Prince Reagan

I snap out of my frozen state and s.uck in a deep breath before slapping Reagan's hand away and snarled, "Get away from me!"

I'm staring at him like I would a ghost. My eyes, almost bulging out of my head, and the blood drained from my face. Never in my entire life had I taken a bath with the opposite se.x, not even with the same se.x. And he'd just said it so casually like he's saying we should have breakfast together. He's even staring at me with an oblivious look as if he didn't know what he just did.

My hands are both fisted at the top of the shirt I had on, holding them together as he had almost got the first button open. He tries taking a step closer to me, but I stop him by raising my palm at him.

"Stop right there. I'm not getting n.aked in front of you, neither am I walking into the shower with you." He c***s an eyebrow at my outburst before his eyes glide down my form.

"It's nothing I haven't seen already." He states with a smirk, his eyes now resting on my chest.

True, he did u.ndress me. But I still had my b.ra and panties on underneath the shirt. And I would love to hold on to that liberty.

I knew this was going to happen from the first moment he said we were both sharing the same room. It would be impossible to remain innocent as long as I'm under the preying eyes of this captivating drop-dead gorgeous alpha male. Hell, another she-wolf in my shoes would probably have given in the short time we've been together.

"I'm still not showering with you." I sternly say, taking a determined stand.

He frowns then, looking gloomy and rejected. Without another word, he storms out of the bathroom and kicks the door shut behind him while grumbling underneath his breath. Sighing in relief, I tiptoe to the door and check to make sure it was locked before finally peeling his shirt off. I needed to do something about the s*exual attraction I had towards him. He's very attractive, of course, with the body of some se.x god that ladies wouldn't think twice before dropping their panties for. But it all feels so wrong. Like a dangerous territory I shouldn't venture into, but all the same looks so appealing and compelling.

I remembered his lips on mine yesterday, and I can still feel the bruises as I bite on them. And not to talk about how good he is with his tongue on my neck. I wonder just how they would feel down...

I stop myself before my mind steps into dark, forbidden territory. I've hardly ever had erotic thoughts before. No guy has ever seemed appealing enough for me to fantasize about and Brad disgusted me with his actions. I would rather choke on a hotdog that have an erotic fantasy based on that asshole.

Shaking my head off those thoughts, I step into the shower and let the warm water splay over my body. When I'm done, I wrap myself up in a towel before heading towards the bathroom door. However, as I pull open the door, I'm met with the bored face of a Prince. How long has he been standing there? I wanted to ask but kept quiet as his eyes begin to trail down my almost unclad form. Maybe I should have worn his shirt instead of a towel before coming out. His eyes are already turning a darker shade, indicating his l.ustful thoughts. And I know what happens when he starts to look at me like that. I would take a step back, and that usually spikes up his predatory instincts, then he would catch me before I could escape.

So, learning from my mistakes, I stand still with my hands clutching the towel tight to my body.

When he doesn't make a move and only continues to stare back at me, I decide then to make way towards the closet and escape his hungry eyes. But he stops me before I could make it past him with his hand gripping my wrists. He pulls me closer to him until his l!ps are closer to my ear and his breath, tingling my cheek.

His deep voice is what I first hear, "Soon, Ellie." He takes a whiff from my neck before whispering sensuously into my ear, "Soon, you'll be begging for me to finally take what's mine." A shiver runs down my spine as his fangs get dangerously close to my neck. I feel his l!ps pull up into a smirk as he adds,

"And I'll gladly oblige." He promises before letting go of my wrist. I look up to stare at the smug look on his face before walking over to the closet.

My knees buckle, immediately I close the door behind me, and I have no more strength to hold myself up as I slide to the floor. I need air. Reagan was suffocating me with his possessiveness and constant seduction.

I search through my bag for a beige crop top, and dark ripped jeans before hurrying to put them on. Not wanting to be here when he would step out of the shower, I grab my books and phone quickly. And when I heard the sound of the shower stop, I bolt out of the room and head downstairs.

I meet Daniel, splayed on the couch as he stares up bored at the high ceilings. His eyes drift to mine as the sound of my footsteps resonates in the large room. I notice he's dressed formally in a suit, but he has this lazy expression on as he plays around with his tie. Either way, he still looks enticing to any horny lady out there as he weaves his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, Princess." His tone is playful as I take a seat opposite him on the couch. I'm not that acquainted with him yet, so I only nod at him before I busy myself with my phone. I scroll through my Instagram feeds, looking at numerous pictures of my college mates at different beaches. It was warm this time of the year, and students use that as an excuse to visit every beach they can in California while flaunting their almost n.aked bodies in the process. They seem to be having lots of fun while I'm stuck here in this mansion. I even see a recent picture of Lana sitting under a beach umbrella with a pink bikini on as she flashes a s.exy smile up at the camera. My guess is a guy to the picture, and she would probably end up fvcking him after leaving there.

My feed refreshes on its own, and another picture pops up that makes me see red.

Stacy has just posted a picture of her and Brad, looking very intimate. She's to be holding up the camera as she has an off-shoulder top on, making her neck bare open for the world. Brad stands behid her with his arms wrapped around her waist and his head buried playfully in her neck. They both have goofy smiles on, looking like the world's best couple in the entire fvcking universe.

I can feel that familiar dull ache in my chest as my wolf retrieves into the furthest corner of my mind. We both try to remain strong as I torture us both by still staring at the picture. The pain was there, but I notice it's not like before. Before I would already have tears rolling down my face every time I see them both together. I would bolt out of there and go howl at the moon all day in the woods while everyone else fawned over them in school. Aww, they look so cute together. But now, I can stare for a very long time and be able to will myself not to cry. In fact, the ache in my chest was becoming numb, non-existent, and my wolf was slowly getting back up.

I know it's not a new picture.

I doubt they would be this intimate after what happened two nights ago. Brad's wolf was probably going crazy right now, and not even Stacy would be able to help him. That's the thing with not marking your true mate. They will never have the same influence on your wolf as how a moon-given mate would.

"So that's the alpha mutt that broke your heart."

I jerk out of my thoughts to spin my head around. And I find Daniel peeking over my shoulder at my phone. My stare turns to a glare, and I bury my phone in my chest, away from his prying eyes. "It's rude to stare at someone's else's privacy," I inform as he swings over to the couch with elegance and sits beside me.

"Aww, princess. You hurt my feelings. I only saw how pale you became while staring at your phone and decided to check what was wrong.” He flashes his pearly white teeth innocently in a grin. "It's still rude." I admonish.

"Yeah, yeah," he brushes off, "So tell me, you still have feelings for stupid over there?" I c**k an eyebrow at him, surprised at how he addressed Brad. He is stupid for rejecting me.

"It's none of your business." I retort while leaning back into the couch. It felt really soft beneath me and made me want to never stand up.

"So, you do have feelings for him." He taunts with a slight quirk of his eyebrows.

I frown at his words, "What? I never said that." I quickly defend.

"Are you sure?" He has this teasing smirk on, wanting to poke the truth of me. "Because the way you were glaring daggers at your phone with your..."

"Enough, Danny, or else daggers will be lodged somewhere." I hear a familiar warning growl across for where we stood, and I look up then to see Reagan on the first flight of the stairs. How long has he been there listening to us? Unlike Daniel, he's dressed in a grey colored button up shirt with it's sleeves rolled up on his manly biceps, with a pair of blue pants to match. I'm surprised he uses green slippers to go with it, but what's more shocking is it all matched and made him look fashionable. Some risque colors but he looked sure delicious in them with his hands in his pant's pockets.

His penetrating gaze is on me as he slowly descends the stairs, never breaking eye contact. I stand up to my feet as he gets closer to me, not wanting to show any sign of disrespect. One shouldn't sit in the presence of royalty like that. Even Daniel stood up to acknowledge him.

"Eaten anything yet?" He suddenly asks as he comes to stand in front of me.

"Not hungry," I answer shortly.

He motions for me to follow him as he walks towards the kitchen with Daniel following behind. Lexi is at the dining table, typing furiously away on her laptop while muttering curses all the same. A cup of coffee beside her and some paperwork also. She seems to be dressed for school in a black colored cold-shoulder top with denim shorts. Her brown hair is curled and they dangle above her shoulders. She always seems to look pretty.

"Are you planning on murdering your laptop?" Daniel asks with amusement dancing in his tone.

"Yes. Do you want to take its place?" She retorts with a sharp look pointed at him before going back to typing away on the keyboard.

"And here I thought my twin sister loves me most in the whole wide world." Daniel dramatically sighs as we all take a seat at the dining table.

Yes, they were twins, and Lexi had explained this to me yesterday. It explained why they look so similar.

"Isn't Joanna here yet." Reagan's icy tone breaks off their bickering as his eyes dart around the room for so-called Joanna.

"She still isn't here yet." Lexi shrugs. "Hey, Ellie." She tips her head at me while I nod back at her. They all seem nice, but it all still feels new. Though I can say Lexi and I bonded yesterday and are a bit closer. "Haven't you interviewed someone else so we can fire her?" Reagan's irritation is shown on his face as he glowers at Lexi. She narrows her eyes back at him, surprising me at how she challenges him back.

"I would be interviewing potential maids, but as you can see, I'm very busy with my school work." She gestures to her laptop. "Danny should find one instead." This makes Daniel's eyes light up.

"No!" Reagan protests with a growl. "Remember the last time we allowed him to pick the help?"

"Oh, come on." Daniel quickly interjects, "Joana was very helpful when she first came here."

Lexi lifts her eyebrows at him, "You mean very helpful in your bedroom until you became bored of her." I almost choke on my laugh as Daniel turns flustered and looks away in defeat. Just then, the topic of our discussion bulldozes in with her hair all over the place, and her lipstick smudged on her cheek. Her eyes seem tired with bags underneath them, and her entire make-up was a train wreck.

We all stare at Joanna's disheveled state in astonishment as her frantic looking eyes take in our expression. She knows she has f****d up big time for coming in late. I doubt she even knows what a mess she looks like right now.

"I'm so sorry. I was a bit sick and woke up late, and the traffic was bad on my way here, and I..."

"You live five minutes from here." Lexi cuts her off before she could make another excuse. She falters then, looking like a deer caught in a headlight.

"...I..."

"You're fired." Lexi once more interrupts her with a cold emotionless tone as she goes back to sipping her coffee.

"What? You can't." She screeches in a high tone, almost making my ears bleed. Lexi doesn't respond as she goes back to working on her laptop.

Joanna turns to Daniel with big round eyes blinking at him, "Danny, baby. You can't let her do that." She shamelessly pleads with her voice taking a sultry tone, which only makes Daniel cringe in disgust.

He seems to be in a difficult situation before he sighs. "This is your third time being late in one week, Joanna," was all he said before looking away.

Joanna's lips tremble as her eyes begin to water. She either loves the pay of this job very much, or she loves to fvck the boss for her to humiliate herself like this in front of us.

"Reag...M...Mr. Aldrich." A low growl goes through the air as she tries to plead to Reagan next, but she quickly stops and address him formally instead as his sharp eyes snap to her threateningly. It is only when I notice everyone staring at me that I realize the growl came from me. I hadn't liked the way she was about to call his name in her sultry manner just to seduce him to change his mind. I couldn't even stop myself before it was too late, and now Reagan is staring at me with amusement twinkling in his eyes. Way to lead him on, Ellie.