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
Reagan's POVThe ride to the hotel was torture. Every second felt like an eternity as I sat there, burning with the need to hold her, to kiss every inch of her, to hear her scream my name in pleasure. But with the old man behind the wheel, I had to keep myself in check, which felt impossible with Andrea so close, her scent filling the small space, driving me to the brink of madness.When we finally arrived, I barely managed to keep it together. I tossed the driver more money than I intended, not caring about the change, and quickly grabbed Andrea’s hand. We rushed into the hotel, practically running to the elevator. As the doors closed, leaving us alone, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.But Andrea had other plans.Before I could even process what was happening, she grabbed my hands and slammed me against the elevator wall, her lips crashing into mine with a fierce hunger that matched my own. A smile tugged at my lips as I kissed her back, hard and deman
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