Chapter 58

Guinevere's POV

The soft light filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as I turned over, my body sinking into the sheets. I blinked slowly, feeling groggy as my eyes adjusted to the light. My head throbbed with a dull ache that only seemed to worsen as I sat up.

"Ugh," I groaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead. "I really need to stop drinking that damn wolf alcohol."

As I glanced around the room, a wave of confusion hit me. This was my room at the Shadow Fang pack house. But the last thing I remembered was being at the bar, drowning in alcohol. How did I—

My breath caught, and my eyes widened as the memories from last night flooded back. The feel of his hands on mine. His soft lips, the taste of him still fresh in my mind.

"Please, Reagan... kiss me."

I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, the muffled sound doing little to calm the storm inside me.

"How could I?!" I muttered, my face burning with shame as I threw the pillow across the room. What the