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 POVHis scent filled the room, a heady mix of musk and desire that sent shivers down my spine. Every inch of me was aware of him—the heat radiating from his body, the roughness of his hands as they explored my skin, and the relentless motion of his tongue as it flicked over my nipples, teasing and torturing me with a pleasure so intense I could hardly breathe."Ahhh, Re... Reagan," I moaned, my voice trembling with need. I was so close—so achingly close. My back arched involuntarily, pushing my chest further into his mouth as his tongue continued its wicked dance. I could feel myself unraveling, my body responding shamelessly to every touch, every swirl of his tongue that sent electric currents surging through me.I didn't care who could hear us, who might be aware of the cries spilling from my lips as I called out his name, each syllable a testament to the ecstasy he was drawing from me. I was lost, completely and utterly lost in him."I'm so cl... Ahhhh!" The words disso
"You're so beautiful," Reagan whispered, his voice rough with emotion as he moved slowly inside me. His eyes were dark and intense, locked onto mine as he poured every ounce of his feelings into each deliberate thrust. "Ugggh, my wife is so beautiful," he murmured again, his breath hot against my lips before he pressed a tender kiss to them.His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the sincerity in every syllable. "I don't deserve you, Andrea," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of reverence and guilt. "You're too good for me."I grabbed his face, cupping his strong jaw in my hands and pulling him closer for a deep, searing kiss. He groaned softly against my lips, and I could feel the smile spreading across his face as he kissed me back with equal fervor. His hands tightened on my hips, drawing me even closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between us.Finally, he pulled away for some breaths leaving our faces inches apart as he gazed into my e
Guinevere's POVI Love youReagan’s words echoed in my mind as I slowly woke up. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the soft light filtering through the curtains. The remnants of last night’s passion were all around me—clothes strewn across the floor, books knocked off the shelves, and an undeniable sense of intimacy hanging in the air.I groaned softly, my hand pressing against my throbbing head as I sat up. My body ached deliciously, a reminder of just how intense last night had been. Heat rose to my cheeks as flashes of being bent over by Reagan came rushing back. My pulse quickened at the memory, but something else crept in—where was Reagan?A sense of unease washed over me as I scanned the room. The bed was empty, sheets tangled and rumpled from our restless night. I reached down, picking up Reagan's shirt, slipping it over my shoulders as I moved out of the bedroom.Padding quietly into the kitchen, I found him there, completely absorbed in whatever he was doing at the stove. He
Guinevere's POV"An emergency came up, and I have to head south," Reagan said, his voice laced with urgency. “What happened?” I asked, stepping closer to him, my eyes searching his face for any clue about the situation.“Apparently, an illness seems to have broken out in Crescent Pack,” he explained, his tone serious as he ran a hand through his hair, a habit I knew he had when he was stressed.“No, that’s bad. I should come with you,” I offered, my voice firm as I reached out, my hand instinctively brushing against his arm.Reagan’s gaze softened at my concern, but he shook his head gently, his hand covering mine. “No, you should head back to the pack. We’ve been gone, and though I trust Rya, they need the supervision of their Luna,” he said, his voice steady yet tender. His thumb traced small circles on the back of my hand, trying to reassure me.I nodded slowly, realizing he was right. My duties as Luna couldn’t be neglected, especially now. “Be safe,” I whispered, my voice betray
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