Prince Reagan

Luna Ciara backs away from the frightened Stacy, looking stupefied as she let’s go of her arm. Alpha Benson’s fists are shaking, trying to reign in his wolf as he glowers at Brad and Stacy, who had deceived him. Waves of anger rolling off of him, making everyone shift nervously due to his Alpha aura he’s emitting. Well, everyone except the two Lycans in the room.

The Prince has a blank look on his face, not showing any expression whatsoever. It’s hard to read him, and I don’t know if he’s surprised like the rest, or angry. Well, at least now he would understand that I’m not his mate since I’m Brad’s. A werewolf can’t have more than one mate. It has never happened.

“Since when?” Alpha Benson growls out the question at his son, who is looking away in shame.

I can see Brad swallow as his Adam’s apple bobs. Stacy also looks petrified, and tears are beginning to run down her pale face. Her lips wobble, and her whole body is shaking.

“The first day of senior year.”

“That’s more than a year now. Before you mated with Stacy.” Alpha Benson points out.

“And why are we getting to know about this?” He walks over to Brad, and I can see his jaw clenching as he restrains himself from pouncing on him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” My mum turns to me and asks, making me bite my lip in guilt. I had almost forgotten they were here. My parents both have worry and surprise, etched on their faces with a hint of guilt.

Why hadn’t I told her? At first, I thought it’s because Brad threatened me to keep it a secret. But later, I realized I was kidding myself.

I hadn’t told them because I didn’t want them to see what a failure I was. My mate rejected me! If everyone knew, they would scorn me for not being good enough to keep my mate. They would say I was worthless, and that that’s why he left me. This is what has happened to other she-wolves that have been rejected before.

But it’s different for male wolves. If a male wolf is rejected, they won’t scorn him. No. Rather, they would call the she-wolf a skank. So either way, the females lose.

“We love each other.” Stacy’s weak voice fills the silence, and everyone rotates their head to her. “He loves me and not her!” She points to me, her eyes filled with hatred as she regards me. “She’s a mistake!”
I feel like scratching her face at that statement, but there are just too many witnesses.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll personally rip out your throat and hang your body outside for everyone to see what a shame you are.” Luna Ciara’s cold tone sends chills down everyone’s back. “You both have sullied the sacred meaning of the Mate bond, so don’t you start preaching about love to me.” I don’t think she ever liked Stacy.

Stacy moves back again in fright. And I didn’t think it possible, but her face turns even more white. Her lips tremble, and tears roll down her cheeks like a river.

Ladies and gentlemen, your future Luna of Lunar pack. A frightened wolf who can’t even stand up for herself and her mate. Useless. I pity the future of this pack, I really do. With an Alpha like Brad and a Luna as Stacy, it will plummet to the ground. No longer will we be regarded as the strongest.

“I see.” His majesty suddenly speaks while nodding in understanding. Everyone whips their heads to him at that, wanting to know his opinion.

He digs his hands into his pant’s pockets, and his eyes look to me, “Your son rejected this beautiful wolf for her.” He gestures to a pale Stacy. “What a pity.” He shakes his head, making me blush while Stacy got more teary-eyed. Did he just say I’m better than her?

I can feel my insides bubble in happiness at being complimented, and I try to hide my blush.

“His loss and my gain.” A malicious grin makes his way to his lips, giving him the look of a devil.

“If you don’t mind, Benson. I would like to claim my mate and be on my way.” I’m not shocked at the way he addresses my Alpha. He might look younger than alpha Benson, but Lycans age slower than we do. So he might be older.

“But your Majesty, she’s my son’s mate. You have to let them be together otherwise…”

“Enough!” The Prince orders with his aura stretched about the room. Every wolf, including, my parents bare their neck open in submission, but I still am left unaffected. His eyes are darkened as he stares back at my Alpha, and I can see his jaw clench.

“I’ll be going home tonight with my mate, and anyone who dares stop me will suffer dire consequences.” His eyes specifically lock on Brad. “I hope that is clear enough for everyone.” He smiles, wickedly like he hadn’t just laid out a threat.

“But you’re not my mate!” I voice out, and everyone eyes whip to me then. Seriously, am I the only one who knows second mates doesn’t exist?

have said something now, but everyone’s just quiet about it. Maybe they’re just scared. And maybe, I am

I try to amend as

she against it?” He

my wolf speak in my head, but I can feel what she wants or thinks. Her thoughts are my thoughts, and her feelings are mine

get out, so I shift. When she has her ears down and whimpers, I know she’s sad. And when she wags her tail and pants with her tongue out, it means she’s happy or approves of something. So you see, we are the same. We don’t fight or argue as we always want the

sure what to think, herself. I can feel her conflicted thoughts as she doesn’t feel the mate bond towards his Highness, but we do feel some kind of pull towards him. I don’t know if it’s because of the powerful aura he’s emitting as she-wolves are naturally drawn to power. We

announces when I don’t speak after

done, and I can be on my way with my

looks to his son, disappointment evident in his eyes as he regards him. I can see the conflict in

on your way, Your Majesty.” Everyone’s ears perk up at that. We all know the ceremony can not be conducted without

today.” He announces, and Brad

ready for such great responsibility.” Alpha Benson regrettably says with

You can’t do that!” All the blood drains away from Brad’s face

Benson narrows his eyes

Luna Ciara for help, but she reluctantly looks away. Alpha Benson looks very determined on his word with his

and I hear Stacy sob

them both today in front of a Lycan Prince. And soon, the whole pack, as everyone would

a cherished aspect of the werewolf community, and we all take it very seriously. But Brad

that marking me as his Luna would make him look weak while Stacy would do the opposite. But look where we are now. His position is being

“I’ll be on my way then. Come, my

my parents in fear, and I can see their face mirroring mine. Their hold on me tightens, making His Highness glare at us. I didn’t want to

a shame to have to cause

my parents’ arms on reflex as his word sinks in. I could feel the bile rising up in my throat as I make my way towards him and take his hand. My fingers tingle under as a triumphant smirk appears

heading towards the door with my hand in his. His friend strides over to us, too, following us out, and I look back

causing His Highness to sigh,

holds him back as it seems he’s about to shift. Veins popping out of his forehead with his fangs bared open. Is he trying to get himself killed? I don’t know. He can’t defeat a Lycan, even if it wasn’t a Prince. Alphas are still lower than any average Lycan, and he knows

Highness doesn’t even seem bothered by him, but rather, looks

worry, Your Majesty. You can be on your way.” Alpha Benson manages to get out as he holds down a growling Brad. Poor thing. Loses his position, and now his mate. Well, he had already lost me a long time ago, the

way out, and I turn to my parents once more. My mum looks scared as she watches me leave, but she nods encouragingly at me. My dad is slightly petrified also, but he tries to hide it as he smiles at me. But I see a tear drop from my

leads me where the ceremony is

hear people murmuring amongst themselves as their minds are clouded with confusion on what’s going on. They came here to see an Alpha being appointed, but instead, their Prince had claimed some random girl

for us three to walk through. But I can feel their curious gaze on us, mostly me, since His Highness is holding my hand in his. I feel uncomfortable about the attention we’re given until we make it to the front door and outside. His Highness hadn’t

the crowd. And had even glared at

lot, still dazed by the whole situation before a black car pulls up in front of us. The other Lycan takes the passenger’s seat

squealing in excitement if I wasn’t so

though, I’m not scared, not in

pulled into his lap, making me gasp in surprise at the action. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer

buries his face into my neck, breathing in

lap. He smells and feels good too, but I’m not

met with pitch-black eyes that are staring deep into my soul. Gone are the warm golden-brown eyes I had seen earlier. These were like that of the day. Malicious and dreadful. I stay rigid in his

I wasn’t scared.