Prince Reagan

Howl In The Night

With tears brimming in my eyes, I had left the penthouse with some of the books I had with me. I

hadn’t bought most of the dresses in the closet with my money and only a few old ones there were really

mine, but I still had plenty at home, so I decided not to go through with the trouble of packing. I didn’t even have the strength to.

I hadn’t seen anyone downstairs when I left and I’m actually glad about that. I couldn’t answer any questions in my dazed state.

I feel so heartbroken by Reagan’s action that the anger hasn’t even started to sink in yet. I was like a walking zombie when I got home. But thankfully, my parents weren’t home, or they would have thrown a fit once they saw the state I’m in. I found the house key under the mat like they always kept it and walked in, straight up to my room so I could flop on my bed and begin to ball my eyes out.

My pillow becomes soaked in a few seconds as sobs rack my body. I feel weak and pathetic like I had

when Brad had rejected me over a year ago. It’s the worst feeling ever, and I just wanted it to go away. My

mate, who is supposed to be consoling me, is the reason why I feel this way. He hadn’t even stopped me from leaving, which is alarming considering he usually would go to extreme lengths to keep me with him.

So what happened?

Janet. She had happened. I feel so stupid for letting her make me tear us apart. If I hadn’t tried to prove her wrong, then none of this would have happened. I would still be with Reagan and not doubting

him all of a sudden. I had let her make me break our trust.

I don’t know how many hours passed with me moping in misery before I started to feel resentment. I

resent Brad for turning me into this insecure girl who thinks nobody wants her. I resent Janet for causing

me to be doubtful of myself and my mate. And I resent Reagan for not doing much to prove them all

wrong.

I must’ve missed the moment that my mum came home, because eventually she finds me sitting on

the bed with my fists clenched beside me. I glare at the wall as if wanting it to crumble under my stare.

“Honey?” I hear her sweet voice filled with concern. I turn to see her at the door, holding the doorknob with her eyebrows furrowed in worry. She waltzes in further, coming to sit beside me with her eyes focused on me, trying to figure out what was wrong.

She’s supposed to be in Hawaii with Dad as one of the gifts Reagan had given them, but they had

rejected that too. Sometimes I think them crazy for acting so damn humble all the time.

I broke into tears in her arms. I cried tears I should have when Brad had rejected me. I had gone through all that by myself, trying to act tough and not alert anyone else. When instead, I should have opened up to her

And without asking what was wrong, she hugged me, stroking my hair as she whispers soothing words into my ear. I cried so hard into her chest, and she held me all through. When I was done, she wipes my cheeks and sends me a welcoming smile.

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to visit us?” I let out a light chuckle, hiding my face.

“After dinner,” I reply.

I didn’t want him to worry as he tends to quickly turn to his overprotective mode when he senses something is wrong. Plus, I couldn’t tell him Reagan refused to mark me when I asked him to. He might take it the wrong way and think Reagan has discarded me, and that would get him furious. But my mum would understand better. Dad was excited to see me back home, though, even if slightly worried, suspecting

room. I then told her bits of all that happened since the arrival of Janet. She listened attentively, not interrupting me and I felt relieved to finally be able to talk about it to someone else. It felt like half of the weight on

with it. She’s

know I’m not ready?!” My

word. “Sorry,”

as she stares

causing me to snap my

“What?”

to mark you because you want him to, or because you want to prove this

had planted the seed of doubt into my mind about him not ever going to mark me. I had wanted to see the look of defeat on her face when I proudly wore his mark, and that’s why I had asked him to mark me. But both of those times, I didn’t really want him to mark me because I wanted him to wholeheartedly. It was

Always trust your mate, no matter what. I may not like that Prince with how he had forcefully

fluttering in affection as I felt giddy all over. Deep

felt giddy all over. Deep down in my heart, no matter how angry or doubtfull am, I know Reagan would do anything to keep me. Sometimes I’m just too stupid to remember

as she stares into my eyes. “You’re going to face a lot of challenges being mated to him. But you can’t let that tear you away from

never go

and I nod before

obviously had a long day. Get some rest and think

begin to lay back on my bed, and she

leaves, I call her.

“Mum? Thank you.”

suddenly miss shifting into my wolf. She was still in

as powerful as that.

a tug at my heart as I stare at the empty side of the bed beside me. It’s so weird sleeping in my former room after all this while, and alone. I’ve been sleeping with Reagan for a long time now, cuddling with him every night. It

words with a sigh. Yes, she is right, but I’m still not going back to that penthouse. I remember how Reagan hadn’t even tried to

had left, but he still hasn’t come looking

back just like that, my pride won’t let me. I will only go back when

but until then, I’ll be

right now with my mind

whining in my head for him. I sigh as I stand up, giving up on

and I hurry to look for it. My heart is beating fast in my chest as I hope the call is from my mate. Maybe he wants

wipes off my

It was my

a sign, I pick up the

“Hey, aunt Diana.”

a few seconds,

once more when I heard

to sit up straight in my bed. “We need

I hear a growl next, and it seems the phone has been snatched from my

place