Prince Reagan

Chapter 25

Progress

I‘m still a bit shaken by my conclusion as I

remain frozen on the bed. She–wolves are

fragile creatures that are easy to break and

tame. And this can be achieved through the

mate bond. Yes, just as it‘s all wonderful and

magical, it can also be a dangerous tool if used

wrongly.

For us werewolves, the males are the ones

to mark us, but we can‘t mark them back. And

when the male sinks their canines into the

female‘s neck, not only is he claiming her as his,

but she‘s also accepting to be submissive to

him. We are then campelled to follow whatever

our mate says.

Personally, I think it‘s bullshit as we‘re

supposed to be equals, and so does every other

female. So that‘s why male werewolves are

cautious when exerting authority over their

mates; they try as much as possible not to use

this power of theirs overus. But as I said before,

it can be used very wrongly.

If she–wolves are being sold, it would mean

there‘s a strong possibility male werewolves

are the ones buying them. Probably dangerous

rogues. And if they are, they could forcefully Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

mark them and bind these she–wolves to them.

This way, they wouldn‘t be able to stand up for

themselves or go against their mates. It‘s the

perfect tool to turn them into their personal

slaves, only giving birth to their pups as they‘re

abused daily. I feel sick, even just thinking

about it.

“Hey...” I hear a soft whisper beside my ear,

startling me out of my thoughts. I must have

been deep in them as Reagan has stood up

from the sofa and is sitting beside me now.

she wolves back,” Reagan reassures me,

caressing my cheek. His eyes are soft, and for

the first time, I see an emotion in them that

squeezes my heartstrings. “You look pale. Do

you feel sick?” Worry furrows his eyebrows as

he scrutinizes me and strokes my cheek with

his palm.

I quickly shake my head, regaining my

senses. “I‘m fine. Just a bit sorry for the

she–wolves.”

He smiles before nodding, his arms going

around my waist to bring me onto his lap. I go

rigid in his arms as he tucks my head beneath

his chin and holds me softly to him. His hand

smoothly caresses my arm while he lays a kiss

on my head.

“Feel better now?” He asks in a smooth,

soft voice. I slowly relax into his arms, sighing

scent

“Yeah.” I wrap my tiny arms around his

muscular torso, rubbing my cheeks against his

chest. It‘s a new side of him I‘m seeing, and I

think I like this side better. So much better than

his possessive and controlling side. I don‘t

know if it‘s because he‘s a Prince who‘s used to

giving commands and that is why he always

treats me like that.

We remain sharing our company in silence

for a while, reveling at the moment. I realized.

then that part of my plan was also working.

Since I haven‘t fought or gone against him,

he seems so caring with his guard down. I can

read some of his expressions and feel more

connected to him somehow.

“Reagan?” I ask while he strokes my hair

with his long fingers. I lift my head then to stare

up at him as he looks at me in question.

“Tell me, what would have happened if I

already was mated to Brad? Would you have

still known I‘m your mate?” A shadow looms

over his face, and I can see his jaw clench

slightly.

“Yes.” He gruffly answers, making me all

the more confused. But that doesn‘t make any

sense!

He sighs when he sees the question written

all over my face before pulling me back to him..

“For us Lycans, it‘s extremely rare to find

our mates. I don‘t know if it‘s a curse on us or

because of our extended lives. But anyway, if

we are unmated, we can still find our mates

even if they‘ve been claimed by another. And

since it‘s a rare occasion that we find them, we

a duel to the death. And of course, we always

win.” He adds with a smug smile while I stare in

horror at him.

“But...but that‘s cruel. You would be

separating two mates forcefully from each

other and kill one in the process? Wouldn‘t he

or she be affected?” He frowns at my questions,

staring at me with his eyebrow raised in

disbelief.

“Ellie, we‘re beasts. We take what is ours

however we see fit. And it‘s up to the best man

to win. You know how it works. We‘re not the

same with humans who go to court every five

seconds to settle the littlest of disputes.”

He does make a point. We can‘t follow the

same protocols as humans since it‘s not our

nature. But living among humans makes me

see things differently sometimes.

point out the obvious. He shrugs like it‘s not his

business while I narrow my eyes at him.

“Look, Ellie. I don‘t make the rules. The

mate bond isn‘t perfect and has so many flaws

that we can‘t fix. But you can‘t expect us to

watch our mate walk past us with some other

person without doing anything. Our beasts

won‘t let us.” He explains.

“And what about the person whose mate

you just killed. Won‘t he or she feel the pain of

the death of his mate?” I tilt my head at him in

question.

He shrugs, “Once they‘re with us, they

would get healed as we mark them. Just as you

don’t feel the mate bond any more with that

Alpha mutt.” He spits the last part in disdain,

and I can see the anger and hatred in his eve

though. I don‘t feel anything for Brad anymore.

It‘s almost like he never existed in my heart

before.

I shake my head to stare at Reagan.

“Speaking of Brad...I heard you‘re reporting

him to the council.” I cautiously bring up the

topic, knowing how much he hates me talking

about Brad. And his demeanor does change,

turning a bit dark.

He sighs then, running a frustrated hand

through his hair.

“Personally, I don‘t give that much a f**k

about the mutt and would love if he had just

died in that forest. But Adrian had already filed

the case before we got here without even telling

1. me. My father had kept him by my side as my

watchdog, so, sometimes, he acts without

informing me. And I can‘t do much about him

Progress since he works directly for the king, who is

superior to me.”

“Well, can‘t you at least do something?”

His eyes snap to mine, and they narrow down

at me in a warning.

“I‘m not trying to defend Brad, but I think

he has already suffered enough. You tore out

his canines, Reagan. That‘s the worst

punishment to give a werewolf, especially an

Alpha. Some people would even prefer death to

that.” He looks away to the wall, and I quickly

take hold of his jaw to draw him back to me.

“I don‘t have any feelings for him. But right

now, I feel really guilty for all he‘s going

through. It‘s partially my fault he‘s in this mess.”

“He was the one who rejected you!”

Reagan states.

“I know that. But it still doesn‘t make me

feel any better. And him being sent to the

council would only make me feel worse.” I stare

into his warm eyes, cupping his jaw as I stand to

straddle his hips, “Besides, he can‘t hurt me

anymore in the state that he is.”

He mulls over it for a while, his lips pursed

with both his hand gently on my hips. With a

sigh, he gruffly agrees.

“Fine. I‘ll see what I can do.” He

announces, making a grin spread wide on my

lips.

“Thank you!” Tunexpectedly throw my

arms around him to give him a tight hug. He

goes rigid for a second in shock before he

places his arm around me. I suddenly feel like a

weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The

guilt of Brad meeting his grave so early had

been heavy on my chest. A lot of people would

have been affected, starting from Luna Ciara,

then Alpha Benson and Stacy.

“I‘m hungry,” i state after a while, lacing

my fingers into Reagan‘s hair as he keeps his

head buried in my neck.

“Me too.” He breathes, placing a kiss on my

neck before going lower.

“I don‘t think we‘re talking about the same

hunger,” I state as he nips at my neck. He

chuckles lightly into my chest.

I keep treading my fingers through his

blond hair to the nape of his neck as he lightly

bites at my skin. My body shivers in desire with

tiny tingles spreading all around. How is he so

good at making me feel needy so fast?

Unexpectedly, his lips clamp over one

hardened bud of my n****e through the think

dress, causing me to arch my back up at him.

swirls around the bud.

“Reagan.” 1 moan with him moving from

one breast to another. He groans as I pull hard

on his hair. The sexual tension in the air is so

thick, I could smell it.

He lets go of the hard bud before sighing

loudly. His forehead leans on my chest as he

holds me close to him with his palm brushing

over my hips.

“Let‘s get you something to eat. Go dress

up so we can go downstairs.” I almost jump up

and dance around the room in victory at his

words. No longer am I going to be chained up in

here and fed like a baby.

But I school my expression to remain cool,

not giving a thing away. He maybe hasn‘t even

noticed his decision yet, so I won‘t be giving

I force my jelly legs to get off him and move

towards the closet. I throw on the first dress

come across before hurrying back out. I see

Reagan still on the bed, and he stands when he

sees me and extends his arm for me to take

I happily accept it before we head out of

the room together. I feel like an animal let free

when I step into the hallway. I never thought |

would say this, but I miss these walls so much. I

would have hugged them while rubbing my

body all over them, but I can‘t do that with

Reagan beside me.

Hand in hand, we all down the stairs but

stop at the last landing when we notice the

tension in the air.

Lexi is standing with an awkward smile on

her lips beside the sofa while a black–haired

lady sits regal and comfortable on it. She

Progress doesn‘t seem familiar, but her scent is a bit to

1. me. Her blue eyes are the palest i‘ve ever seen,

and her skin is smooth and glowy. She emits

the same aura every Lycan does, and there a

small smug smile on her lips that turns to a

full–blown smile when her eyes land on Reagan

beside me.

Danny is sitting on the opposite sofa with a

glare directed at her, but she doesn‘t seem to

mind and ignores him. She stands to her feet as

we make way to the gathering, and I can feel

Reagan‘s tense form beside me.

In a flash, the lady stands up to hug her

slim figure to Reagan‘s as she giggles a soft

melodious sound.

“Reggie!” She squeals with her arms

around his neck. His expression, however, is

blank as he stares down at her.

“Reggie!” She squeals with her arms

around his neck. His expression, however, is

blank as he stares down at her.

I’m frozen to my spot in shock, and for a

few seconds, I feel numb.

“Janet?” Reagan finally says in a cold gruff

sses

tone. And she, in turn, presses her body closer

to him.

Right then, I began to regain my body

movement, and I feel my blood boiling to 100

degrees Celsius as the female keeps her arms

around Reagan.

“Get away from him!” Everyone’s head

snaps to me, and it takes me a few seconds to

realize that the person who had just growled

was me.