Guinevere, the beloved daughter of a powerful Alpha of Crimson howl pack, is ready to unite two strong packs through her marriage to her loving boyfriend Hayden Perez, the son of another powerful Alpha of the Moon Claw Pack. She has always been the perfect daughter, loved by her family and pack. As her wedding day approaches, everything seems perfect, but everything changes when Hayden's estranged stepbrother disguises himself as Hayden and takes his place at the altar. Reagan, once abandoned by his father, has formed his own pack and become a feared and powerful Alpha of the notorious shadow fang pack. Heartbroken and angry, Guinevere learns she is now bound to Reagan by ancient rituals. Forced to rule the pack with the man she despises, she vows to make him pay for ruining her life. Her anger grows when she discovers that Hayden had been cheating on her with her cousin, Shayla, and planned to reject her after the ceremony. As Guinevere's world falls apart, she becomes bitter and vengeful. But as she spends more time with Reagan, she begins to see a different side of him—a side that challenges her feelings and stirs something new in her heart. Stuck between a past full of betrayal and an uncertain future, Guinevere must choose whether to hold onto her pain or embrace a new love that might heal her broken heart.
View MoreGwen's POVI paced around the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every second felt like an eternity of misery. What was I supposed to do? Should I walk out and face him? Who could I possibly ask for help in a situation like this? It was all my fault.I raked my fingers through my hair, groaning in frustration. If only I had listened to Reagan—if only I had given him the chance to explain before things spiraled out of control. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting in my stomach until it was unbearable.Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, footsteps entering the house. The familiar scent hit me before I even saw him.Reagan.I dashed out of my room, my heart pounding as I ran to meet him. But the moment I laid eyes on him, my heart shattered into pieces. He was covered in blood—his clothes, his skin, his hands—all smeared in crimson. He looked drained, barely holding himself together, but what hurt me the most was the rage burning in his eyes."Reag—" I started, my voice trembling.
Reagan's POV We circled each other like predators in a deadly dance—myself, Otis, and Carlos—each of us tense, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Carlos glanced at me, then flicked his gaze to Otis, his lips curling into a smug grin."Well, this seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Two against one? I’d say that’s cheating," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.I smirked, enjoying the way his anger simmered beneath the surface. "If you’re such a coward," I began, my tone casual but cutting, "then just ask." I glanced over at Otis and gave a sharp nod. "Stand down."Otis hesitated, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Reagan, you can’t be serious—"I cut him off, my voice firm and unyielding. "You don’t intervene. Even if Carlos is slitting my throat, you don’t move." My words barely left my lips when Carlos lunged forward, his fist connecting with my jaw in a brutal blow that sent me crashing into the wall.I groaned as I pulled myself up from the ground. Carlos laughed,
Reagan POV"Good, you're awake," Carlos said, his voice dripping with malice as I forced my eyes open, my head pounding and body weak. My wrists ached from the chains, tightly wrapped around me, biting into my skin. Every breath I took felt labored, as if the air in the room had thickened with the weight of dread.I lifted my head, locking eyes with him. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the exhaustion evident in every word.Carlos smiled—a chilling, twisted grin that sent a cold shiver down my spine. "I thought that was clear," he said, his gaze shifting to the figure standing beside him, the woman from earlier. "You do remember my friend, right?" He gestured toward her with a sickening nonchalance.I narrowed my eyes at her, recognition dawning as my heart raced. "Just in case you've forgotten," Carlos continued, "this is Amy. A very good friend of mine. And you see, Amy here is going to help me put a hex on you." His grin widened, eyes gleaming with a sa
Rya POV“I can’t seem to find him,” Sabrina said, her voice laced with frustration.I stopped pacing abruptly, my nails digging into my palms as I turned to face her. “What do you mean you can’t find him?” The weight of my words hung heavily between us, a sharp edge to my tone as the frustration inside me became unbearable. Hours. It had been *hours* since we learned Reagan had been kidnapped by that lunatic Carlos, and now, our last hope seemed to be slipping away.“You’re a witch,” I said, stepping closer to her, my voice rising. “Use your witch stuff and locate him!”Sabrina glanced at Otis, then back at me, her shoulders tense as she took a slow, steadying breath. “It’s not that simple, okay? I’m trying, but it’s like there’s something—someone—blocking the spell. I just can’t track him.” Her voice cracked, the pressure wearing her down.I scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. “Keep trying.”Otis moved towards me, his face softening in concern. “Rya, maybe we should calm down…”“Cal
Reagan POVThe pounding in my head was relentless, every throb echoing through my skull as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, blurry vision adjusting to the dim room. Where the hell was I? I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead, heavy and sluggish, as if weighed down by invisible shackles.And then I heard it—footsteps. Slow, deliberate.I blinked, struggling to focus, and when I saw him, rage flared up inside me like a wildfire. Carlos. His smug grin made my blood boil.“How does it feel to be betrayed by the woman you love?” His voice dripped with satisfaction, each word taunting me.I growled, fury coursing through my veins. “Get me out of this,” I spat, trying to lunge at him. But the heavy chains around my wrists held me back, clanking as they pulled me down.Carlos laughed, the sound sharp and grating. “God, I’ve waited for this day,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with twisted excitement. “A day I get to kill you. And oh boy,
Guinevere's POVI stared at Reagan’s unconscious body, my heart pounding in my chest. What have I done? Panic surged through me as the weight of my actions crashed down like a tidal wave.No.This wasn’t right. I needed to stop this.I spun around to face Carlos, but before I could react, he was on me, using his wolf speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, pressing a cloth over my mouth. My eyes widened, and I struggled, thrashing against him, but my body quickly betrayed me. The world blurred around me, my limbs growing heavy as darkness swallowed me whole.***When my eyes fluttered open, my head throbbed painfully. I winced, taking in my surroundings—no sign of Reagan, no sign of Carlos. “F*cking bastard,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to stand. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I pushed through, making my way back to the Shadow Gang pack house. Every step was a battle, my mind spinning with what had just happened. I was such a fool to trust Carlos. I had
Guinevere's POVIt had been a week since we returned from Julius's party, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my chest. On the outside, everything seemed normal—Reagan went about his usual activities, keeping busy like nothing had changed. But I couldn't help myself from watching him closely, my mind filled with doubts and worries.Carlos's words from our last conversation kept replaying in my head. They stuck with me, making it hard to focus on anything else. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over: What does Reagan really want? Why did he kill Tony? And why did he pretend to be Hayden on our wedding day?I sat at my desk, my hand moving aimlessly as I scribbled in a notebook. The words I wrote didn’t make any sense. Frustration built up inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore."Ugh!" I slammed the book shut, the sound loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but it didn’t help. The memory of that night with Carlos pushed its way into my
Guinevere's POV"An emergency came up, and I have to head south," Reagan said, his voice laced with urgency. “What happened?” I asked, stepping closer to him, my eyes searching his face for any clue about the situation.“Apparently, an illness seems to have broken out in Crescent Pack,” he explained, his tone serious as he ran a hand through his hair, a habit I knew he had when he was stressed.“No, that’s bad. I should come with you,” I offered, my voice firm as I reached out, my hand instinctively brushing against his arm.Reagan’s gaze softened at my concern, but he shook his head gently, his hand covering mine. “No, you should head back to the pack. We’ve been gone, and though I trust Rya, they need the supervision of their Luna,” he said, his voice steady yet tender. His thumb traced small circles on the back of my hand, trying to reassure me.I nodded slowly, realizing he was right. My duties as Luna couldn’t be neglected, especially now. “Be safe,” I whispered, my voice betray
Guinevere's POVI Love youReagan’s words echoed in my mind as I slowly woke up. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the soft light filtering through the curtains. The remnants of last night’s passion were all around me—clothes strewn across the floor, books knocked off the shelves, and an undeniable sense of intimacy hanging in the air.I groaned softly, my hand pressing against my throbbing head as I sat up. My body ached deliciously, a reminder of just how intense last night had been. Heat rose to my cheeks as flashes of being bent over by Reagan came rushing back. My pulse quickened at the memory, but something else crept in—where was Reagan?A sense of unease washed over me as I scanned the room. The bed was empty, sheets tangled and rumpled from our restless night. I reached down, picking up Reagan's shirt, slipping it over my shoulders as I moved out of the bedroom.Padding quietly into the kitchen, I found him there, completely absorbed in whatever he was doing at the stove. He
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