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,
Rya POV“I can’t seem to find him,” Sabrina said, her voice laced with frustration.I stopped pacing abruptly, my nails digging into my palms as I turned to face her. “What do you mean you can’t find him?” The weight of my words hung heavily between us, a sharp edge to my tone as the frustration inside me became unbearable. Hours. It had been *hours* since we learned Reagan had been kidnapped by that lunatic Carlos, and now, our last hope seemed to be slipping away.“You’re a witch,” I said, stepping closer to her, my voice rising. “Use your witch stuff and locate him!”Sabrina glanced at Otis, then back at me, her shoulders tense as she took a slow, steadying breath. “It’s not that simple, okay? I’m trying, but it’s like there’s something—someone—blocking the spell. I just can’t track him.” Her voice cracked, the pressure wearing her down.I scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. “Keep trying.”Otis moved towards me, his face softening in concern. “Rya, maybe we should calm down…”“Cal