Prince Reagan

Chapter 5

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,

for one second I’ll be denying

you in every possible way I can.”

to my neck then my breast, and I

in fear

any space between

lips on my neck sending

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

shut immediately as my eyes widen

me? I sounded like one of those

pulls his tongue out to lay at

accord buck towards him as I gasp at the amount of pleasure that little action brought

his large hand lands on my waist,

to suck and bite at that spot. And

moan louder than before.

to look at my flushed face and then my neck

Better.” He says and

to have a

me an irresistible smile, almost making it hard for

to reject:

love it.” He

makes my stomach curl.

I’ll take one later.” i wrap my arms

away from those

shrugs before turning to leave

bathroom.

shuts the door behind him, I flop

the bed with a

is my life

a Lycan Prince has declared me his. And there’s nothing I can do

parents, not my alpha...I’m on my own. Right now, I wish Lana or

someone I can talk to and

is unusually dilent and

My wolf is unusually silent and I

what she does.

shut me

confused

more, I look down

Since Reagan isn’t letting me have a

pair of

the second door across

shower running from

So the second must be the walk-in

I search for the light switch and flick it on. I’m struck by the number of clothes that are in here, both

arranged with men’s clothing

the right side,

scent immediately irritates me even

over as my hand touches a

is red in color and very provocative.

out through my eyes as she

in

is living here to have so

room. And she doesn’t smell human,

or is living here to have

room. And she

think Lycan

sneer in distaste before spinning and grabbing one of Reagan’s shirt

the wardrobe. I’d rather sleep in his shirt

female. I haven’t

already hate her.

is probably

be Reagan’s mate.

werewolves mate both their kind

associate

Gina had been

Lycan. They look at us as nothing but

there is no way I’m mated to a Lycan

and would tear me into pieces with

Reagan, I’ve heard of how

I do not want to be

fuming

out of the bathroom with a towel

on his hips. And he

my pacing form immediately, and he c***s an eyebrow at me. But I’m too busy admiring his packs and muscles. His

neck to his toned

disappearing into that V-shaped…

say, “I want my

exasperatedly, “I already told you, no.”

neck as

not going to sleep in

in.” i spit the word, “lady:

look on my face

furrows his eyebrows at

the wardrobe at the back that

open. Realization dawns on his face before he stares

me with a

you jealous?” He asks with a

the edge

nose, “No, I’m not. I just don’t

a slit throat for stealing another Lycan’s

on the word ‘Lycan’ so he would

that won’t

from his

He nods in mock understanding,

at him

though. Janet and

time age and haven’t seen each

still here? Why am

not sure.

didn’t mind.” He

sometimes,

nod and look

jealous,

with me? I can

but she

scent in this

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