Prince Reagan

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 she comes

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, Janet waltz back in with

a taunting smile on her lips. I try to ignore her, but she comes 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 blazing

in rage.

“What are you talking about?”

She smirks before crossing her arms over

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 clasps 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, Janet, 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 platter. And when he isn’t, he forcefully takes it. And you believe he hasn’t sunk his fangs into your neck and declare 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

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

she could beat me.

more

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

then, we hear

ping and soon hear light footsteps. Lexi waltz in with

a bag of groceries.

flops herself onto a chair, not

remember most of the things

and me as I haven’t

her. Janet, however,

she’s having a blast.

should tell Lexi about

then I remember what she said about

for a way to kick her out because of

insecurities.

her see and realize that Reagan hasn’t marked me

haven’t allowed her to. Not

make him

happen.

before going back to

meantime, I try

to work. Lexi keeps

her glancing at me once in

arrange the meal on the tray before

a death glare at

before I go.

bed, fluffing the pillow

a way to

truth is, after Janet brought it up, I’ve been feeling slightly restless. Reagan

marked me when we first

my wolf isn’t ready and was still healing from

that statement?

of beasts and is used to

he wants either

had been a

him, he still hadn’t taken me.

to give

will and

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

attracted to.

overthinking

into my head, and her

my mind. I’ll prove her wrong, though, as soon as Reagan

this time for dinner.! hurry to

a few

knee.

few minutes before

bedroom swings opens with

shirt and grey chino pants with his hair

tousled.

my brightest at him as he walks in

I walk up

his eyes

all this?”

at me with curiosity.

on his cheek. I take his hand and lead him to the bed before taking