Chapter 33


    Ruffled Feathers


    I knew it. I always knew that she was a snake, cunning, and deceptive. She was probably putting on a


    show for everyone so they won’t kick her out. But not to worry, I’m gonna tell Reagan and expose her


    true colors. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I have a make-up dinner to prepare for.


    First, I have to make something nice for Reagan. I just wasn’t sure what. I don’t know his favorite food,


    and Joanna isn’t here yet to tell


    1. me. I wanted to be through before shees


    here to make dinner, so I don’t have to share the


    kitchen with her. It would be awkward


    considering we both despise each other.


    And how sure am I she won’t lie about his favorite food out of spite? I’m just gonna cook something


    simple for us to share.


    But in the process, J waltz back in with


    a taunting smile on her lips. I try to ignore her, but shees over to me, peeping over my


    shoulder.


    “How lovely it is that you’re ready to go so low just to please him.” She snickers before moving away. I


    turn to her, with my eyes zing


    in rage.


    “What are you talking about?”


    She smirks before crossing her arms over


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    her chest. “Well, you’ve turned to a full-time housewife just to please Reagan so he would


    mark you.”


    Troll my eyes before turning back around to continue cutting the vegetables I was working on before she


    interrupted me. “You’re talking rubbish,” I mutter. “Not that it’s any of you concern, but I’m still a student.”


    She hums, watching me pour the vegetables into the boiling pot of hot water. “Oh, really? Then why do I


    always see you at home, waiting patiently for your mate like a dutiful wife? I always see Lexi rush to


    school, but


    never you.”


    “Why do you care?” I whirl around to throw


    the question at her in irritation. What is she even


    trying to get at?


    Her smile widens as she sps her hands in front of her. “He’s never going to mark you, Ellie. No matter


    what you do. So stop trying”


    My lips pull up in a mocking smile. “You’re


    delusional, J, because you know he’s mine.


    The moon has made it so. He hasn’t marked me


    yet because I didn’t allow him to.”


    “Oh, Ellie. Sweet, naive Ellie.” She sighs


    before going to sit on one of the chairs at the


    dining table. “He’s a beast used to taking what


    he wants. And he’s also a Prince who gets served everything on a silver tter. And when he isn’t, he


    forcefully takes it. And you believe he hasn’t sunk his fangs into your neck and dere you his just


    because you asked him not to?” She arches an eyebrow at me before shaking her head and letting out a


    slight chuckle.


    “And maybe you do realize something is wrong there. I’m sure you’re going to tell him about me so he


    kicks me out. But that’s because


    you’re insecure. You know there’s a possibility he hasn’t marked you because he still wants me. So, you


    want me out of the picture as quick as possible.” She narrates while I’m still throwing daggers at her with


    both my eyeballs. I clench my fist tight around the knife in my hand, trying to hold myself back from


    attacking her. It wouldn’t end well as there’s a high probability


    she could beat me.


    Sheughs once more before shaking her


    head in mock pity. “You can try all you want, but he won’t mark you.”


    Just then, we hear the sound of the


    elevator ping and soon hear light footsteps. Lexi waltz in with Joanna behind her, who is carrying


    a bag of groceries.


    “What’s up, girls?” Lexi flops herself onto a chair, not yet noticing the tension in the room.


    “School is so exhausting. I can’t even remember most of the things the lecturers kept saying…what’s


    going on?” She pauses to nce


    between J and me as I haven’t stopped


    ring at her. J, however, is smirking like


    she’s having a st.


    I should tell Lexi about J’s pretense,


    but then I remember what she said about me


    looking for a way to kick her out because of my


    insecurities.


    I’ll show her. I’m going to let her see and realize that Reagan hasn’t marked me yet only


    because I haven’t allowed her to. Not because of


    her but because I’m not ready yet. I can make him mark me and she’s gonna watch it all


    happen.


    “Nothing,” I mutter at Lexi before going back to what I was cooking.


    In the meantime, I try to ignore Joanna as


    she also began to work. Lexi keeps narrating


    about her horrible and long day to J while she listens attentively like a saint. I kept seeing her


    ncing at me once in a while, sending smug smiles at me when Lexi isn’t looking, irking me further.


    When I’m done with cooking, I arrange the meal on the tray before taking it upstairs,


    sending a death re at J onest time


    before I go.


    I arrange the bed, fluffing the pillow with a


    tight grip as a way to exert my anger.


    The truth is, after J brought it up, I’ve been feeling slightly restless. Reagan had told


    me he hadn’t marked me when we first met


    only because my wolf isn’t ready and was still healing from Brad’s rejection. But how true was


    that statement?


    He’s a Prince of beasts and is used to taking


    anything he wants either willingly or forcefully.


    And even when I had been a horny b***h and


    tried to rape him, he still hadn’t taken me. He


    said he wanted me to give myself to him out of


    my own free will and not because of the bond,


    but that doesn’t sound right. Which kind of man can resist a girl begging him to take her? And not just


    any girl, but one he shares a special bond with and is supposed to be sexually


    attracted to.


    Okay, maybe I’m overthinking all of this. I


    had let J into my head, and her words are


    creating a cloud of doubts in my mind. I’ll prove her wrong, though, as soon as Reagan is back.


    He had told me before leaving today that he would be back early this time for dinner.! hurry to change


    into a burgundy colored dress with thin straps. It ys from the waist


    downwards and stops a few inches above my


    knee.


    I wait for a few minutes before the door to


    the bedroom swings opens with Reagan


    emerging from behind it. He looks handsome in a ck, buttoned-up shirt and grey chino pants with his


    hair styled backward but slightly


    tousled.


    I smile my brightest at him as he walks in and takes in the scene before him.


    “Hey.” I walk up to him.


    “Hey…” He replies, his eyes shining with


    surprise. “What’s all this?” He asks, looking back


    at me with curiosity.


    “A makeup date,” I answer after cing a peck on his cheek. I take his hand and lead him to the bed


    before taking the tray of food and settling beside him.


    Thad made chickpea sd with grated carrots, chopped celery and fresh dill I also made some tarts for


    dessert. It’s not much for a date, but I hope it could still count.


    “I feel horrible for ruining ourst date, and


    I hope this will make up for it,” I state with a


    slight shrug. He sighs as he takes the tray from


    1. me.


    “It wasn’t your fault. You weren’t in the


    best of times.”


    “I know, but I still wanted to do


    something.”


    He smiles at me before taking a spoon full of the sd and cing it in front of my mouth so he could


    feed me. I smile before epting it.


    A whileter, I decided then to bring up the


    topic of my idleness.


    “Reagan?” I call for him to look at me.”


    was thinking, in the meantime, since my online


    college application is still in the process, that


    maybe I could help you out with your case.” ||


    cautiously say, slightly scared he might refuse.


    He stays silent for a few seconds with an


    unreadable expression, on while I wait with


    bated breath.


    “I would love that.” He finally says, causing


    me to whip my head up at him wide–eyed. “It would be wonderful to have you with me all day.”


    Igrin up at him excited before pushing up


    to ce a kiss of appreciation on his lips.


    After we were done, I take the tray from his


    hand and ce it back on the nightstand. I climb on top of hisp, shing him a seductive smile as I


    help unbutton his shirt. He stares at


    me in amusement and slight confusion. But before he could ask anything, I lock my lips with


    his.


    I plunge my tongue into his mouth, dancing my tongue along with his as I kept on unbuttoning his shirt.


    His arm wraps around my


    waist, holding me tight as he also gets lost in the


    kiss.


    Igrind my hip on him, rubbing my d core


    against his crotch while moaning into his


    mouth. Hisrge arm around my waist explores


    every inch of my body. His lips trail to my cheek then, down my neck, sucking and biting while eliciting


    moans of pleasure from me.


    My hands go down to his pants, struggling with his belt buckle, and that’s when he asked,


    “What are you doing, little wolf?” He


    whispers the question into my ear, still sucking at my neck. I lean closer to his ear with my hands still on


    his belt buckle.


    “I want you to mark me, Reagan,” I whisper before sucking on his ear lobe. But he goes rigid under me


    before slowly moving away from me.