Guinevere’s POVThe Rituals had been done under the moon, blessed by the moon goddess herself. I had become one with my mate, my one and only love, Hayden Perez.“I love you,” I whispered to him, my voice barely audible over the night’s gentle breeze. “And I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”STOP!!!Someone yelled from the back I turned my eyes widened as I saw Hayden standing there.“What the hell” I muttered.If Hayden was there, then who was the man standing in front of me? Slowly, deliberately, he pulled off his mask, revealing a sinister smile that sent a shiver down my spine. A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, their murmurs filled with fear and confusion. My blood turned to ice as I locked eyes with the man’s cold, piercing blue gaze.NoIt couldn’t be. I had just been mated to the most Heartless and Dangerous RogueReagan Keon****I felt his soft breaths on my cheeks as he snuggled closer, the gentle rising and falling of his chest, a steady rhythm that matched the
Guinevere POVI would say my love for Hayden was love at first sight. Being both Alpha’s children and heirs, there was a connection I felt the moment we first met, and I knew he was the one for me. Growing up together, there was always a comparison between us; being children of such great Alphas, we were given a responsibility that no other kids had experienced. Whenever I felt down, Hayden was there—he was like a light in a tunnel, a happy place to go where I never felt lost. He never judged me and saw me for who I am.I could never forget the day I was chosen to be his Mate. I couldn’t express the feeling I felt. It was as if the moon goddess was rooting for me by giving me the best mate. And now we get to spend forever together.“You look so beautiful,” Shayla exclaimed, entering the room with my sister Abagail in tow.“You’re okay,” Gail added with a shudder, her unique way of expressing admiration. I couldn’t help but smile at her familiar teasing.“Thanks, Gail,” I replied with
Reagan POV"Ugh," the woman's groans grew louder with each step I took down the dimly lit corridor."It should be me," she said breathlessly as she kissed him, her voice a mixture of longing and frustration. "I should be the one there.""Don't worry," Hayden replied, his voice low and filled with deceit. "Once this darn ceremony is over, I'll reject her and make you mine," he said, returning her kiss with equal fervor."Ugh," she moaned again, their soft gasps filling the room. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls, a symphony of betrayal.I rested my head against the door frame, watching them through the creak. They were too preoccupied with their illicit affair to even notice my presence.Clap. Clap. Clap.The sound of my slow applause cut through the room like a knife. They jolted apart, their eyes wide with panic as they scrambled to pull on their clothes."What the hell," Hayden spat, his teeth clenched in fury as he saw me standing there."I couldn't h
Guinevere POV"What's the meaning of this?" My father's voice thundered through the room, his fury directed at Alpha Lance.Alpha Lance looked stricken, his usual composure shattered. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his regret evident."Sorry isn't going to fix this!" My father roared, pacing back and forth, his anger palpable."Geoffrey, calm down," my mother urged, her voice soothing yet firm. "The ceremony has been performed; there's nothing we can do now.""No," I interjected, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. How could she even say that? "I'm going to reject him. I love Hayden, and I'll do whatever it takes to get him back.""You can't, Guinevere," my mother said gently, but with a hint of sadness. "It's not that simple, especially after the ceremony has taken place."I ignored her, turning instead to Grandmother Lana, a flicker of hope in my eyes. "There is a way, right?" I pleaded.She sighed deeply, the weight of her years and wisdom evident. "The ceremony has
Reagan's POVI stared at the ceiling, her soft breathing filling the room. A gentle reminder of her presence. I turned to look at her, curled up on the couch. How could she sleep so peacefully on that small, uncomfortable piece of furniture? The couch seemed to barely contain her, yet she looked serene as if it were the most comfortable place in the world.Whatever.I laid back down, pulled the blanket up to my chest, and shut my eyes, willing myself to sleep. The events of the day replayed in my mind, each moment making it harder to find rest.Damn it.My eyes snapped open, staring at the dark ceiling once more.EarlierI watched as she looked away from my gaze, giving me space as if she were afraid I might contaminate her. I pulled off my shirt, feeling her eyes on me. She tried to look away, but her gaze slowly ran over my exposed chest, lingering on the large, jagged scar on my chest."Are you done staring?" I asked with a smirk, breaking the tense silence.She cleared her throat,
Guinevere's POV I tossed around slowly, pulling up the blanket and tucking myself into it. The bed was soft, the covers warm. With everything that had happened, it was nice to finally enjoy a restful night in such a comfortable bed. Wait... bed? Snapping my eyes open, I sat up and looked around. I was in my bed, but the last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the couch. I stared at the couch, piecing it together, and then it hit me. Reagan. With a sigh, I got down from the bed. Today was going to be a good day. It was the day Reagan would stand before everyone to see if the Alpha ring would accept him as the true Alpha. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of his embarrassed face when the ring rejected him and Hayden claimed his rightful title as the true Alpha—and I, his true Luna. My smile widened. God, if only time could move ten times faster. Glancing around the empty room, I made sure there was no sight of Reagan. Satisfied he wasn't around, I pulled off my c
Reagan's POVAlways be nice.Always be kind. Forgive those who hurt you and live your life happily.My mother's words echoed in my mind as I stared down from the balcony, looking at them.I'm sorry, Mother. But I cannot be nice. I can't be kind. And I will never forgive those who have hurt me.My hands clenched as the memories surged—the sound of her desperate cries, the sight of blood pouring from her mouth, and most especially, the way she still looked at my father with love even as she died in his hands.Never.I will never forgive.The scene below seemed distant, almost surreal, as I remembered her final moments. The anguish in her eyes, the helplessness I felt, and the betrayal of a man who should have protected her. My heart hardened, the smirk tugging at my lips fueled by a mix of anger and resolve. I leaned in, watching the drama unfold with a detached curiosity.Andrea was there, clearly hurt by the sight of her beloved Hayden wrapped in Shayla's arms. If only she knew what
Guinevere's POV “Why don’t we say our wishes?” Reagan said, stopping me just as I was about to leave the room. “What?” I turned back to face him, confusion flickering in my eyes. “Remember the bet we made. Tell me what you want me to do if I lose.” I took a step closer, staring directly into his eyes. “If the ring rejects you, I need you to surrender peacefully and apologize to Hayden in front of everyone.” Reagan nodded solemnly. “Deal.” “Now it’s my turn. If the ring accepts me as the true alpha, you must be loyal to me no matter what happens. You must always be on my side,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute. “Okay,” I said, barely concealing my disbelief. I had no intention of taking his words seriously. The ring would never accept a traitor like him. “Is that all?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He smiled, taking another step closer. “You see, I have a little trust issue.” I couldn’t help but scoff. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be saying that.” “I’m a
Guinevere's POV“God, I hate him!” I burst out as I barged into Alex's house, tossing my jacket on a nearby chair.Alex looked up, surprised, crossing her arms. “I get that he’s mad, but does he have to be such an asshole?” I fumed, pacing the room.“Ugh, I just want to…” My words trailed off as I noticed Alex standing in a short robe, her arms folded. Behind her, a shirtless man was reaching for his shirt, a slight smirk on his face.“Oh, I’m...so sorry.” I stammered, instantly regretting my dramatic entrance.“It’s fine,” Alex said, shrugging with a playful smile.The man chuckled, pulling on his shirt. “I should be going,” he said, leaning down to give Alex a quick kiss before slipping out the door.As soon as he was gone, I grimaced, my cheeks hot. “I’m so sorry, Alex, I didn’t know you had company.”She waved her hand, unbothered. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll just have an excuse to see him again.” She winked, then motioned for me to sit down on the couch. “Now, let’s get to it. Why
Guinevere's POVThe 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
Reagan's POV“A…” I started, but before I could say more, she interrupted me with a soft chuckle.“You actually answered,” Andrea murmured, her voice faint, tinged with disbelief. “Here I was thinking you wouldn’t, considering you’ve been avoiding me.” There was a softness to her words, the hint of sadness buried beneath her attempt at lightness.I could hear the loud background music through the phone, telling me exactly where she was. A familiar heaviness settled in my chest. "Stay there, I'm coming," I said before hanging up.I stood for a moment, taking a deep breath before I walked out of the room.***As soon as I entered the bar, the loud music hit me, mixing with the smell of alcohol and sweat. My eyes quickly found Jacob, standing nearby, his posture rigid. Across from him, slumped at a table, was Andrea, drinking alone."How is she?" I asked, keeping my voice low as I approached.Jacob's gaze flicked to Andrea before answering, "She’s been here a while… won’t talk to anyone,
Reagan's POVWeeks had passed since the incident with Carlos, and yet, the distance between me and Andrea remained like an insurmountable wall. No matter what I did, I couldn’t hate her. I had tried—tried to pull away, tried to sever the connection we once shared, hoping that the space between us would help my feelings die. But it was futile. Wherever I was, her presence haunted me. I ached to hold her, to pull her close, to feel her soft lips on mine.Every time I saw her in the hallway, the regret in her eyes was unmistakable. She was sorry, that much was clear. The way she offered small smiles, her little efforts to say "hi" in passing—it all spoke of her remorse. But no matter how much I wanted to close the gap, I couldn’t. Not because of the betrayal, but because of something far more dangerous.I sighed, pulling my shirt down to reveal the mark on my chest. The cursed mark. I had hoped, after Amy’s spell was interrupted, that the hex hadn’t taken root. But as the days passed, th
Guinevere's POVIt had been weeks since Reagan last spoke to me. Each day passed in agonizing silence, the weight of his absence pressing heavily on my chest. He carried on with his life, attending meetings, traveling for business concerning the pack, and yet... he never once looked at me. Not a glance, not a word. He made sure to avoid me entirely, no matter where we were, as though I no longer existed.And for reasons I couldn’t explain, that emptiness, that void where his attention used to be, left my heart feeling stifled, as though something vital had been ripped away.I knew I had hurt him. I knew I deserved his anger, his rejection. But this silence, this coldness—it was unbearable. And as my punishment, Jacob was assigned to be my constant shadow, like a watchdog. His presence, hovering behind me, was a constant reminder of Reagan’s mistrust. Every step I took, Jacob was there, his eyes never leaving me. I had proven I couldn’t be trusted, and now, I was under constant surveil
Gwen's POVI paced around the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every second felt like an eternity of misery. What was I supposed to do? Should I walk out and face him? Who could I possibly ask for help in a situation like this? It was all my fault.I raked my fingers through my hair, groaning in frustration. If only I had listened to Reagan—if only I had given him the chance to explain before things spiraled out of control. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting in my stomach until it was unbearable.Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, footsteps entering the house. The familiar scent hit me before I even saw him.Reagan.I dashed out of my room, my heart pounding as I ran to meet him. But the moment I laid eyes on him, my heart shattered into pieces. He was covered in blood—his clothes, his skin, his hands—all smeared in crimson. He looked drained, barely holding himself together, but what hurt me the most was the rage burning in his eyes."Reag—" I started, my voice trembling.
Reagan's POV We circled each other like predators in a deadly dance—myself, Otis, and Carlos—each of us tense, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Carlos glanced at me, then flicked his gaze to Otis, his lips curling into a smug grin."Well, this seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Two against one? I’d say that’s cheating," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.I smirked, enjoying the way his anger simmered beneath the surface. "If you’re such a coward," I began, my tone casual but cutting, "then just ask." I glanced over at Otis and gave a sharp nod. "Stand down."Otis hesitated, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Reagan, you can’t be serious—"I cut him off, my voice firm and unyielding. "You don’t intervene. Even if Carlos is slitting my throat, you don’t move." My words barely left my lips when Carlos lunged forward, his fist connecting with my jaw in a brutal blow that sent me crashing into the wall.I groaned as I pulled myself up from the ground. Carlos laughed,
Reagan POV"Good, you're awake," Carlos said, his voice dripping with malice as I forced my eyes open, my head pounding and body weak. My wrists ached from the chains, tightly wrapped around me, biting into my skin. Every breath I took felt labored, as if the air in the room had thickened with the weight of dread.I lifted my head, locking eyes with him. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the exhaustion evident in every word.Carlos smiled—a chilling, twisted grin that sent a cold shiver down my spine. "I thought that was clear," he said, his gaze shifting to the figure standing beside him, the woman from earlier. "You do remember my friend, right?" He gestured toward her with a sickening nonchalance.I narrowed my eyes at her, recognition dawning as my heart raced. "Just in case you've forgotten," Carlos continued, "this is Amy. A very good friend of mine. And you see, Amy here is going to help me put a hex on you." His grin widened, eyes gleaming with a sa
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