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.

“Want me to feed you?”

Immediately as the words left his mouth, a

vivid, erotic image of him feeding me something

else pops into my mind. I pause in horror before shaking it from my mind. Where are these thoughts coming from?

“I don‘t think we should have any sort of

physical contact for a while,” I say the words as

swallow past the lump in my throat.

“And feeding you dinner is a sort of

physical contact?” Thear the amusement in his

voice, causing me to turn and narrow my eyes at

“You‘re enjoying this aren‘t you?” His smile widens as he scoots closer to me.

“Let‘s just say it‘s wonderful to see you squirm just at my words...or touch.” He glides a finger down my exposed arm, making goosebumps appear on the skin as I shiver. He looks back up to grin at me. “Now you know

how I‘ve been feeling all this white.

“Asshole,” I mutter before I begin to shove

my food into my mouth.

His sexy chuckle only makes things worse for me down there, and I try hard to concentrate

on something else other than the erotic images

popping into my head.

I remember something then, a certain

black–haired beauty clinging to Reagan like

she‘s trying to glue herself to him. My wolflets

out a low growl as I recall the memory.

“Who is she?” I ask for the second time that

night, and he knows who I‘m talking about as

his smile falls off. He‘s silent for a while with a

frown marring his perfect face as he seems lost

in thought

“Don‘t worry about that now. Eat your food.” He dismisses the question with a wave of his hand.

I frown at his reaction as he averts his eyes. “That‘s what you said the last time.” He doesn‘t answer but keeps his eyes on the wall opposite

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“Would you have not worried about it if some other man had his hands all over me as he presses me against him, my boobs touching his

chest...”

“Don‘t.” He growled the simple word as his burning gaze diverts back to mine. His expression had been turning dark little by little as I had spoken

“Then tell me who she is.” I stare at him

dead in the eyes in determination while he had his stare back at me in a warning. When he sees I‘m not giving up, he sighs, running his long fingers through his full hair.

“She‘s an old acquaintance.”

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suming Jealousy

I frown at him, “She hadn‘t looked or behaved like an acquaintance.” He doesn‘t 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 came here?”

He‘s silent for a while as I wait for his answer while holding my breath. He finally nods, causing my jaw to clench.

When I had first asked about the clothes, he said something about her, always staying here even when he wasn‘t around. That means they

had been very close to have been living like an old couple. And his reluctance to not talk about her only makes me more agitated about how close they were

“She doesn‘t mean anything to me

anymore, not since I‘ve met you.” His voice is near to my ear as he‘d sat up straight and scoot closer to me. I want to believe him, but I‘m feeling so much jealousy right now, it scares me,

My body is rigid and tensed in anger, and it

Buming Jealousy suddenly feels hard to breathe properly. As space out, my mind conjures many scenarios in which end her. I‘m 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.

“What‘s she doing here now?” I ask, totally forgetting my food so I could focus all my

attention on him.

“I don‘t know. She comes sometimes, and then after a while, disappears to God know

where.”

“You mean she comes to f**k you and then disappears after you both have had your fun...”

“God, Ellie. What do you want me to say?” He‘s pulling his hair out in frustration now. “To apologize for the past flings that I had before meeting you?”

I know it‘s not fair of me to ask that, but it doesn‘t make me feel better knowing he had something to do with that female in the past. He

probably had tons of flings and relationships with that pretty face and hot body of his. And he is more than a century old. I hate the idea that I‘m not his first, considering he‘s my first everything

“Eat your food, Ellie.” He nods at the tray.

“I‘m not hungry.” I stubbornly say while crossing my hands over my chest, but my stomach takes that time to let out a low rumble. Traitor. I glare down at it.

Reagan sighs as he wraps his hand around my body to cradle me against his chest. “Janet is someone in the past. But you‘re my present and future.” He takes hold of my jaw, so I‘m looking straight into his sincere eyes. “What we have is a rare and special bond that nothing and no one can break because I won‘t let them. You‘re mine, now and forever. Don‘t ever forget

that or think any less.”

His words have an effect on my emotions, and I begin to calm down as a wave of tranquility washes over me. It‘s funny how iust

yesterday, I was still fighting the feelings I have for him. But now, hearing him assure me that I’m his is what I needed to calm down. I guess he was right about my emotions being heightened from now on. I have to find a way to control myself, or i might end up hurting someone or

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“She‘s very pretty.” I voice out my

insecurity in a whisper.

He nods in agreement, “Yes, she is:“|

narrow my eyes at him in a warning: “Good thing my mate‘s prettier.” He adds with a sexy grin, causing my cheeks to turn pink.

Trealize then that he‘s been holding me for

a while, and my body hasn‘t turned hot in need.

So resting further into his chest, I continue to

eat my dinner with a satisfied smile on my face.

We remain like that for a while, him holding

me to his chest as he strokes my hair while

chow down the stir–fry. And when I‘m done, he

takes the tray from me to lay it down on the nightstand beside the bed. He cradles me in his

arms, and we sit back on the pillows as we are surrounded by silence. We don‘t say anything as We only enjoy our moment together. It‘s the first time we‘re actually agreeing on the same thing. And also the first time for us being this close since I began to accept him even though it was just an hour ago

I don‘t know how long we stayed like that or when I began to doze off. But I felt when Reagan properly laid me on the bed to sleep. I felt his presence gone for a few minutes before he came back once more to spoon me. And just like that, I’m out like a light.

I don‘t know what time it is, but I suddenly feel that familiar hotness seep into my skin. It burns to between my legs, bringing me out of my slumber. My eyes snap open to take in the darkened room before settling on the form beside me.

Reagan‘s arms around me only make the flames on my skin intensify till i‘m sweating

Reagan‘s arms around me only make the flames on my skin intensify till I‘m sweating

mess. My chemise clings to me like a second

skin, and I can feel every inch of Reagan‘s body against mine. I squeeze my thighs together to reduce the aching need between them, but it

doesn‘t do much

I turn in his embrace, pushing him back down as I straddle his hips. He begins to wake up then, his eyes fluttering open with sleep evident in them. But before he could

comprehend what‘s happening, my hands are already shoved into his pants.