Reagan's POVMy eyes fluttered open, the dim morning light spilling through the curtains. The first thought that filled my mind was her. Andrea.Her image was vivid: those mesmerizing eyes that seemed to hold secrets, her soft lips that I couldn’t stop imagining, the way her brown hair cascaded down her back in effortless waves. I could still see the faint blush on her cheeks and—my throat tightened—the way her thin nightgown had clung to her skin, her hardened nipples teasing through the fabric. A frustrated groan escaped me as I dragged a hand over my face. Damn it. She wasn’t just haunting my dreams anymore—now, even awake, she was all I could think about. If only she knew. If only she understood how much power she had over me. To think she believed I was angry at her was laughable. How could I be? Staying mad at her was impossible when every second of my day was consumed by thoughts of her. I bit my lip, the memory of last night flooding back. I could still see her standing by
Reagan's POV"Different locations, but the same motive," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My voice was quiet, yet the weight of my thoughts made it feel louder in the silence. "This isn’t random, Rya. Someone has a grudge, and they’re making it personal."Rya nodded, her brows furrowed in concern. "That’s what worries me. If this continues, it could spiral into something much bigger. Packs are already uneasy, whispering about hunters or..." She trailed off, her words catching in her throat. Her lips pressed together, as if she was holding back the very thing I didn’t want to hear. I narrowed my eyes at her hesitation. "They think it’s me," I said, finishing the sentence she didn’t dare to. Her shoulders sagged, and she let out a heavy sigh. "And that’s why we’re going to find whoever this asshole is. Before things get worse." I nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling on me. "A room full of werewolves would be the perfect place for him to strike next." "The
Guinevere's POVIt was supposed to be a night at the party with Reagan. But here I was, standing in the hallway, my patience wearing thin as several pack members stood like stone walls, blocking me from entering his room.“What’s going on?” I demanded, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I strode toward one of them. My voice was firm, laced with irritation.The guard, a tall and broad man with an apologetic expression, stood his ground. “I’m sorry, Luna, but Alpha Reagan instructed that no one enters.”I let out a sharp snort, crossing my arms. “Move. Now,” I said, my tone cold as ice. My gaze locked with his, unyielding.He stood still, unwavering in his spot.My patience snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t step aside, you’ll lose the privilege of using those legs of yours,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.His jaw tightened, but he didn’t budge. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, his voice steady but filled with regret. “I can’t disobey the Alpha’s orders.”I sighed, r
Guinevere's POVAs Hayden’s lips crashed against mine, there was a rush of heat, but something about it felt… off.For days, I had replayed this moment in my mind, imagining how it would feel to have him hold me again, to kiss me with the passion I’d longed for. But now that it was happening, something inside me felt hollow.Why?I tried to push the question aside, to drown out the nagging voice in the back of my mind. Was it because I was furious with Reagan for breaking his promise? No. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t that. The truth was buried somewhere darker, somewhere I refused to explore.“I love Hayden,” I told myself, gripping his shirt tighter. “And I’ll love him alone.”Breaking the kiss for a moment, I looked up into his warm, hazel eyes. His lips were slightly parted, and his breath came in short, shallow bursts. He studied me with an intensity that made my heart ache, as if he could see the war raging inside me.“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but fi
Reagan's POVThe soft light of the sun spilled gently into the room, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. My eyelids fluttered as I stirred, the ache in my muscles a dull reminder of something I couldn’t yet recall. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the hazy outlines of the room coming into focus.“Ugh…” I groaned, my voice hoarse, my throat dry as sandpaper.“Don’t move too much,” a calm, familiar voice said, laced with concern.I turned my head slightly, wincing as the motion sent a sharp pang through my body. Grandmother Lana stood beside me, her soft gray hair framing a face lined with wisdom and worry. She reached out, her touch steadying me as my body shifted.“Grandmother Lana?” I rasped, blinking hard to focus on her face.“You’re awake,” she said with a small, relieved smile. “But don’t strain yourself just yet.”I tried to sit up, but a sudden weight held me back. My gaze dropped, and my heart sank when I saw the thick, silver chains binding my wrists and ankles. The cold metal
Guinevere’s POVYou know that feeling when you say something so unbelievably stupid, you wish you could rewind time and erase the words before they even left your mouth? That was how I felt right now. No—that was only a fraction of it.My chest tightened as the air between us grew heavy with disbelief, pain, and something far worse: betrayal.Reagan’s expression twisted, his brows furrowed, and his lips parted slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. His green eyes—usually so sharp and filled with fire—now stared at me with a mix of confusion and devastation."What did you just say?" His voice cracked, low and unsteady, as he took a step back."Reagan..." I started, my voice trembling, but the words stuck in my throat like barbed wire."You didn’t do it, right?" he asked, his tone rising, demanding answers. His eyes searched mine desperately, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.I remained quiet, guilt clawing at me like a beast inside. The silence only stretched, suffocating
Reagan’s POVI stepped into the town hall, my boots clicking against the polished wooden floor as the oppressive silence greeted me. The elders sat in a semi-circle, their expressions varying from stern to outright disdain. It was clear they weren’t thrilled by my presence."You’re late," one of the elders snapped, his tone sharp and accusing.I gave a small, apologetic smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Apologies, but as you’re all aware, I have a pack to lead. Unlike some, I don’t have the luxury of free time."One of the younger elders, his face turning red with fury, looked ready to explode. But before he could, Elder Nicholas, the eldest of them all, placed a calming hand on his shoulder. His silver hair gleamed in the dim light, and his piercing eyes fixed on me, unamused but measured.I smirked, enjoying the tension, and strode to the chair in the center of the room. The scraping sound of the chair as I pulled it back echoed like a challenge. I sat down leisurely, crossing my le
Guinevere’s POVOtis glanced at Reagan, then back at me, before clearing his throat. "I’ll leave you two to it," he said, stepping past her and out the door.The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room unnervingly silent."How did it go with the elders?" I asked, my voice steady, though my stomach churned with worry. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway, watching him as he sat at his desk, his jaw tight and his hands clasped in front of him."Good, I think," Reagan said, his tone clipped, avoiding my gaze."Did you tell them about the meeting?"He stilled, the air growing heavy before he replied, "No."The single word hit me like a punch to the gut. My brows furrowed as I straightened. "What?! W...why?"He finally looked at me, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Because I don’t feel comfortable discussing confidential matters with them. What happened at that meeting stays between my pack and me."I stepped closer, my voice rising in frustration. "But if you don’t tell t
Guinevere's POVThe endless pacing had left me drained, my mind a whirlwind of frustration and determination. The sleepless night did nothing to dull the fire burning within me—I had to meet the caller. With Reagan missing and only four days until vindication with the council, I had no other choice. The burden fell on my shoulders. I was the daughter of the Crescent Moon Pack, and I could handle anything thrown my way.As I entered the abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with dust and dampness. The broken windows allowed slivers of moonlight to cast eerie shadows across the space. I scanned the room, my senses on high alert.Psychopaths and their love for abandoned warehouses, I thought bitterly.A voice emerged from the shadows, smooth but tinged with mockery. "You made it.""Of course." My voice was steady, though my fists clenched. "You didn’t think I’d chicken out, did you?""Never," he replied with a chuckle. "I’ve always admired your courage, Gwen."My eyes narrowed. "Yeah? S
Guienevere's POVThis is insane, I thought as I paced the length of my room, the anxiety clawing at my chest like an unrelenting beast. How could everything be so calm? How could Reagan act as if his life wasn’t hanging by a thread? His nonchalance wasn’t just infuriating; it was maddening. Something wasn’t right. I felt it deep in my bones, an unshakable sense of dread that wouldn’t let me rest. If Reagan wasn’t going to take this seriously, then I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. Without a second thought, I grabbed my coat and made my way to the Crescent Howl Pack. The journey felt both agonizingly long and painfully brief as my mind raced with all the possibilities. By the time I arrived, the sight of the familiar estate brought a wave of mixed emotions—relief, fear, and a touch of nostalgia. As I stepped into the pack house, my sister Gail ran up to me, wrapping me in a tight, almost suffocating hug. “Woah,” I said with a laugh, “didn’t know I was misse
Guinevere’s POVMy heart raced so loudly that it drowned out every other sound around me. I felt like a nervous teenager confessing my feelings for the first time.Reagan's piercing blue eyes held mine, deep and unwavering, as if he could see into my soul. His hands, warm and strong, cupped my face with such tenderness that it made my knees weak."Andréa," he whispered, my name rolling off his lips like a prayer.We were so close that I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and intoxicating. My pulse quickened, each beat urging him to close the distance between us.He leaned in, his lips brushing mine with a featherlight touch before capturing them fully. His kiss was gentle at first, a soft press that made my stomach flutter. A groan slipped from my lips—one I couldn’t hold back even if I tried. I had waited so long for this moment, for the feel of his lips on mine.“I’ve waited for you to say this,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough with emotion.I couldn’t
Guinevere’s POVOtis glanced at Reagan, then back at me, before clearing his throat. "I’ll leave you two to it," he said, stepping past her and out the door.The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room unnervingly silent."How did it go with the elders?" I asked, my voice steady, though my stomach churned with worry. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway, watching him as he sat at his desk, his jaw tight and his hands clasped in front of him."Good, I think," Reagan said, his tone clipped, avoiding my gaze."Did you tell them about the meeting?"He stilled, the air growing heavy before he replied, "No."The single word hit me like a punch to the gut. My brows furrowed as I straightened. "What?! W...why?"He finally looked at me, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Because I don’t feel comfortable discussing confidential matters with them. What happened at that meeting stays between my pack and me."I stepped closer, my voice rising in frustration. "But if you don’t tell t
Reagan’s POVI stepped into the town hall, my boots clicking against the polished wooden floor as the oppressive silence greeted me. The elders sat in a semi-circle, their expressions varying from stern to outright disdain. It was clear they weren’t thrilled by my presence."You’re late," one of the elders snapped, his tone sharp and accusing.I gave a small, apologetic smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Apologies, but as you’re all aware, I have a pack to lead. Unlike some, I don’t have the luxury of free time."One of the younger elders, his face turning red with fury, looked ready to explode. But before he could, Elder Nicholas, the eldest of them all, placed a calming hand on his shoulder. His silver hair gleamed in the dim light, and his piercing eyes fixed on me, unamused but measured.I smirked, enjoying the tension, and strode to the chair in the center of the room. The scraping sound of the chair as I pulled it back echoed like a challenge. I sat down leisurely, crossing my le
Guinevere’s POVYou know that feeling when you say something so unbelievably stupid, you wish you could rewind time and erase the words before they even left your mouth? That was how I felt right now. No—that was only a fraction of it.My chest tightened as the air between us grew heavy with disbelief, pain, and something far worse: betrayal.Reagan’s expression twisted, his brows furrowed, and his lips parted slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. His green eyes—usually so sharp and filled with fire—now stared at me with a mix of confusion and devastation."What did you just say?" His voice cracked, low and unsteady, as he took a step back."Reagan..." I started, my voice trembling, but the words stuck in my throat like barbed wire."You didn’t do it, right?" he asked, his tone rising, demanding answers. His eyes searched mine desperately, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.I remained quiet, guilt clawing at me like a beast inside. The silence only stretched, suffocating
Reagan's POVThe soft light of the sun spilled gently into the room, bathing everything in a warm golden glow. My eyelids fluttered as I stirred, the ache in my muscles a dull reminder of something I couldn’t yet recall. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the hazy outlines of the room coming into focus.“Ugh…” I groaned, my voice hoarse, my throat dry as sandpaper.“Don’t move too much,” a calm, familiar voice said, laced with concern.I turned my head slightly, wincing as the motion sent a sharp pang through my body. Grandmother Lana stood beside me, her soft gray hair framing a face lined with wisdom and worry. She reached out, her touch steadying me as my body shifted.“Grandmother Lana?” I rasped, blinking hard to focus on her face.“You’re awake,” she said with a small, relieved smile. “But don’t strain yourself just yet.”I tried to sit up, but a sudden weight held me back. My gaze dropped, and my heart sank when I saw the thick, silver chains binding my wrists and ankles. The cold metal
Guinevere's POVAs Hayden’s lips crashed against mine, there was a rush of heat, but something about it felt… off.For days, I had replayed this moment in my mind, imagining how it would feel to have him hold me again, to kiss me with the passion I’d longed for. But now that it was happening, something inside me felt hollow.Why?I tried to push the question aside, to drown out the nagging voice in the back of my mind. Was it because I was furious with Reagan for breaking his promise? No. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t that. The truth was buried somewhere darker, somewhere I refused to explore.“I love Hayden,” I told myself, gripping his shirt tighter. “And I’ll love him alone.”Breaking the kiss for a moment, I looked up into his warm, hazel eyes. His lips were slightly parted, and his breath came in short, shallow bursts. He studied me with an intensity that made my heart ache, as if he could see the war raging inside me.“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, my voice trembling but fi
Guinevere's POVIt was supposed to be a night at the party with Reagan. But here I was, standing in the hallway, my patience wearing thin as several pack members stood like stone walls, blocking me from entering his room.“What’s going on?” I demanded, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I strode toward one of them. My voice was firm, laced with irritation.The guard, a tall and broad man with an apologetic expression, stood his ground. “I’m sorry, Luna, but Alpha Reagan instructed that no one enters.”I let out a sharp snort, crossing my arms. “Move. Now,” I said, my tone cold as ice. My gaze locked with his, unyielding.He stood still, unwavering in his spot.My patience snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t step aside, you’ll lose the privilege of using those legs of yours,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.His jaw tightened, but he didn’t budge. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he said, his voice steady but filled with regret. “I can’t disobey the Alpha’s orders.”I sighed, r