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.

until now. We’ve tightened the security in smaller packs, especially those guarding at night, as it seems that’s when these rogues love to

and

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

come back.

but sleep is the last thing I want to do right now. I’m more anxious about

to cool off my body as it 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 to share more

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

pain in the ass.

her finals and barely makes it to visit us. She will

early.

of moving away from Los Angeles, from my home and my parents. I

me feel agitated. I wonder

I can’t stay a day without Reagan anymore and

him wherever he goes.

time in the bathtub before deciding to

blue top. The sun is already coming up, and I

does my

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

at the

I hear a knock at the door

sure only one staff was assigned to us, and I know his voice from memory since I’ve been hearing it for weeks now. I sniff the air for his scent but I’m confused even

was something else. Could my heat be blocking my sense of smell? No, that has never happened before. And this room service’s a bit late today as he always comes at

over to the door, my hand slowly reaching for the doorknob. I brace myself for an attack, ready to defend

and then open the

uniform. In his hands, a tray containing a stainless-steel covered dish. I eye him warily while he smiles

guy who usually serves us?” I ask with a frown directed at him. I still

to fill in for him.” He answers

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