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
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
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