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

study his sickly pale face with his eyes closed in sleep. His black

was the high school jock everyone used to envy and adore, now replaced with a fragile

they trail around the room and eventually

voice fills my ear, and I continued to walk up to him till

to help him, arranging his

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

took my life when he tried to

causing me to stare

* * * *

upward.

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 he

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

wrong.” I 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 any emotion, knowing a certain somebody was listening outside. He may not

how silly Reagan must look

always strong enough to lead, and I was a fool for not noticing it.” He

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

hate me, and

at him then, my eyes

I couldn’t. The mate bond 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 seems

now, as the mate bond is severed, I still don’t…” Brad’s eyes lighten up at my words, and I can see the hope in them. “Because I feel nothing but pity for you”, I

on his

look 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

to be.

thought best to protect his mate.” I defend Reagan with pride,

roars, and I can see specks of red flashing in his eyes.

very week. I can see

bedroom door, where Reagan stood behind it. I couldn’t be

good care of you.”” turn back to Brad, who was still seething in fury, on the

statement, “You mean the w***e who is disgusted merely by my

Stacy already wants to leave 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

His eyes and voice suddenly turn soft as a look of vulnerability appear on his face. “Not even my parents. Even though they allow me a bit of luxury…” He gestures around the room. “…I can see in their eyes they no longer

pity for this man in front of me, looking broken

defeated.

leans forward to me and takes a hold of my hand, causing me to furrow my eyebrows down at him. “I feel whole

• 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