Reagan's POV
I 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.
Earlier
I 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, her cheeks flushing despite her best efforts to hide it.
Why did she always have to be so cute?
Walking over to the bed, I paused and turned to look at her. "Are you not coming to bed?"
She turned, looking at me with so much spite. "You must think I'm crazy to stay in the same bed with you."
I couldn't help but smirk. "We're married. We can lie on the same bed."
"Married?" She scoffed, the word dripping with sarcasm. "Well, just for tonight," she muttered under her breath.
I watched as she walked over to the bed, her movements deliberate. She picked up a pillow and, with a determined look, walked over to the couch. "You can sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Fine," I replied, lying on the bed. If she wanted the couch, then she could have it.
I heard her light scoff as she walked into the bathroom, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet room. When she returned there was a brief pause, and I could have sworn I felt her gaze lingering on my back, a hesitant, almost palpable weight. After a moment, the gentle rustle of her clothes reached my ears, the soft fabric brushing against her skin as she undressed.
A smile formed on my lips as the realization dawned on me: she was waiting to see if I had fallen asleep before changing.
The temptation to get up and walk over to her, to touch her and show her what it really means to be pleased, was almost overwhelming. I could picture her startled expression, the way her skin would flush under my touch. My mind wandered, imagining the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the softness of her skin.
With a deep breath, I forced my eyes shut, trying to get the thoughts of her naked body out of my mind.
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I got up from my bed and walked over to where she lay, sleeping so peacefully, her body curled up in the small space of the couch. She looked so stubborn, clinging to her pride even in her sleep.
I couldn't help but stare at her face, taking in every delicate detail. Her long brown hair cascaded down her body, with some strands lightly resting on her face from her small movements on the couch. Her long lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, and her soft breaths came out in gentle, rhythmic sighs. I lingered on her lips, desiring to capture them with mine, wondering how they would feel against my own.
My eyes roamed over every part of her face, taking in the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft blush of her cheeks, and the slight furrow of her brow that seemed to soften as she slept. I remembered the moment I saw her in the hall, how for a brief instant, it felt like everything around me vanished, and it was just her standing there. She was so beautiful that it felt like she was taking my breath away. I had thought that seeing her again would be different, that maybe the intensity of my feelings would have dulled. But they hadn't. She still had the same impact on me, just as powerful as the first day I saw her.
With a frustrating sigh, I ran my hand through my hair, trying to dispel the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me. I couldn't let these feelings get in my way. I had to stay focused, to keep my resolve.
Gently, I lifted her, feeling the warmth of her body against my arms as I placed her more comfortably on the couch. I tucked her in with the blanket, making sure she was snug and warm. She shifted slightly, murmuring something incomprehensible, but remained asleep.
Things had to remain this way. She had to continue hating me. It was the only way for my plan to work.
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
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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
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Guinevere POV "I hated everything about this stupid party," I thought, forcing a smile as I navigated through the crowd. Inside, I was seething. How could they all switch sides so easily? Hayden was the rightful Alpha. If it weren't for that cursed Alpha ring, Hayden would be standing there, not Reagan. I had hoped to talk my dad out of this madness, but seeing him grinning alongside Reagan made me realize my mum had already convinced him. With a heavy sigh, I gulped down my drink, wishing for this day to end. I moved through the crowd, deliberately keeping my distance from Reagan and his triumphant gaze. Flashes of our kiss earlier kept invading my thoughts. My hands clenched tightly as the image replayed in my mind. Ugh, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs. I hated the kiss, hated the way he looked when we pulled apart, and most of all, I hated the pain and betrayal I saw in Hayden's eyes. As if sensing my turmoil, Hayden walked in. Before he could go any further, I
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Guinevere's POVI bit my cheeks as I tried to suppress the anger bubbling within me. Why did he have to be so infuriating? What gave him the audacity to think he could just bring me here and lock me up? Ugh, I wanted to slam his face against the wall, but as much as I wished to do that, I knew I couldn’t. Reagan was one to keep his word, and no matter how pissed I was, I couldn’t act recklessly and endanger innocent lives. So, reluctantly, I said, "Fine."A smile tugged at his lips, and he slowly released his grip on me. "I’m glad we’re on the same page."More like I had no choice"The Crimson Pack is always welcome here. I have some meetings to attend to. Make yourself at home," he said with a grin as he turned to leave.Once he was out, I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it at the top of my lungs until I felt a little better. Flopping onto the bed, I stared at the ceiling. Was this really how my life would be? Trapped with Reagan forever. I wondered about Hayden and how sad he mus
Reagan's POVWalking into the room, her scent enveloped me, intensifying my desire for her. From the way she looked at me, I was certain she felt the same way. Her eyes were wide, betraying a mixture of confusion and longing. I took a step closer until we were mere inches apart. She glared at me, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly.I leaned in, my voice a low murmur. "Are you okay? You seem pretty down," I teased, a sly smile playing at my lips."I'm fine," she snapped, her voice cold, but her eyes betrayed her. She took a step back, and immediately, I stepped forward, closing the gap. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see her struggle to maintain her composure. Being this close to her made me feel like I was losing my mind. My gaze fell to her flushed pink lips. I wanted to suck on them, to bite them until she screamed my name.She licked her lips, a subconscious gesture that drove me wild. I glanced back at her and saw the unmistakable lust in her eyes. A