door.The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room unnervingly silent."How did it go with the elders?" I asked, my voice steady, though my stomach churned with worry. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway, watching him as he sat at his desk, his jaw tight and his hands clasped in front of him."Good, I think," Reagan said, his tone clipped, avoiding my gaze."Did you tell them about the meeting?"He stilled, the air growing heavy before he replied, "No."The single word hit me like a punch to the gut. My brows furrowed as I straightened. "What?! W...why?"He finally looked at me, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Because I don’t feel comfortable discussing confidential matters with them. What happened at that meeting stays between my pack and me."I stepped closer, my voice rising in frustration. "But if you don’t tell t
Reagan’s POVI stepped into the town hall, my boots clicking against the polished wooden floor as the oppressive silence greeted me. The elders sat in a semi-circle, their expressions varying from stern to outright disdain. It was clear they weren’t thrilled by my presence."You’re late," one of the elders snapped, his tone sharp and accusing.I gave a small, apologetic smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Apologies, but as you’re all aware, I have a pack to lead. Unlike some, I don’t have the luxury of free time."One of the younger elders, his face turning red with fury, looked ready to explode. But before he could, Elder Nicholas, the eldest of them all, placed a calming hand on his shoulder. His silver hair gleamed in the dim light, and his piercing eyes fixed on me, unamused but measured.I smirked, enjoying the tension, and strode to the chair in the center of the room. The scraping sound of the chair as I pulled it back echoed like a challenge. I sat down leisurely, crossing my le
Guinevere’s POVYou know that feeling when you say something so unbelievably stupid, you wish you could rewind time and erase the words before they even left your mouth? That was how I felt right now. No—that was only a fraction of it.My chest tightened as the air between us grew heavy with disbelief, pain, and something far worse: betrayal.Reagan’s expression twisted, his brows furrowed, and his lips parted slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. His green eyes—usually so sharp and filled with fire—now stared at me with a mix of confusion and devastation."What did you just say?" His voice cracked, low and unsteady, as he took a step back."Reagan..." I started, my voice trembling, but the words stuck in my throat like barbed wire."You didn’t do it, right?" he asked, his tone rising, demanding answers. His eyes searched mine desperately, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.I remained quiet, guilt clawing at me like a beast inside. The silence only stretched, suffocating
Reagan's POVThe soft light of the sun spilled gently into the room, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. My eyelids fluttered as I stirred, the ache in my muscles a dull reminder of something I couldn’t yet recall. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the hazy outlines of the room coming into focus.“Ugh…” I groaned, my voice hoarse, my throat dry as sandpaper.“Don’t move too much,” a calm, familiar voice said, laced with concern.I turned my head slightly, wincing as the motion sent a sharp pang through my body. Grandmother Lana stood beside me, her soft gray hair framing a face lined with wisdom and worry. She reached out, her touch steadying me as my body shifted.“Grandmother Lana?” I rasped, blinking hard to focus on her face.“You’re awake,” she said with a small, relieved smile. “But don’t strain yourself just yet.”I tried to sit up, but a sudden weight held me back. My gaze dropped, and my heart sank when I saw the thick, silver chains binding my wrists and ankles. The cold metal
Guinevere's POVAs Hayden’s lips crashed against mine, there was a rush of heat, but something about it felt… off.For days, I had replayed this moment in my mind, imagining how it would feel to have him hold me again, to kiss me with the passion I’d longed for. But now that it was happening, something inside me felt hollow.Why?I tried to push the question aside, to drown out the nagging voice in the back of my mind. Was it because I was furious with Reagan for breaking his promise? No. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t that. The truth was buried somewhere darker, somewhere I refused to explore.“I love Hayden,” I told myself, gripping his shirt tighter. “And I’ll love him alone.”Breaking the kiss for a moment, I looked up into his warm, hazel eyes. His lips were slightly parted, and his breath came in short, shallow bursts. He studied me with an intensity that made my heart ache, as if he could see the war raging inside me.“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but fi
Guinevere's POVIt was supposed to be a night at the party with Reagan. But here I was, standing in the hallway, my patience wearing thin as several pack members stood like stone walls, blocking me from entering his room.“What’s going on?” I demanded, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I strode toward one of them. My voice was firm, laced with irritation.The guard, a tall and broad man with an apologetic expression, stood his ground. “I’m sorry, Luna, but Alpha Reagan instructed that no one enters.”I let out a sharp snort, crossing my arms. “Move. Now,” I said, my tone cold as ice. My gaze locked with his, unyielding.He stood still, unwavering in his spot.My patience snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t step aside, you’ll lose the privilege of using those legs of yours,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.His jaw tightened, but he didn’t budge. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, his voice steady but filled with regret. “I can’t disobey the Alpha’s orders.”I sighed, r