Prince Reagan

Chapter 45

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

his eyes closed in sleep. His black hair had grown long enough

used to envy and adore, now replaced with a

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

continued to

so he could sit up. I walk to help him, arranging his pillows behind him while

mean I’ve forgotten all he had done to me. He

life when he tried to mark

from his lips, causing me to stare at him

* * * *

upward.

here you are, helping me to sit up in bed. How the tables have turned.” His chuckle turns bitter

how skinny he had become as his torso came into view. His once muscular arms were now almost as tiny as mine

tone as cold as possible, not displaying any emotion, knowing a certain somebody was listening outside. He may not have followed me in, but that

wondering how silly Reagan must look like with his ear glued to the

to lead,

air between

hate me, and I don’t blame

to stare at him then, my

wouldn’t let me.” I hear a light thud at the bedroom door then, but Brad doesn’t seem to notice as his eyes are fixed on me. It

words, and I can see the hope in them.

his

cunt of a Prince did to me?!” He bares his mouth open then, and for the first time, I see

to be.

only did what he thought best to protect his mate.” I defend Reagan with pride, not liking how Brad

roars, and I can see specks of red flashing

very week. I can see that

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

you.”” turn

by my present sight and wishes for a

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

on his face. “Not even my parents. Even though they allow me a

slight ache of nothing but pity for this man in front of me, looking broken

defeated.

my hand, causing me to furrow my eyebrows down at him. “I feel whole once more. Not

  • 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 he

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