Prince Reagan

Chapter 25

 

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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. 

our

a while, reveling at the

of my

or gone against

his guard

expressions and feel

to him somehow.

while he strokes my hair

fingers. I lift my

he looks at me in

what would have happened if

to Brad? Would you

known I‘m your mate?” A

and I can see

slightly. 

answers, making me

confused. But that doesn‘t make

sense! 

sighs when he sees the question written

over my face before pulling me back

extremely rare

if it‘s a curse on us or

of our extended lives. But anyway,

are unmated, we can still find

if they‘ve been claimed

rare occasion that we find them,

death. And of course, we always

a smug

horror at him. 

cruel. You

two mates forcefully from

one in the

she be affected?” He frowns at my questions,

me with his eyebrow

disbelief. 

we‘re beasts. We take what

we see fit. And it‘s up to the

You know how it

go to court every

to settle the littlest

make a point. We can‘t follow the

as humans since it‘s not

among humans makes

differently sometimes.

obvious. He shrugs like it‘s

my eyes at him.

Ellie. I don‘t make the

and has so many

But you

past us with some other

doing anything. Our beasts

let us.” He explains.

about the person

Won‘t he or she feel the pain of

mate?” I tilt my head

question. 

“Once they‘re with us,

as we mark them. Just as

mate bond any more with that

the last part in

anger and hatred in his

don‘t feel anything

like he never

before. 

shake my head to stare at Reagan.

heard you‘re reporting

I cautiously bring up

knowing how much he hates me

And his demeanor does

a bit dark.

running a

through his hair. 

that

mutt and would love if he had

But Adrian

got

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

he

And I can‘t do much

for the king, who is

superior to me.” 

at least do

mine, and they

in a

not trying to defend Brad, but I

has already suffered enough. You tore

canines, Reagan. That‘s the

give a

Some people would even prefer death to

away to the wall, and I

of his jaw to draw him back

don‘t have any feelings for

I feel really guilty for all he‘s

It‘s partially my fault he‘s in this mess.”

the one who

Reagan states. 

that. But it still

better. And him being

would only make me feel worse.” I stare

warm eyes, cupping his jaw as I

he can‘t hurt me

the state that he

it for a while, his

gently on my hips. With a

he gruffly agrees.

I can do.”

spread wide on

lips. 

you!” Tunexpectedly throw

him to give him a tight hug. He

second in shock before he

arm around me. I

been lifted off

meeting his grave

my chest. A lot of

starting

Benson

state after a

Reagan‘s hair as

buried in

placing a kiss on my

before going

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