Prince Reagan

Chapter 25

 

Progress 

I‘m still a bit shaken by my conclusion as I 

remain frozen on the bed. She–wolves are 

fragile creatures that are easy to break and 

tame. And this can be achieved through the 

mate bond. Yes, just as it‘s all wonderful and 

magical, it can also be a dangerous tool if used 

wrongly. 

For us werewolves, the males are the ones 

to mark us, but we can‘t mark them back. And 

when the male sinks their canines into the 

female‘s neck, not only is he claiming her as his, 

but she‘s also accepting to be submissive to 

him. We are then campelled to follow whatever 

our mate says. 

Personally, I think it‘s bullshit as we‘re 

supposed to be equals, and so does every other 

female. So that‘s why male werewolves are 

 

cautious when exerting authority over their 

mates; they try as much as possible not to use 

this power of theirs overus. But as I said before, 

it can be used very wrongly. 

If she–wolves are being sold, it would mean 

there‘s a strong possibility male werewolves 

are the ones buying them. Probably dangerous 

rogues. And if they are, they could forcefully 

mark them and bind these she–wolves to them. 

This way, they wouldn‘t be able to stand up for 

themselves or go against their mates. It‘s the 

perfect tool to turn them into their personal 

slaves, only giving birth to their pups as they‘re 

abused daily. I feel sick, even just thinking 

about it. 

“Hey...” I hear a soft whisper beside my ear, 

startling me out of my thoughts. I must have 

been deep in them as Reagan has stood up 

from the sofa and is sitting beside me now. 

 

she wolves back,” Reagan reassures me, 

caressing my cheek. His eyes are soft, and for 

the first time, I see an emotion in them that 

squeezes my heartstrings. “You look pale. Do 

you feel sick?” Worry furrows his eyebrows as 

he scrutinizes me and strokes my cheek with 

his palm. 

I quickly shake my head, regaining my 

senses. “I‘m fine. Just a bit sorry for the 

she–wolves.” 

He smiles before nodding, his arms going 

around my waist to bring me onto his lap. I go 

rigid in his arms as he tucks my head beneath 

his chin and holds me softly to him. His hand 

smoothly caresses my arm while he lays a kiss 

on my head. 

“Feel better now?” He asks in a smooth, 

soft voice. I slowly relax into his arms, sighing 

 

scent 

“Yeah.” I wrap my tiny arms around his 

muscular torso, rubbing my cheeks against his 

chest. It‘s a new side of him I‘m seeing, and I 

think I like this side better. So much better than 

his possessive and controlling side. I don‘t 

know if it‘s because he‘s a Prince who‘s used to 

giving commands and that is why he always 

treats me like that. 

remain sharing our company

while, reveling at

part of my plan was

fought or gone against

so caring with his guard down.

of his expressions and feel more

him

he

fingers. I lift my

looks at me in question.

have

was mated to Brad? Would you

I‘m your mate?” A shadow looms

I can see his jaw

slightly. 

gruffly answers, making me all

more confused. But that doesn‘t

sense! 

when he sees the question written

pulling me back

it‘s extremely rare

it‘s a

of our extended lives. But anyway,

we can still find

been claimed

it‘s a rare occasion that we

duel to the death. And of

a smug smile while I stare

horror at him. 

cruel. You

mates forcefully

and kill one in the process?

He frowns

at me with his eyebrow raised in

disbelief. 

beasts. We take what is ours

And it‘s up

it works. We‘re not the

who go to

to settle the littlest of

make a point. We

protocols as humans since

among humans makes

things differently sometimes.

He shrugs

I narrow my eyes

I don‘t make the

isn‘t perfect and has so many flaws

you can‘t

our mate walk past us with some other

doing anything. Our beasts

let us.” He

the

or she feel the pain of

of his mate?” I tilt my

question. 

“Once they‘re with us, they

as we mark them.

mate bond

He spits the last part in disdain,

anger and hatred in his

anything for Brad

never existed

before. 

to stare at Reagan.

of Brad...I heard you‘re reporting

I

how much he

Brad. And his demeanor does change,

a bit dark.

then, running

through his hair. 

I don‘t give that much a

mutt and would love if he had

that forest. But

got here

  1. me. My father had kept him by my side as my 

so, sometimes, he acts

me. And I can‘t do

directly for the king,

superior to me.” 

can‘t you at

to mine, and they narrow down

me in

not trying to defend Brad, but I

has already suffered enough. You tore

That‘s

to give a werewolf, especially an

people would even prefer death

looks away to the wall, and I quickly

jaw to draw

have any feelings

I feel really guilty

partially my fault

one who rejected you!”

Reagan states. 

But it

any better. And him being sent

make me feel worse.” I stare

his jaw

hips, “Besides, he

the state that he

it for a while, his lips

both his hand gently on my

he gruffly

what I

grin spread wide on

lips. 

Tunexpectedly throw

around him to give him a tight hug. He

rigid for a second in shock before

his arm around me. I suddenly feel like a

been lifted off my shoulders.

meeting his

on my chest. A lot of people

affected, starting

Benson and Stacy.

after

Reagan‘s hair as he

in my

He breathes, placing a kiss on my

going

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