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 POVMy hands trembled as I carefully applied balm to Reagan’s split lips, the sight of his bruised face only fueling the anger burning inside me. How could this night have spiraled so out of control? My mind was still reeling from the confrontation with Hayden, and now, walking in on Reagan getting beaten to a pulp, it was too much.“How dare him,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with barely contained rage.To think the night could get any worse, first with Hayden, and now this.Reagan’s lips twitched into a smile, despite the pain I knew he must be feeling. “If you keep tightening your brows like that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he teased, his voice soft but playful.How could he smile after what just happened? It baffled me. My frustration peaked, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to calm myself.“Andrea?” Reagan’s voice was gentle, coaxing me to turn back to him. His eyes searched my face, concern etched in e
Guinevere’s POVThe pounding rhythm of loud music reverberated through the air as we walked into the bar, the vibrant energy of the place hitting us like a wave. Neon lights bathed the room in hues of red and blue, casting playful shadows on the walls as the crowd danced and mingled. The scent of alcohol and sweat mingled in the air, and the sound of laughter and chatter added to the lively atmosphere.I led Reagan to a corner table, sliding into a seat and gesturing for him to join me. He sat down, his expression a mixture of reluctance and mild annoyance. His arms were crossed, and he surveyed the scene with a raised brow, clearly unimpressed.“Well,” I said, leaning back in my chair with a playful grin. “What do you think?”Reagan sighed, his brows knitting together as he glanced around the bar. His posture remained stiff, his body language practically screaming discomfort. “I would have preferred to be in my bed, fast asleep,” he admitted, his voice low, “rather than being surround
Guinevere's POVThe music pulsed through the room, blending with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses, but all of it faded into the background as Reagan and I settled into our own little world. Maybe it was the alcohol loosening my nerves, or maybe it was the ease with which Reagan and I bantered, but I found myself relaxing, genuinely enjoying the conversation with him.“I did not!” I protested, laughing as I took another sip of my drink.Reagan leaned back, a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh, you absolutely did. If I remember correctly—and I do—you cried all night because you lost the battle with Nora.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “In my defense, I was only ten.”He smirked, taking a slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something in his gaze that made me feel exposed, like he could see through the bravado to the vulnerable girl I used to be. His eyes twinkled with amusement, but there was also a depth there, something I couldn’t quite place