Prince Reagan

Chapter 27

Burning Jealousy 

 

I watch the droplets of water cascading down my body fall to the ground in tiny splashes before going down the drain. The cool water helps soothe my burning hot skin, but it doesn‘t stop the ache between my legs. No, only something else is supposed to. 

If someone had said last week that I would 

be under a cold shower in the bedroom of a 

Prince of all beasts, I would have laughed hard in their faces. But in one week, I had been claimed by a Prince, locked in his house like a prisoner, escaped his clutches to my aunt‘s place only to be found by him a few days later 

with another man‘s canines on my neck. Then 

he had unfortunately lost those canines. Also, just growled at a female Lycan in jealousy, molested a Prince, still thought about doing it, and now I‘m turning to a Lycan. 

Yeah, my life‘s never going to be the same 

anymore. So much has happened in one week. 

 

Too much to alter my life‘s pattern. I couldn‘t go back and change the events that occurred, nor could I back out of whatever is happening to me. Everything scares me, but at the same time, I‘m excited to know more. 

Thave so many questions to ask, but I think I‘ve had enough for one night. All Reagan had told me earlier is still swimming through my head in disarray. 

I‘ve realized he‘s mine, but I’m hesitant to still accept that fact. Why would a plain girl like me be mated to a Prince?! Was my life some sort of movie to the moon goddess for her to have her fun with? What if I hadn‘t given that scarf to Gina? Would Reagan have never realized I‘m his mate, and we would have left that party without meeting? So many possibilities cross through my mind. But there were no answers. Maybe it‘s 

all just fate. 

With a sigh, I turn off the shower and reach for the towel. My body‘s heat had cooled down since I‘ve been under the shower for almost 

 

thirty minutes. I dry off before wearing back my thin chemise and tie my hair in a ponytail. I walk out to see something yummy waiting for me on the bed. And I‘m not talking about food. 

Reagan is still in his sweatpants and t–shirt, but he seems to get sexier by the minute. There‘s a tray containing a plate of shrimp and snap pea stir–fry, a glass of juice, and water. But that‘s not why I‘m drooling. He‘s sprawled on the bed beside the tray. His blond hair in a 

tangled mess because of my earlier assault. He 

has a smug grin on that pretty face, and his eyes are two alluring orbs drawing me in. My eyes trail down to his muscular chest and clad abs before going lower. I swear I can see the outline of Reagan‘s c**k if i stare hard enough. My 

mouth waters as I think about what he looks like 

there 

“Are you going to keep on staring all night, or are you actually hungry?” His voice makes my eyes snap back up to his smug face. I lick my lips before taking slow steps towards the bed. 

“And I‘m talking about the tray of food.” He adds with his lips quirking up further in amusement 

“I know that.” I send a glare his way as take the space on the other side of the bed. 

“Are we sharing this?” I ask, eyeing the plate of food meant for one. 

“No, I already had something while in the 

kitchen.” He mumbles as I sit the tray in my lap. 

to feed you?”

words left his mouth, a

image of him

in horror before shaking it from my mind. Where are these thoughts coming from?

think we should have

I say

the lump

dinner is a sort of

Thear the amusement in his

causing me to turn and narrow my

aren‘t you?” His smile widens

down my exposed arm, making goosebumps appear on the skin as I shiver. He looks back up to grin at me. “Now you

been feeling all this white.

mutter before I begin to shove

food into my mouth.

things worse for me down

something else other than the erotic images

my head.

remember something then,

to

herself to him. My

a low growl as I

I ask for the

who I‘m

He‘s silent for

his perfect face as he seems lost

 

in thought 

that now. Eat your food.” He dismisses the question with a wave of his

the last time.” He doesn‘t answer

  1. us. 

other man had his hands all over me as he presses me against him, my boobs touching

chest...” 

to mine.

tell me who she is.” I stare

a warning. When he

old acquaintance.”

Benis 

suming Jealousy 

say anything to my words. Tinhale in a deep breath before asking the question I dread. “Is she the owner of the clothes I saw in your closet when I first

answer while holding my breath. He finally nods, causing my jaw to

clothes, he said something about her, always staying here

like an old couple. And his reluctance to not talk about her only makes me more agitated about how close they

doesn‘t mean anything

to my ear as he‘d sat up straight and scoot closer

is rigid and tensed

shocked at my violent thoughts as I‘ve never had ones like them before, not even when Brad had marked Stacy in front of me. I‘m not the violent type. I‘ve always loved things to be sunny and warm.

totally forgetting my food

attention on him. 

sometimes, and then after a while, disappears to

where.” 

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