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 POVIt had been a week since we returned from Julius's party, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my chest. On the outside, everything seemed normal—Reagan went about his usual activities, keeping busy like nothing had changed. But I couldn't help myself from watching him closely, my mind filled with doubts and worries.Carlos's words from our last conversation kept replaying in my head. They stuck with me, making it hard to focus on anything else. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over: What does Reagan really want? Why did he kill Tony? And why did he pretend to be Hayden on our wedding day?I sat at my desk, my hand moving aimlessly as I scribbled in a notebook. The words I wrote didn’t make any sense. Frustration built up inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore."Ugh!" I slammed the book shut, the sound loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but it didn’t help. The memory of that night with Carlos pushed its way into my
Guinevere's POVI stared at Reagan’s unconscious body, my heart pounding in my chest. What have I done? Panic surged through me as the weight of my actions crashed down like a tidal wave.No.This wasn’t right. I needed to stop this.I spun around to face Carlos, but before I could react, he was on me, using his wolf speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, pressing a cloth over my mouth. My eyes widened, and I struggled, thrashing against him, but my body quickly betrayed me. The world blurred around me, my limbs growing heavy as darkness swallowed me whole.***When my eyes fluttered open, my head throbbed painfully. I winced, taking in my surroundings—no sign of Reagan, no sign of Carlos. “F*cking bastard,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to stand. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I pushed through, making my way back to the Shadow Gang pack house. Every step was a battle, my mind spinning with what had just happened. I was such a fool to trust Carlos. I had
Reagan POVThe pounding in my head was relentless, every throb echoing through my skull as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, blurry vision adjusting to the dim room. Where the hell was I? I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead, heavy and sluggish, as if weighed down by invisible shackles.And then I heard it—footsteps. Slow, deliberate.I blinked, struggling to focus, and when I saw him, rage flared up inside me like a wildfire. Carlos. His smug grin made my blood boil.“How does it feel to be betrayed by the woman you love?” His voice dripped with satisfaction, each word taunting me.I growled, fury coursing through my veins. “Get me out of this,” I spat, trying to lunge at him. But the heavy chains around my wrists held me back, clanking as they pulled me down.Carlos laughed, the sound sharp and grating. “God, I’ve waited for this day,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with twisted excitement. “A day I get to kill you. And oh boy,
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