Prince Reagan

A Bite In The Bedroom

Turns out, I’m in an impressively large penthouse and

not in Canada.

The round walls, floor to ceiling, are mostly made of

windows that give a beautiful view of the city with the

curtains pulled open. The wide-spaced sitting room has two

large curved sofas with grey, white and black cushions neatly

arranged on it. The hardwood floor is smooth, and the

ceiling is sky-high. There’s a bar at the back and a spiral

staircase leading upstairs.

Reagan pulls me to the stairs while stare at everything

in awe. Reagan. I like the sound of that name.

My eyes shifting from one spot to another when I heard

him say.

“The rest are probably asleep by now.” I turn to him

then.

“You’ll get to meet them tomorrow.”

“The rest?” I ask as we emerge into a long hallway. Our

light footsteps are the only things that can be heard as we

walk further to stop in front of a large door,

I think it’s the master’s bedroom as it’s at the end of the

hallway, and its door is larger than the rest.

“My friends.” He swifily turns the knob and pushes it open for me to walk in.

I take in how widely spaced the bedroom is a king-sized

bed in the middle laid with grey and white bedsheets. The

Lighting here is dim, and the grey walls make it look darker. The curtains are drawn close with only the bedside lampon,

I can see there are two other doors across the room that I

imagine leads to a bathroom and walk-in closet.

The whole design and decoration of the house is

extravagant but has a hint of elegance to it.

And Reagan’s sont is more evident here. It’s swirling

around the room and into my nostrils, filling my mind with

different erotic thoughts.

I turn when I hear the bedroom door lock and see

Reagan walk further into the room towards me.

*Uh..where will be sleeping?” I ask, warily watching

him.

“Here, of course.” He answers matter of fact as he walks

past me to flop on the bed, and he begins to take off his shoe

“And you?” i nervously ask, dreading the answer.

He halts in his movement to look up at me with a

perfect eyebrow c

1. d. My palms begin to sweat as I wait for

his answer

“Here, also.”

“But that‘s not possible!” I speedily protest with my eyes wide open in fear. If we sleep in this room together, I’m

not sure I’ll be pure anymore come morning.

Reagan swiftly pulls off his last shoe before standing up

to tower over my small frame as he walks closer. His stance

and aura are intimidating, making me take a step back.

“Let’s get one thing straight. Just because I didn’t mark

and claim you in front of everyone when I first saw you, it

doesn’t mean I’m going to be giving you any space. I’m only letting you walk free without my bite on your pretty little neck because your wolf is still going through heartbreak.”

By now, my back is against the wall as he keeps coming

closer to me, and I have nowhere else to go.

He traps me with one of his hands beside my head on

the wall while I stare up at him. He looks pissed like he’s

restraining himself from doing something

His face leans in closer to mine, and our lips are almost

touching as he hisses,

think for one second

every possible way I can.”

then my breast, and I see them

swallow my saliva in fear as he moves in

any space

his lips on my neck sending zaps of

my body, and I involuntarily let out a moan. I snap

my

like

at one spot belore taking it between his teeth. My

buck towards him as I gasp at the amount of

large hand lands on my waist, holding

continues to suck and bite at

moan louder than before.

at my flushed face and then

He says and backs

to have a shower. Wannajoin me?”

smile, almost

to reject:

He coaxes with his

low tone that makes my stomach curl. I’m

one later.” i

away

turning

bathroom.

he shuts the door

bed with

life always

is an alpha, rejects me, now a Lycan Prince has declared me his. And there’s

Not my parents, not my alpha...I’m on my own. Right

I can

is unusually

My wolf is unusually silent and

what she does.

has shut me out. Something

mostly confused or

once more, I look down

I would wear. Since Reagan isn’t letting me have

the pair of

to the second door across the room.

from the first,

So the second must be the walk-in

before twisting the handle open. It’s dark, so I search for the light switch and flick it on. I’m struck by the number of clothes that are in here, both for men and women. The

men’s clothing while the other

coming from the right side, but another female’s scent is

the scent immediately irritates me

as

red in color and

peaks out through my eyes as she senses another

been in

living here to have

man’s room. And she doesn’t

or is living here to have so many

room. And she doesn’t smell

think Lycan

distaste before spinning and grabbing one of Reagan’s shirt that would be too oversized for me and

I’d rather sleep in his shirt than

that belongs to that female. I haven’t met her, and

already hate her.

This is probably all a

mate. Lycans only mate with

werewolves mate both their

prefer to associate themselves with only

That’s why Gina had been rudely

Lycan. They look at us as nothing but

they treat humans the same way. So there is no way I’m mated to a Lycan and a Prince at that. That female Lycan that owns

me into pieces

Reagan, I’ve heard

do not want to be on that

still seething and fuming in the

the

And

and he c***s an eyebrow at me. But I’m too busy admiring his packs and muscles. His hair is still wet,

toned chest and

disappearing into that V-shaped…

say, “I want my

sighs exasperatedly, “I already told you, no.”

towel around his neck as he looks

know, but I’m not going to sleep in the

resides in.” i spit the word, “lady:

look on my face

at me in

move past me to the wardrobe

his face before he stares

me with a

jealous?” He asks with a playful smile

the edge

“No, I’m not. I just

with a slit throat for stealing another Lycan’s man.”

the word ‘Lycan’ so he would get my point.

an ordinary she-wolf that

his kind’s

in mock understanding,

him

to worry about that, though. Janet and i split up

age and haven’t

still here? Why am I

answers. “I’m not

so I didn’t

and goes, sometimes, when I’m

and

jealous, asking him about

I can feel my wolf

his explanation, but she

in this