Reagan POVMum, I did it. “Our true Alpha has arrived!” Grandmother Lana proclaimed, her voice filled with pride and reverence. The hall erupted with the sounds of werewolves howling, their voices echoing off the stone walls in a symphony of triumph. I looked out at the crowd, my eyes seeking her. Amidst the sea of faces, she stood out, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. A smirk tugged at my lips despite the searing pain from the poison coursing through my veins. The ball is in your court, Andrea. What are you going to do? She stared at me, and the moment our eyes locked, she must have seen the flicker of agony I couldn’t completely hide. Determination replaced her shock as she walked towards me, her steps purposeful and unwavering. It was as if time slowed, the noise and movement around us fading into the background. She was the only thing that mattered. Without hesitation, she pulled me in for a kiss. The hall fell silent, the collective gasps and murmurs of the c
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
Reagan's POVIs that how she looked at me? A monster? I murmured to myself, my eyes lingering on Andrea's peaceful face as she slept. Gently, I tucked the strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear.I'd been called many things: monster, bastard child, murderer, the devil. Over time, I'd grown a thick skin, letting those names bounce off me. But hearing such hurtful words from her stung in a way I hadn't expected.No, I shouldn't care. It was better if she saw me this way. Despising me would keep her at a distance, which was exactly where she needed to be."Do you plan on moping beside her all night?" a familiar voice broke through my thoughts.A grin tugged at my lips. I knew that voice—a voice I had missed dearly. Turning, I saw my best friend and beta, Rya, standing in the doorway, her grin as wide as ever."Welcome back, Alpha," she said, wrapping me in a hug."It's good to see you," I replied, returning the embrace.She pulled away and glanced at Andrea on the
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
Guinevere's POVI had managed a day without succumbing to the maddening desire for Reagan, but the more I resisted, the stronger the craving grew. Desperation had driven me to reach out to Hayden, hoping a night with him would quench the heat. But there was no response.My phone beeped, and I grabbed it, only to be disappointed once again. Hayden had left my message unanswered. Was he still mad? Frustration gnawed at me. No matter how hard I tried to relieve myself, my body still craved Reagan, and eventually, I gave in to the overwhelming desire."I want you to f**k me," I blurted out, the words escaping almost involuntarily. My mind was a fog, and I couldn't blame myself for losing control.Immediately, Reagan's lips crashed onto mine with a hunger that took me by surprise. The desire I had expected to diminish instead intensified tenfold. His kisses were ravenous, full of urgency and impatience, as if he had been starving for this moment. We moved toward the bed, our mouths locked
Guinevere's POVI knew I should stop and end this, but shamelessly, I wanted more—more of him, more of his touch. Without thinking, I pulled him closer and kissed him. The kiss was fiery, his lips demanding and insistent against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, massaging them with a skill that made me groan in pleasure."Ugh," I groaned, my voice desperate. "I want you," I blurted out, unable to hold back any longer.Reagan's eyes darkened with an intensity that made my heart race. He didn't hesitate. His hands moved to his clothes, and in a flurry of motion, he shed every layer, flinging them carelessly to the ground. His body, now fully exposed, was a masterpiece of strength and raw power. The sight of him made my breath hitch and my pulse quicken.As much as I hated to admit it he was really big."You can keep staring," he said with a teasing grin that sent a rush of heat to my cheeks.I remained quiet embarrassed by the fact I had been caught staring.I watched intently as Rea
Reagan's POV The loud thud of Hayden's fist collided with my face, making me stumble back. Pain radiated through my cheek, and I could taste the metallic tang of blood. Hayden's eyes blazed with a fury. He scoffed, looking down at me with disdain. We were, thirteen, father had just begun training us, preparing us for the day we would shift to our wolf form. As a bastard child, I had always tried my best to please my father. I studied twice as hard, practiced from morning till night, all in the hopes of earning a rare smile from him. I never realized that my hard work was breeding resentment in Hayden. Hayden grabbed my shirt, his jaw clenched tight as he spat out, "You think you're some great person just because you beat me? You want to steal my place as the next Alpha, huh?" "Hayden, I would ne—" Another blow cut off my words, blood spilling from my split lip. "This is your last warning," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Next time, I'll kill you." He released me with a sho
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