All Chapters of The Rogue Alpha's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Guinevere's POVI bit my lip, determination hardening my resolve. I barged into Reagan’s room, ignoring the fact that he stood there shirtless, a towel draped around his waist. His body was sculpted, every muscle defined, and the sight of him only added to my frustration.He looked at me with a raised brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “We weren’t done talking,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to hold my composure.Reagan’s smirk widened as he unbuckled his belt with a slow, deliberate motion. “As you can see, I’m about to shower.”I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep my gaze on his face rather than the tempting expanse of his chest. “Can you at least hear me out?” I pleaded, frustration clear in my voice.The sound of the bathroom door creaking open and the rush of water from the shower filled the space. I turned to leave, but my resolve held me in place. “I get why you don’t want to come, but this is an opportunity, Reagan.”The water shut off abruptly, and

Guienevere's POV"I can't believe I let you talk me into this" Reagan muttered" Oh come don't pretend like you're not enjoying this"" I'm not," he said his gaze fixed on the road "We should have just taken a flight like I had suggested "" Boring' I said Rolling my eyes at him " Road trips are the best.Reagan sighed deeply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as the car cruised down the winding road. "You say that now, but give it a few more hours, and you'll be begging for a plane ride," he muttered, his tone laced with frustration.I chuckled, leaning back in the passenger seat, my feet propped up on the dashboard. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape outside. "You're such a grump," I teased, reaching over to poke his arm playfully. "A little adventure won't kill you."He shot me a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable. "This is not what I’d call an adventure," he grumbled. "It’s just a long, uncomfortable drive through the middle of nowhe

Guinevere's POVAs the water flowed down my body, washing away the tension of the day, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of Reagan's stunned expression. The tables had turned, and for once, I had the upper hand. He had always thought it was amusing to tease me, pushing me just to the edge, but now I had given him a taste of his own medicine. I could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind after our little exchange.Wrapping myself in a soft towel, I stepped out of the bathroom, steam swirling around me as I entered the room. But Reagan was nowhere to be seen. A small frown tugged at my lips. Where had he gone?As I moved toward the bed, I halted in my tracks, my eyes landing on a large, elegantly wrapped box that had mysteriously appeared on the bed. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling in my chest. "Please let it not be more sex toys," I muttered under my breath, the thought of Julius’s previous antics flashing through my mind. The last thi

Guinevere's POVWhen we were finally alone, away from the prying eyes and whispers, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around Hayden, desperately needing to feel his warmth, to remember what it felt like to be in his embrace. For a brief moment, he returned the hug, but his body was tense, rigid—nothing like the man I used to know. The silence between us was thick, and it gnawed at me.When I finally pulled away, I moved closer, leaning in for a kiss, seeking the comfort I had missed for so long. But before our lips could touch, Hayden stopped me, placing his hands on my shoulders to gently push me back."Gwen, we can’t," he said, his voice low but firm.His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Embarrassment and hurt flared up inside me, and I quickly stepped back, feeling the sting of rejection burn through me. My heart ached, but I tried to keep my composure."I missed you," I whispered, my voice betraying the vulnerability I tried so hard to hide.Hayden sighed, hi

Guinevere’s POVMy hands trembled as I carefully applied balm to Reagan’s split lips, the sight of his bruised face only fueling the anger burning inside me. How could this night have spiraled so out of control? My mind was still reeling from the confrontation with Hayden, and now, walking in on Reagan getting beaten to a pulp, it was too much.“How dare him,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with barely contained rage.To think the night could get any worse, first with Hayden, and now this.Reagan’s lips twitched into a smile, despite the pain I knew he must be feeling. “If you keep tightening your brows like that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he teased, his voice soft but playful.How could he smile after what just happened? It baffled me. My frustration peaked, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to calm myself.“Andrea?” Reagan’s voice was gentle, coaxing me to turn back to him. His eyes searched my face, concern etched in e