Prince Reagan

Leaving The Past Behind

Thad already suspected that Reagan won’t leave me alone in the same room as Brad. He’d

barely even agreed to me coming here. I understand his fear, though.

“I just need a few minutes alone with him…”

“I said, no!” His low menacing growl leaves room for no argument.

My eyes trail to the audience behind us, who were curiously staring at us. They

understand immediately when I arch an eyebrow at them and proceed to leave. But Stacy, of

course, was reluctant and only leaves when Luna Ciara grabs her wrist and drags her along.

With a sigh, I turn back to my mate, whose eyes are blazing in fury and determination as

they stare down at me.

“Reagan,” I began, “I won’t stay more than I need to…”

“The last time you were alone with him, he tried to mark you. So no, I’m not taking any chances.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“He doesn’t even have the canines he needs to mark me, and he’s…bedridden.” I cringe slightly in guilt once more as lutter those words. “To be precise, he can’t harm me.” I shrug.

He’s silent, not budging from my words and remaining determined. His dark eyes on me show no sign of him giving in, and I can only sigh in frustration. He can be so stubborn at

times.

“Baby,” I walk up to him and place my palm on his cheeks, peeking directly into his eyes. “I’m not going in there to leave you and never come back. I only want to clear the air between Brad and me and get this heavy feeling off my chest. I need to do this, not just for me but for us.”

Brad and lonce shared a connection, and whether I like it or not, I once held strong feelings for him. But they don’t compare to what Reagan and I have. While Brad had stained our mate bond and trampled on it, Reagan and I had nourished ours to grow into something beautiful that we both cherish. And for me to move on completely, I need to end whatever it was Brad and I had. Be it hate or despise.

I can see my mate isn’t happy one bit with my decision, but he soon nods in acceptance.

His jaw is clenched, and his body is rigid as he watches me walk towards the door.

“Five minutes, and I’m coming in.” I hear his gruff voice behind me.

With a brief and light knock, I slowly swing the door open and step into the dimly lit room. . Even though he had disappointed everyone, he was still treated nicely, it seems. The room is large, and I could see a fireplace that is lit opposite to the bed. And Brad laid on the

to study his sickly pale face with his eyes closed in sleep. His black hair had grown long enough to cover part of his face and forehead, looking

lot. Gone was the high school jock everyone used to envy and adore, now replaced

and watch as his eyelids slowly flutter open before they trail around the room and eventually land on me. They squint at me in disbelief before

to walk up to him till I stood beside his

stares up at me, dazed, before shifting so he could sit up. I walk to help him, arranging his pillows behind him while keeping an emotionless mask on. I may

he had done to me. He gave me the worst year of

my life when he tried to

from his lips, causing me to stare

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upward.

helping me to sit up in bed. How the tables have turned.” His chuckle turns bitter then, and I could see the sadness and regret in his eyes as

came into view. His once muscular arms were now almost as tiny

suddenly say, and he looks back up at me. “I was never weak, considering I survived you rejecting me and marking another.” I try to keep my tone as cold as possible, not displaying

Reagan must look like with his ear glued

Brad nods in agreement. “You were always strong enough to lead, and I was a fool for not noticing it.”

between us felt awkward and tense with all that had happened leading to

hate me, and I don’t blame

turn to stare at him then, my eyes

the bedroom door then, but Brad doesn’t seem to notice as his eyes are fixed

my words, and I can

on his face

of annoyance crosses his features. “Pity? You pity me because of what your cunt of a Prince did to me?!” He bares his mouth open then, and for the first time, I see the two gaping holes between his teeth, where

to be.

what he thought best to protect his mate.” I defend Reagan with pride, not

your mate!” Brad suddenly roars, and I can see specks of red flashing in

can see that since they weren’t glowing

I’m happy about that.” My eyes trail to the bedroom door, where Reagan

good care of you.”” turn back to Brad, who was still seething

merely by my present sight and wishes for a way to sever the mating

after sinking in too deep. How shameful. She doesn’t know that death is the only way out. Until one of them is dead, the bond can’t be broken. And even then, there’s a possibility the other will

eyes and voice suddenly turn soft as a look of vulnerability appear on his face. “Not even my parents. Even though they allow me

feel a slight ache of nothing but pity for this man in

defeated.

he leans forward to me and takes a hold of my hand, causing me to furrow my eyebrows down at him. “I feel whole once more. Not even Stacy can make feel that. You feel it, don’t you? The

• He grips both my hands in his, and I stop him by snatching mine away. Their touch

particular Prince can.

turns crestfallen at my blatant rejection as