Prince Reagan

The air is chilly outside, but I feel warm thanks to my wolf. The moon is big and bright up in the sky as I continue to stare at it. It almost feels like it’s trying to comfort me as it looks down to me.

Nights of full moons are one of the best for shifting into a werewolf. We are stronger then, and our senses are more heightened. We feel more connected to our inner wolves during this time as our first shifts are mostly during a full moon.

I had mine during one too. It was painful, my bones cracked into different positions, and I remember crying a lot that night. But after shifting a lot of times, I’m used to the pain, and it hurts less.

After the inauguration ceremony is done and over with, most werewolves will take off into the forest to shift into their wolf form. We do not miss the opportunity of a full moon since it happens only once in a month. Brad would lead us as the new Alpha through the woods, and together, we all would howl at the moon all night.

I will not be joining them tonight, though. Anything that deals with Brad irks me. I hope my wolf quickly heals so I can find an unmated wolf from another pack and get out of this one.

I love my pack. I grew up here, and my parents live here. It will be hard to say goodbye, but if I wanna completely move on, then I need to distance myself from that prick.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” I hear someone sigh in relief behind me, startling me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Lana by the doorway of the balcony, looking disoriented while puffing out breaths. Something doesn’t feel right.

The balcony is now empty as everyone had gone inside to watch Brad take the title of Alpha except me. But the packhouse is eerily silent, which is the opposite of what it’s supposed to be. By now, Brad should have been named Alpha, and there should be howls and whistles of merriment.

I scrunch my eyebrows in suspicion as Lana exhales in relief but still looks…scared?

“What’s wrong?” I slowly ask, making my way towards her. She pauses, looking unsure with a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m not sure either, but…you’re being called inside.” She announces. I stiffen in response as dread washes over me.

Was that why it’s silent inside? Because of me? But why? The only reason I could think of for the ceremony to halt for me is if…if they knew about me being Brad’s real mate.

My eyes widen in horror as I stare at Lana. She seems puzzled also, not knowing why I’m being summoned.

This is bad. This is really bad. If alpha Benson knows about Brad and me, he will force Brad to break his bond with Stacy and then mate me. I don’t wanna be a mate to a jerk like him. I still am a bit attracted to him, but I don’t want him anywhere near me. It’s a hot and cold situation.

But how did they find out? Had Brad revealed this to them? But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would he? He had made it clear that he wanted Stacy by his side and not me.

“Are you alright?” Lana asks, probably noticing the pale look on my face. I quickly shake out of my thoughts and put on a fake smile.

“I’m fine. Just a bit surprised.” I lie. She nods in return before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

“We have to hurry.”

I feel the tension in the air immediately as I walked in. The whole place is so silent, you would think the room empty and not filled with hundreds of werewolves. Our packhouse is large enough to hold thousands of people, and some werewolves reside here. But they’re mainly people with higher authority, like the Alpha, his beta, and the rest. Some omegas live here too as servants.

Everyone’s heads snap to me as I walk in, and they make a passage for me to walk through. Lana has already left my side, and I suddenly feel very nervous with everyone’s curious gaze on me.

Apart from that, I can feel a powerful aura coming from the front, and my guess is that the Prince is here.

Not even our former Alpha has such a strong aura.

Swallowing down my nervousness, I brush my sweaty palms down my gown before walking forward. More people clear the path for me to pass by. But I notice the farther I go, the more everyone’s head is bowed down with their neck open in a sign of submission. Even I feel the urge to bare my neck open like that, but it’s somehow different. Like I can ignore it if I want to.

move forward, and the aura gets stronger. There’s a thick earthy masculine scent in the air mixed with an expensive cologne. And it smells so heavenly, I can’t help myself but breathe in more. It gets stronger too as I walk forward,

the end of the line, but something

the middle of the raised platform, sitting in a lazy and bored posture is the most handsome, no, beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His hair is a golden color like the sun, and he has high cheekbones on a sharp

stares right back at me. I can feel the intensity in them as he raises his hand, stroking a floral

tray in hand. Her neck is bare in submission like everyone else, but her eyes move up to meet mine at that moment, and I could see the angry glare directed to me. I furrow my eyebrows in

to see everyone in this same position, including Brad and alpha Benson. I do the same as them, not

footfalls, and they are striding over to me. My eyes are looking at my silver heels in interest as my heart’s beat

can see the owner of the shoe slowly walk around me before stopping behind me.

That’s odd.

I would recoil at another male’s touch. Maybe it’s because she can sense the power radiating from

area he left open before I hear him inhale a deep breath. My hands clutch my dress tighter as his nose skims that area of my neck before he stops and moves back. I’m already

his thumb and forefinger to raise my head up, and I’m met with the most beautiful pair of glowing golden-brown

A growl rumbles through his chest with his

Wait! What?!

look Brad gives me sometimes, but this one is different. More intimate. Like he’s already claimed

He stretches his arm out to wrap around my waist and slams me

hands come up to his chest in the intent of pushing him away, but I’m left dazed by his magnificent face structure. He leans his face down, and I feel his

“Mate.”

voice roars behind him, and I feel him stiffen under my

yet. Did he

loud snarl. I notice he isn’t too bulky, but neither is he too thin, just lean, muscular…and perfect. His skin seems

view of what’s happening, and I roll my eyes at the sight of Brad having on a

challenge a Lycan?! And not

thinking the same thing as they watch the scene, shell shocked. Stacy is holding on to her mate’s shaking arm, trying to get him to back down and not do something stupid. But he bares

wrong with you, son? Back down now!” Alpha Benson yells at his son, and I can feel him exerting his alpha dominance over him. But what he doesn’t know is Brad can’t control himself. His wolf is pissed at another

father, leaving everyone

the whole packhouse erupt in gasps

Oh, no.

to get us exposed, and there will be consequences! I do

frown appears on Alpha Benson’s face, furrowing his eyebrows. He looks between

“What do you mean?”

rigid, but he seems calm and collected, watching the scene in

his body radiating authority. His sharp eyes move across the room, and

avoid the curious gazes we are given. My eyes scan the crowd, and I see my parents

Majesty.” Luna Ciara, alpha Benson’s mate, comes forward, looking regal and composed

mate’s office…that is if

right now. I can see the wheels turning in his head as

filled with dread before the Prince nods once. I can see Luna Ciara exhale in relief before leading us to the Alpha’s office. My wrist, however, is grabbed by His Majesty, making me walk by his side. Brad’s gaze follows this with a scowl, but he doesn’t say

I’m too confused

He called me his.

as it would create havoc. One person can only belong to another person,