Prince Reagan

Old Pack

I was fiddling with my fingers as I felt anxious about the upcoming confrontation with my former mate. My bruised lips are already healed due to my wolf’s healing, so I was back to

chewing on it.

Thaven’t seen Brad since that unfaithful day when he’d tried to mark and almost kill me. But thanks to Reagan beside me, that didn’t happened. Brad had lost a lot due to that day. His canines, his Alpha title, his dignity, and even the love of his parents.

I wasn’t sure if he hated me for it and would curse me to hell if he saw me. But I was gonna try my luck either way and see how he fared. His mate, Stacy, might wish to kill me if her eyes landed on me, but I wasn’t scared of her. I actually feel bad for her, seeing as her world was also crumbling along with Brad’s. She wasn’t going to be a Luna anymore, and her mate was, well…damaged.

I can feel Reagan’s fury beside me as he kept his eyes out the window. We already were in the forest, moving along a dirt road that leads to the packhouse.

I know how he feels, considering I felt that way anytime I saw Janet close to him. He’s seething with jealousy and fury. And I’m sure if he saw Brad tonight, he’d rip his throat out with his claws. It’s a good thing I had stopped him from taking Brad to the council to face a trial. He wouldn’t have survived any more punishment handed to him.

I’ve known Brad right from high school. He used to be sweet and jovial, and everyone loved him then. But everything changed the day I heard my heart beat his name as my mate. I

wonder for a while how things would have been had he accepted me that day. He would have

been named Alpha on his inauguration day. But maybe he would have lost his life in the

process.

Reagan had mentioned that he would have still felt that I was his mate and would challenge Brad for me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that as it made me seem like an object. But either way, something bad would have happened to Brad, and I’m always the cause, it

seems.

That was the thing with the mate bond. It is far from perfect, with too many flaws. Only a few are lucky to experience the good side of it, like my parents.

We weren’t stopped on the way since the werewolf’s on duty could smell us and knew we weren’t a threat.

The lights flashing from the packhouse can be seen now, and my nervousness once more spikes up. I was having second thoughts when I felt my mate’s calming touch on my thigh. I

support me. And I understood that, even without him

open the car door for us. I

1. us.

werewolves had already come out and waited there for us. They could smell who was coming and already had

to Reagan before nodding to me. He may be my pack member, but

what do we owe this pleasantry from a royal beast?” He politely asks, not

contact with my mate.

an eyebrow at him with his usual unreadable expression on. “Or hasn’t he been notified that a higher authority is in his

ice that makes the werewolf and his friends shiver

sir. He will

behind him and his Luna. Other pack members with high officials follow, not wanting to miss the occasion of

Highness.” Alpha Benson’s bows to Reagan and earns a

“Benson.”

weary look on my previous Alpha’s face, probably from all

I’m turning into a Lycan. I no longer feel the need to be submissive towards him since my wolf is getting

still looking regal like a queen. But I know it’s just a show to hide her misfortunes. Since she was a

mate in before asking silly questions, you useless mutt?” Alpha Benson’s loud growl is enough to make the male

begins to

come in.” Alpha Benson urges, forcing out a

he didn’t blame himself for his son’s

follows his words with looks

Luna Ciara stutter out, which was a first, as she

deserve any more punishment than he has already received. Please, Ellie. Do something.” She shamelessly pleads with tears falling down her cheeks as she looks to me

her this vulnerable before, making me

forward to pull her back even though she protests and continues to plead to Reagan. Pack members were already peeping from upstairs,

before us. “As much as I would love to end your worthless son’s life with my bare hands…I can’t, seeing as I’m not here for that.” I send a small glare at

the pack or even executed in some.

stops her pleading to stare at my mate, who has a

would just like to have a chat with him.” Reagan briefly explains, and the confusion only grows as everyone now turn their stare to me in question. I feel uncomfortable from the curious looks, but luckily, Reagan

mentions in a bored tone. “Can you bring