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

And I understood

of the large house, and Adrian comes to open the car door for us. I hop out with Reagan behind me before Adrian slams

1. us.

come out and waited there for us. They could smell who

be my pack member, but I hardly knew any of them since I

a

contact with my mate.

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

with ice that makes the werewolf and his friends shiver

He will

with high officials follow, not wanting to

bows to Reagan and earns a grunt in

“Benson.”

my previous

into a Lycan. I no longer feel the need to

just a show to hide her misfortunes. Since she was a leader, she had to keep looking

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

begins to

Alpha Benson urges, forcing out a smile

in shame. I really wish he didn’t blame himself for his son’s

can hear the displeasure in his voice. Silence follows his words with looks of dread on the pack members’ faces. Even

hear Luna Ciara stutter out, which

than he has already received. Please, Ellie.

seen her this vulnerable before,

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

out an irritated sigh as he takes in the scene 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 him, not happy with how he was unfeeling to these

banished from the pack or even executed in some. But since his dad is the

at Reagan’s words. Luna Ciara stops her pleading to stare

as everyone now turn their stare to me in question. I feel uncomfortable from the curious looks, but luckily, Reagan steps in front of me so their eyes would

night,” Reagan mentions in a bored tone. “Can