Chapter 27
Burning Jealousy
I watch the droplets of water cascading down my body fall to the ground in tiny sshes before going
down the drain. The cool water helps soothe my burning hot skin, but it doesn‘t stop the ache between
my legs. No, only something else is supposed to.
If someone had saidst week that I would
be under a cold shower in the bedroom of a
Prince of all beasts, I would haveughed hard in their faces. But in one week, I had been imed by a
Prince, locked in his house like a prisoner, escaped his clutches to my aunt‘s ce only to be found by
him a few dayster
with another man‘s canines on my neck. Then
he had unfortunately lost those canines. Also, just growled at a female Lycan in jealousy, molested a
Prince, still thought about doing it, and now I‘m turning to a Lycan.
Yeah, my life‘s never going to be the same
anymore. So much has happened in one week.
Too much to alter my life‘s pattern. I couldn‘t go back and change the events that urred, nor could I
back out of whatever is happening to me. Everything scares me, but at the same time, I‘m excited to
know more.
Thave so many questions to ask, but I think I‘ve had enough for one night. All Reagan had told me
earlier is still swimming through my head in disarray.
I‘ve realized he‘s mine, but I’m hesitant to still ept that fact. Why would a in girl like me be mated to
a Prince?! Was my life some sort of movie to the moon goddess for her to have her fun with? What if I
hadn‘t given that scarf to Gina? Would Reagan have never realized I‘m his mate, and we would have left
that party without meeting? So many possibilities cross through my mind. But there were no answers.
Maybe it‘s
all just fate.
With a sigh, I turn off the shower and reach for the towel. My body‘s heat had cooled down since I‘ve
been under the shower for almost
thirty minutes. I dry off before wearing back my thin chemise and tie my hair in a ponytail. I walk out to
see something yummy waiting for me on the bed. And I‘m not talking about food.
Reagan is still in his sweatpants and t–shirt, but he seems to get sexier by the minute. There‘s a tray
containing a te of shrimp and snap pea stir–fry, a ss of juice, and water. But that‘s not why I‘m
drooling. He‘s sprawled on the bed beside the tray. His blond hair in a
tangled mess because of my earlier assault. He
has a smug grin on that pretty face, and his eyes are two alluring orbs drawing me in. My eyes trail down
to his muscr chest and d abs before going lower. I swear I can see the outline of Reagan‘s c**k if i
stare hard enough. My
mouth waters as I think about what he looks like
there
“Are you going to keep on staring all night, or are you actually hungry?” His voice makes my eyes snap
back up to his smug face. I lick my lips before taking slow steps towards the bed.
“And I‘m talking about the tray of food.” He adds with his lips quirking up further in amusement
“I know that.” I send a re his way as take the space on the other side of the bed.
“Are we sharing this?” I ask, eyeing the te of food meant for one.
“No, I already had something while in the
kitchen.” He mumbles as I sit the tray in myp.
“Want me to feed you?”
Immediately as the words left his mouth, a
vivid, erotic image of him feeding me something
else pops into my mind. I pause in horror before shaking it from my mind. Where are these thoughts
coming from?
“I don‘t think we should have any sort of
physical contact for a while,” I say the words as
swallow past the lump in my throat.
“And feeding you dinner is a sort of
physical contact?” Thear the amusement in his
voice, causing me to turn and narrow my eyes at
“You‘re enjoying this aren‘t you?” His smile widens as he scoots closer to me.
“Let‘s just say it‘s wonderful to see you squirm just at my words...or touch.” He glides a finger down my
exposed arm, making goosebumps appear on the skin as I shiver. He looks back up to grin at me. “Now
you know
how I‘ve been feeling all this white.
“Asshole,” I mutter before I begin to shove
my food into my mouth.
His sexy chuckle only makes things worse for me down there, and I try hard to concentrate
on something else other than the erotic images
popping into my head.
I remember something then, a certain
ck–haired beauty clinging to Reagan like
she‘s trying to glue herself to him. My wolflets
out a low growl as I recall the memory.
“Who is she?” I ask for the second time that
night, and he knows who I‘m talking about as
his smile falls off. He‘s silent for a while with a
frown marring his perfect face as he seems lost
in thought
“Don‘t worry about that now. Eat your food.” He dismisses the question with a wave of his hand.
I frown at his reaction as he averts his eyes. “That‘s what you said thest time.” He doesn‘t answer but
keeps his eyes on the wall opposite
1. us.
“Would you have not worried about it if some other man had his hands all over me as he presses me
against him, my boobs touching his
chest...”
“Don‘t.” He growled the simple word as his burning gaze diverts back to mine. His expression had been
turning dark little by little as I had spoken
“Then tell me who she is.” I stare at him
dead in the eyes in determination while he had his stare back at me in a warning. When he sees I‘m not
giving up, he sighs, running his long fingers through his full hair.
“She‘s an old acquaintance.”
Benis
suming Jealousy
I frown at him, “She hadn‘t looked or behaved like an acquaintance.” He doesn‘t say anything to my
words. Tinhale in a deep breath before asking the question I dread. “Is she the owner of the clothes I saw
in your closet when I first came here?”
He‘s silent for a while as I wait for his answer while holding my breath. He finally nods, causing my jaw to
clench.
When I had first asked about the clothes, he said something about her, always staying here even when
he wasn‘t around. That means they
had been very close to have been living like an old couple. And his reluctance to not talk about her only
makes me more agitated about how close they were
“She doesn‘t mean anything to me
anymore, not since I‘ve met you.” His voice is near to my ear as he‘d sat up straight and scoot closer to
me. I want to believe him, but I‘m feeling so much jealousy right now, it scares me,
My body is rigid and tensed in anger, and it
Buming Jealousy suddenly feels hard to breathe properly. As space out, my mind conjures many
scenarios in which end her. I‘m shocked at my violent thoughts as I‘ve never had ones like them before,
not even when Brad had marked Stacy in front of me. I‘m not the violent type. I‘ve always loved things to
be sunny and warm.
“What‘s she doing here now?” I ask, totally forgetting my food so I could focus all my
attention on him.
“I don‘t know. Shees sometimes, and then after a while, disappears to God know
where.”
“You mean shees to f**k you and then disappears after you both have had your fun...”
“God, Ellie. What do you want me to say?” He‘s pulling his hair out in frustration now. “To apologize for
the past flings that I had before meeting you?”
I know it‘s not fair of me to ask that, but it doesn‘t make me feel better knowing he had something to do
with that female in the past. He
probably had tons of flings and rtionships with that pretty face and hot body of his. And he is more
than a century old. I hate the idea that I‘m not his first, considering he‘s my first everything
“Eat your food, Ellie.” He nods at the tray.
“I‘m not hungry.” I stubbornly say while crossing my hands over my chest, but my stomach takes that
time to let out a low rumble. Traitor. I re down at it.
Reagan sighs as he wraps his hand around my body to cradle me against his chest. “J is someone
in the past. But you‘re my present and future.” He takes hold of my jaw, so I‘m looking straight into his
sincere eyes. “What we have is a rare and special bond that nothing and no one can break because I
won‘t let them. You‘re mine, now and forever. Don‘t ever forget
that or think any less.”
His words have an effect on my emotions, and I begin to calm down as a wave of tranquility washes over
me. It‘s funny how iust
yesterday, I was still fighting the feelings I have for him. But now, hearing him assure me that I’m his is
what I needed to calm down. I guess he was right about my emotions being heightened from now on. I
have to find a way to control myself, or i might end up hurting someone or
myself
“She‘s very pretty.” I voice out my
insecurity in a whisper.
He nods in agreement, “Yes, she is:“|
narrow my eyes at him in a warning: “Good thing my mate‘s prettier.” He adds with a sexy grin, causing
my cheeks to turn pink.
Trealize then that he‘s been holding me for
a while, and my body hasn‘t turned hot in need.
So resting further into his chest, I continue to
eat my dinner with a satisfied smile on my face.
We remain like that for a while, him holding
me to his chest as he strokes my hair while
chow down the stir–fry. And when I‘m done, he
takes the tray from me toy it down on the nightstand beside the bed. He cradles me in his
arms, and we sit back on the pillows as we are surrounded by silence. We don‘t say anything as We only
enjoy our moment together. It‘s the first time we‘re actually agreeing on the same thing. And also the first
time for us being this close since I began to ept him even though it was just an hour ago
I don‘t know how long we stayed like that or when I began to doze off. But I felt when Reagan properly
laid me on the bed to sleep. I felt his presence gone for a few minutes before he came back once more
to spoon me. And just like that, I’m out like a light.
I don‘t know what time it is, but I suddenly feel that familiar hotness seep into my skin. It burns to
between my legs, bringing me out of my slumber. My eyes snap open to take in the darkened room
before settling on the form beside me.
Reagan‘s arms around me only make the mes on my skin intensify till i‘m sweating
Reagan‘s arms around me only make the mes on my skin intensify till I‘m sweating
mess. My chemise clings to me like a second
skin, and I can feel every inch of Reagan‘s body against mine. I squeeze my thighs together to reduce
the aching need between them, but it
doesn‘t do much
I turn in his embrace, pushing him back down as I straddle his hips. He begins to wake up then, his eyes
fluttering open with sleep evident in them. But before he could
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