Prince Reagan

Chapter 46

Taken

The buzzing sound of Reagan’s phone vibrating on the nightstand wakes us both up with sleepy, groggy eyes. I lay back on the bed with a groan while he reaches for the phone and

picks it.

“What?” His cold voice demands, and I could hear the irritation in his tone from being

interrupted in his sleep.

I look up at him to see his eyebrows suddenly furrow as he listens to whatever the person on the other line was saying. His eyes shift to me then, and I stare at him in question while standing up to lay on my elbows behind me.

“T’ll be there.” He only says before ending the call and standing up in his sweatpants. “What’s going on?” I ask, watching him put on his shirt as if he was ready to go out. And it

was only five in the morning!

“A nearby pack, Lotus Pack, was ambushed by a group of rogues not too long ago. They caught one. I need to go.” He explains as he heads for the door.

“I’m coming too,” I say, also standing up to follow. But he turns around to stop me with a shake of his head.

“No. Not in your condition.” And by condition, he meant my ‘heat.’ Yesterday, my body had started growing hot once more as I get aroused by the slightest thing my mate did. His mere touch was enough to have me humping on him. And my mood swings had come in full blast

too.

“Why not?!”I demand. “I’m perfectly fine right now.” He walks up to me and stares down into my eyes as his palm comes up to brush my cheek.

“Your scent is very strong and will attract a lot of male attention. And I won’t be able to concentrate with every man’s eyes on you.” His warm eyes flash with a light that I recognize all too well, his usual possessiveness. But this time I glimpse at something behind it, something gentle, not worry exactly, but a care for me. “Stay. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He says it in a low tone and I can help but trust his word.

“Alright, call me if anything big happens though, okay? Good luck.” I offer him a tiny smile and see him relax for a second, only to then remember that he has to hurry, and turns to rush

out the bedroom door.

I flump back on the bed with a loud huff, letting a bit of my frustration sink in. I’ve always gone with him when anything like this arises, but now, because of this stupid ‘heat,’ I can’t. And it had to be the day they finally caught one of them. I wish for my wolf to quickly complete her

burning feeling again.

the security in smaller packs, especially those guarding at night, as it seems that’s when these rogues love to strike.

is exhausted and disoriented

we’ll finally have the answers we’re looking for. I can only pray to the moon that we find the kidnapped she-wolves in good condition. But of course, questioning the prisoner won’t be easy, since werewolves aren’t easy to break

come back.

the morning, but sleep is the last thing I want to do right now.

is slowly turning hot, and also to clear my mind. We still haven’t gone back to the former penthouse where Danny and Lexi reside, and I am okay with that for now, even with Janet no longer around. I like the privacy Reagan and I have here together. It allows us the time

presence and crude jokes about what we do here. He sometimes stays too late at night, knowing

pain in the ass.

She will soon be done with it and maybe spend

early.

at the thought of moving away from Los Angeles, from my home and my parents. I would surely miss them a

by itself is enough to make me feel agitated. I wonder how they would act towards me, a

choice. I can’t stay a day without Reagan anymore and

him wherever he goes.

before deciding to step out and dress

sun is already coming up, and I draw

so does my

these days. My eyes are glowing more gold-like each time my wolf looks through my

and howling at the moon, especially when it’s full. Even my wolf craves it a lot, I can feel her desire every time, matching mine. It will probably

hear a knock at the door and a gruff

had made sure only one staff was assigned to us, and I know his voice from memory since I’ve been hearing it

human male, and I also knew him from his scent, but this one had either masked his or was something else. Could my heat be blocking my sense of smell? No, that has never happened before. And

the door, my hand slowly reaching for the doorknob. I brace myself for

twist the doorknob and then open the door

his hands, a tray containing a stainless-steel covered dish. I eye

are you, and what happened to the other guy who usually serves us?” I ask with a frown directed at

and I’m here to fill in for him.” He answers in a polite tone, but I’m still

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