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 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
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 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,
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
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