Prince Reagan

Reagan's lips are on my neck, s.ucking, biting and sending tingles down my body as he cages me with his arms. He's trying to make the skin soft and tender before sinking in his fangs and marking me as his. But I'm struggling with every fiber of my being...even

though my body is already caving in. It's like I'm pushing a wall and he doesn't budge.

"Stop struggling, little wolf. You'll enjoy it too. I promise." His voice coaxes me as he whispers sensuously into my ear. But I don't want it. I'm not ready to bare his mark or mate with him yet, It just doesn't feel right. I can feel my wolf's torn feelings, she doesn't want this too, but it's hard to resist. We still believe Brad to be our mate, and even with her strength, we still can't fight Reagan off.

"No, don't!" I panic as I begin to feel his sharp canines coming out to press on my soft skin. Tears of frustration are pooling in my eyes as he pulls me closer and holds me tight against him. His canines, grazing my neck, finding the right spot to place his mark. His l!ps land on a particular spot between my collar bone and neck, and I let out an involuntary moan at the contact. I can feel him smirking on my skin as he finds my sweet spot and begins to lave his tongue on it. Ready to place his mark. "Please, Reagan. Don't do this. I don't want this." I resort to begging after realizing I can't win against him. He's stronger than I am in every way. And he's going to mark me forcefully if I don't do something.

I feel him freeze underneath my palm, his canines stop and begin to retract as his hold on me loosens. I'm still in a state of panic as he moves back to stare at me.

His face has this surprised look on, but there's still darkness lurking beneath.

His palm comes up to caress my cheek, “Oh, darling. You, saying my name like that only encourages me." He grins devilishly, showing his sharp canines as they retract back. I shiver in both fear and excitement as he strokes his thumb over my cheeks. "But that's okay, maybe some other time." I feel slightly relieved but still tensed in his presence.

"Now, I think we understand each other. As long as your pretty neck remains bare, you're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. Got it?" He swipes away a lone tear that had escaped without my notice.

"Don't cry, my love. I already promised your parents you won't ever cry because of me." He shushes with mock concern on his face written all over his face.

"If only I can erase that damn Alpha mutt from existence, then things would be so much better." He sighs, looking irritated. He goes back to stroking my hair before caging me back into his arms.

"Sadly, he's too important, and people would notice if he went missing. Maybe we could get rid of him with other means. What do you say?" His eyes twinkle in mischief as he asks me this question, and I'm petrified at how calmly he's talking about it. Like he's talking about the weather and not killing my mate. God, I hate associating that word with Brad. It disgusts me.

"Don't you dare hurt Brad," I warn with a snarl. I must be really dumb to still care for a douchebag like Brad, but that's the mate bond talking.

Reagan's eyes glow in warning, his beast showing his displeasure. Our wolves or beast's eye colors are the glowing ones of ours. For instance, I have blue eyes, making my wolf's eye a glowy blue. For Alphas though, it different. Their wolf's eye color are usually a glowy red, and they're deeper the more powerful they are. All Lycans have golden eye color for their beasts

Reagan strokes my hair aside, “Be careful there, my sweet. With you defending him so strongly and his existence preventing me from getting what I want, maybe I just will.” He threatens with a growl.

"You know what will happen to me if you do. Haven't you seen what happens to wolves whose mates die?"

"No, I have only seen what happens to werewolves whose marked mates die." He states, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"You're not mated neither do you both share any loving relationship with him. If he dies, you won't feel anything or be bonded to him anymore. The mate bond will be completely severed. Why do you think werewolves who mark someone else that isn't their real mates never find their real mates anymore?" He asks with an eyebrow arched at me.

"It's because the bond has been severed since they don't share any kind of relationship. And that's the same that's going to happen if he dies."

I frown, mulling over his words. Usually, mated werewolves fall very ill, and some even die following the deaths of their mates. But that's because the mating process has been completed and their souls intertwined. This way, one can't live without the other. But if a werewolf doesn't meet his mate before his death, then his mate wouldn't feel it since they haven't met or share any kind of relationship. Their souls haven't met or intertwined with one another.

Also, if we mate someone else before meeting our true mates, the mate bond is severed, and we will never know we were once mated or if we ever cross paths. So if something bad happens to Brad right now, I won't feel anything since we share little to no relationship. I mostly even feel hate and disgust for him. Though, sometimes, I know when he's intimate with some other she-wolf. I usually feel the burning pain in my belly. But that's all because of the mate bond. And if he dies, it would be broken. I'm slightly tempted by this offer, being finally free of Brad. I look up at the smug grin on Reagan's face but immediately felt disgusted at my train of thoughts. I may hate Brad to the very core, but I don't wish him dead.

"You are not killing Brad." I slowly but sternly voice out. His smile falls off, and a shadow looms over his face.

He clasps both his hands behind him, "Pity." He mutters before taking a step back away from me to walk around me. "He rejected you and mated another. I can only imagine what you and your wolf went through all that time. The pain of your mate tossing you aside, marking another, mating with another..." He whispers into my ear.

"That doesn't mean I want him dead." I twist my head backward to interrupt him, not wanting to be lured by his persuasive voice. His face is closer to mine now as a grin makes it way to his l!ps.

"Alright, then." He moves back and walks over to the bar in the corner. He pours himself a glass of scotch before putting the bottle cap on.

"But if he gives me a reason to, rest assured I will take care of him." He states before downing his glass.

"What do you have there?" He asks, gesturing to the duffel bag a few feet away from me.

"Some of my belongings." I briefly answer before picking it up.

"Good. You can put them in the closet. It's been cleared out considering how displeased you were with the other scent." A smug smirk appears on his lips as he says this. I look away, embarrassed at my show of jealousy yesterday. Way to lead him on, Ellie. I still wanted my own room, but remembering his reaction when I asked yesterday, I decided then no to bring up the topic.

Dragging the bag along with me, I make my way up the stairs, ignoring Reagan's burning stare on my back. When I walk into his closet, I can still get a whiff of that female's scent on her side. It irritates me still, and I don't even want to out my clothes there. I sigh before dropping my duffel bag on the floor. Maybe I should just leave my clothes in the bag and take other stuff out. Yes, that'll be better, I certainly don't want my clothes mixing in that scent.

I bring out my toiletries and some of my other textbooks before heading out. I drop my toiletries in the bathroom before putting my books on the nightstand since he had no other desk. Final exams were approaching so I had a lot of reading to do.

I sit down on the bed before calling my parents to assure them I'm alright. They kept asking me if I needed anything, bugging me and slightly irritating me. I can hear the worry in their voices, though, making me smile.

Lexi barges into the room minutes later, taking me by surprise. Her eyes immediately land on me on the bed, and a sigh of relief escapes her lips.

"You could have left a text before running off. Reagan's pissed at me!" She exclaims before stomping in to come to sit beside me. Her eyes, staring accusingly at me as she crosses her arms on her chest.

"You wouldn't have let me go." I quickly defend myself while sitting up. She huffs in response before her eyes trails to the large textbooks on the nightstand.

"Already settling in. Nice." She states with a smirk. I'm still amazed that a Lycan and I are so casual. I've heard so many stories about them, and with the way Lexi had shut Gina down, I'm still a bit wary of her.

“I just needed them for studying along with some of my clothes. I can't be borrowing yours or Reagan's all the time." I quickly say, suddenly feeling shy.

She nods before standing to walk over to the closet.

"Nice, he finally got rid of that stabbing b***h's clothes." I hear her voice from the closet. I furrow my eyebrows at how she referred to the woman the clothes belonged to.

She walks out then, "Don't tell me those are the only clothes you brought along." She lifts her eyebrows at me, but I only shrug in response.

"You definitely need to do some shopping. Come on, let's go." She urges while gliding towards the bedroom door.

"Where?" I ask, confused.

"To do some shopping, duh! You're soon to be a Princess. You have to look the part." She dramatically flips her hair before sending a wink my way. It still feels weird being called a future princess. Everything's just happening so fast. But I don't want to pass up the opportunity to go out.

"Yeah...b...but I'm not exactly...equipped for shopping." Plainly, I don't have cash for shopping.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure His Highness won't mind us borrowing one of his credit cards." She whips out a platinum credit card, making my eyes turn to saucer at how shiny it looks.

"He gave that to you?" I ask with my mouth agape.

"Not really," she says while inspecting the shiny card with her fingers running over the edge.

"I kinda took it since he seized mine."

I c**k an eyebrow at that, needing more details.

She sighs heavily, "I had an addiction to shopping last month and wouldn't stop until I almost got us bankrupt. Just kidding. We can never go bankrupt because of some plain old shopping. Anyway, I've been clean ever since I swear!" She quickly defends as I give he a wary stare. "Just to be safe," I take the card out of her hand, "I'll be holding on to it."

"Fine." She huffs before stomping out of the room. I follow after her out with a happy skip to my steps. When we get downstairs, I see Reagan is still there. He's slumped on the couch, a glass of wine in hand with his arms extended in the back cushion. He's facing the ceiling, looking deep in thoughts, but his eyes divert to us as we step down.

"Where are you both going?" He narrows his eyes at us, and I suddenly remember I can't go anywhere either his permission. Yeah, I'm still his prisoner.

"We're going shopping!" Lexi announces with a glint of excitement evident in her eyes. She has this look of bliss on her face, causing me to believe she still isn't over her addiction.

"I thought I confiscated your card."

"Oh, we're not using my card. Since it's your little princess, we're using yours." She smiles before plucking the card out of my hand to show him.

"Where did you get that?" He questions with his eyes still narrowed at her.

She rolls her eyes at him in response, "You literally just toss this anywhere when you're done with it. Do you even know where last you kept it?" She arches an eyebrow up at him, and his expression proves her right. "Come on." She says to me, and I take one last glance at Reagan, hoping he would let me go.

"She isn't going anywhere, Lexi." He stops her with a sigh, standing up from his position on the sofa. We halt in our steps before turning back to stare at him. He still has his drink in hand as he walks over to us.

"But why? I'll be there with her," Lexi speaks up while I glare at the Prince. He can't keep me locked up forever.

"Because she went against my rules." His eyes are on me as he says this.

"Am I not allowed to go out anymore? Won't I be going to school then tomorrow?" I suddenly ask as he moves closer to me, his scent wrapping around me as he smirks down at me.

"Oh, no. I can never restrain my precious from her education. But you see, this is your..." He takes his time to think over the word before smirking once more, "Punishment. Take it as you're grounded." He states before walking away back to the bar and place down his glass.

"What?!" I exclaim. "What am I? A child?!" I follow him to slam my palm down on the counter. My blood is boiling in my veins with anger coursing through them.

What does he take me for? I've never been so disrespected in my entire life except by Brad. They're all the same.

Arrogant bastards.

He sighs as he pours himself another drink, "You're not going out, and that's final. This discussion is closed. And it will be better if you don't keep on pestering me about it. Remember, I barely can keep my beast restrained. One wrong move and even I won't be able to stop him." He warns with his eyes slightly glowing to get his point across.

I look to Lexi for help, but she only slightly shrugs apologetically before looking away. I feel so weak this way. Something I had promised myself not to feel anymore. And he was making me feel this way. I hate it. I'm back to that defenseless girl who was taken advantage of by her supposed mate and his b***h of a girlfriend.

I run up the stairs to hide the pool of tears in my eyes before running down the hall to Reagan's room. Immediately his scent hits me, I feel a sense of comfort. It's funny because he's the one causing me this pain, but he's also the one I feel I need right now. After I got back to my feet from Brad's brutal rejection, I had promised myself and my aunt that I would never be that weak ever again. No one would push me around or tell me what to do. I was my own person. No bullies would break my walls ever again. I had gone through a lot in my high school days that a normal teenager isn't supposed to. Most of it had been because of Stacy's constant bullying and Brad blatantly ignoring me. It had hurt me every day to see him flaunt around with Stacy. My wolf got weaker every time, pulling me down with her. I cried myself most nights to sleep. Hiding my tears away from my parents and the rest of the world.

Now that I thought things were finally going to be alright, Reagan shows up. Turning me back to that weak defenseless girl. I can't go against him or else there will be consequences, and no one would be able to help me. He's a Prince!

Well, no more! I'm tired of people always using their position to overpower me. Stacy used her popularity at school to torment me. Brad had used his position as an Alpha to threaten me before marking Stacy. And now Reagan. Wanting to control my movements like some pet. I'll show him. I'll show him real good that I can do whatever the hell I want.

All I have to do is just wait till tomorrow when I'm allowed to go to school. Then I'll teach him never to mess with me.

A smug smirk makes its way to my lips as I think of my plan for the next day.