Chapter 25
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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 iming her as his,
but she‘s also epting 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
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
ves, 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 hisp. 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 heys a kiss
on my head.
“Feel better now?” He asks in a smooth,
soft voice. I slowly rx into his arms, sighing
scent
“Yeah.” I wrap my tiny arms around his
muscr 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
givingmands and that is why he always
treats me like that.
We remain sharing ourpany in silence
for a while, reveling at the moment. I realized.
then that part of my n 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 imed by another. And
since it‘s a rare asion 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 ws
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 exins.
“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 thest 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
ces 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,cing
my fingers into Reagan‘s hair as he keeps his
head buried in my neck.
“Me too.” He breathes, cing 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 mp 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
Reagan still on the bed, and he stands when he
sees me and extends his arm for me to take
I happily ept 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 thestnding when we notice the
tension in the air.
Lexi is standing with an awkward smile on
her lips beside the sofa while a ck–haired
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
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small smug smile on her lips that turns to a
full–blown smile when her eyesnd on Reagan
beside me.
Danny is sitting on the opposite sofa with a
re 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 sh, thedy 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
nk as he stares down at her.
“Reggie!” She squeals with her arms
around his neck. His expression, however, is
nk as he stares down at her.
I’m frozen to my spot in shock, and for a
few seconds, I feel numb.
“J?” 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.