Prince Reagan

"Your brother is an a*****e," I comment before taking another sip from the wine bottle. Lexi and I are both sitting on love seats facing the large windows that gave a breathtaking view of the city. The Navy blue curtains are pulled aside, and the lights in the sitting room are dimmed. The lights from the city also help illuminate the room. Overall, it is all so beautiful, and I think I'm a bit drunk from this bottle of wine. It's a bit stronger than the ones I'm used to.

Reagan had left a few hours ago with Daniel, only saying they had work to do. Turns out, Lexi is the only one still in college. Since I'm locked up like a wayward teen in high school, I'm left with drowning myself with this wine and seething quietly. I tried reading in the room, but Reagan's scent kept distracting me. It smells so fucking fantastic and becomes even more enticing as time passes.

"Who?" Lexi suddenly asks as she takes a sip from her own glass.

That's right, she's more classy than I am. While she uses a glass, I drink directly from a bottle.

She's even dressed in a long lemon-green gown and seated elegantly with one long leg crossed over the other. Her brown hair, falling about her face in waves, and her pose perfect for a queen.

While I am wearing plain old jeans with a baggy grey top. Slumped on the loveseat with my legs and arms splayed apart. My appearance, looking haggard.

"I'm talking about His Highness, of course." I spat his name as it thrills and annoys me at the same time.

Locking me up like some kid, how dare he?

Lexi's soft giggles fill the room then, making me whip my head at her in confusion.

"Oh no, Reagan's not my brother. We're cousins, actually. Distant cousins, by the way."

"Same thing," I mutter before sipping from the bottle once more.

"You're drinking an awful lot." She points out, and I can feel her judging stare on me.

"That's all thanks to him, isn't it."

She sighs then, "You know he's just overprotective because he hasn't marked you yet. His beast isn't exactly happy about that, so the only way to keep him happy is if he has you away from other males. You should be glad he's even allowing you to go to school. All you can do for him now is to not piss him or his beast off."

Her words make sense, but they also irritate me.

Just because he hasn't marked me doesn't mean he has full rights to decide what I can or cannot do. I still don't think of him as my mate, so I shouldn't be subdued in such a way. I deserve some freedom!

Sighing, I try to take another sip from the bottle only to find it empty. I try bobbing it to bring out the last drops, not minding Lexi's expression as she watches me.

"You know I'm a human with full rights in this world, right?" I ask the rhetorical question with a slight slur to my words.

"Yes. But you're also a werewolf...a beast. And there are laws for all beast and supernatural creatures out there. For instance, faeries don't just come out of their world except they're lost or in an important mission. And also, we female beasts can't just go against ou mates without good reasons."

I scoff at that, "What's this? Medieval times?"

"For us, it is."

I stand to my feet then, staggering and almost falling back down to the seat.

"f**k it all, and Reagan too." This is me when I'm drunk. I say things I won't usually say, and I'm a bit of a handful.

Lexi stands up to assist me. "You don't look good. Let's get you upstairs." I try to struggle with her, but she's a Lycan who can easily drag me wherever she wants. When she tries taking me to Reagan's side of the hallway, I protest immediately. He's the only one staying in this part of the hallway while Lexi, Daniel, and Adrian all reside on the other side of the house.

"I don't wanna go there." I voice out my protest. Right now, I didn't want to inhale and get drunk on his scent. Even though I'm already drunk.

Lexi shrugs before guiding me to her room. "One more thing, you should be careful of how you speak about Reagan. If you had cussed or insulted him, like how you did earlier, to his face, he may not be so lenient with you." She deadpanned with a serious expression on.

I snort at that, "What is he going to do? Spank me?" I roll my eyes but got no answer from her as she plops me on her bed. A wave of dizziness overtakes me then, and I begin to feel a slight headache.

"God! What was in that drink?" Usually, werewolves hardly have hang-overs. We don't even get drunk so easily. It would take more than one bottle to fully make an average werewolf drunk. So it's strange this drink was affecting me so.

"It's designed for Lycans. I'm surprised you haven't even passed out yet." Lexi arranges my slumped form on her bed.

"Why didn't you warn me when I opened the bottle." I groan while shielding my eyes from the blinding light.

She shrugs before sitting beside me, "You were pissed and needed to cool off." Her features are becoming blurry as my eyes flutter close.

"Goodnight." I heard her whisper before I blackout.

I felt someone gently pick me up before walking with my unconscious form in his arms. A familiar scent engulfs me, and I push my nose further into the chest, breathing in that scent. Even Brad doesn't smell this good.

Soon, I'm placed on a soft bed, and the man was about to leave me, but I pull his shirt along with me. I couldn't open my eyes as my head was still aching, and I didn't want to see the blinding light behind my eyes. I hear a deep masculine chuckle that vibrates through my body and pools heat at the bottom of my belly as I continue to breathe in the scent.

Soon, he joins me, holding me to his body with his arms around my waist. With my head on his chest, I drift back to sleep with a smile on my l!ps.

When I wake up, my headache is surprisingly dull, almost gone. But I can still feel it a bit. I can sense I'm alone on the bed even before I snap my eyes open. The familiar walls come into sight, and I realize I'm no longer in Lexi's room.

I sit up, my eyes darting around the room for any sign of Reagan, but he's not here. I can't remember coming here last night. The last thing I recall is passing out on Lexi's bed.

I check around for my phone and find it on the nightstand. It was already nine in the morning! I spring up from my bed and about to hurry to the shower when I realize something odd. I'm no longer clad in my jeans and grey top, but a cream colored baggy button- down shirt that stops mid-thigh for me. My eyes widen in horror as I wonder who had u.ndressed me.

I don't remember taking off my clothes yesterday and putting this on. Fear settles in my belly, making my stomach churns even though I haven't eaten anything. I had a faint idea who had u.ndressed me as I can smell their scent in the shirt.

The culprit walks in the den, arrogantly might I add, and his eyes snap to mine immediately. A smirk makes its way to his lips when he takes in my form, and his eyes slowly trail down from my chest to my almost naked legs. His gaze is so intense, it's almost like he's touching me with his hands. I move back as I see the lust begin to grow in them, and he's looking like he's about to pounce on me, like a lion on its prey.

He takes a step towards me then, causing warning bells to go off in my head. And I take the initiative then to make a dash towards the bathroom. Wrong move.

I'm caught before I can make it, with my back slammed against the hardwood door.

His face immediately buries itself into my neck, taking a whiff before lapping away with his tongue. I squirm in his arms, but he grips my h!ps tight to hold me in place. The only thing was, his hand weren't on the shirt but under, touching my panties and bare h!p. "You smell and taste so f*ucking good." He growls as his canine nip at my sweet spot. A wave of pleasure hits me then, spreading through all parts of my body and ending down in my belly before pooling into my panties. I gasp then, feeling intoxicated by his touch. His hand on my h!ps caress my thighs before playing with the top of my panties. I squeeze my thigh as my legs curls into the rug.

He stops then to take a whiff of the air, and his nostrils flare as his eyes darken the more.

"F**k." He cuss, springing away from me as if my skin burned him. His back is facing me with his height hunched, taking in deep breaths.

I'm also panting for air as he moved away from me. My body hot and clammy in the mere seconds we had been together. His shirt sticking to my body as my knees buckle under me, but I try to remain standing. Speaking of shirts...

"You u.ndressed me?!" I snarl, feeling my temper rise back.

He turns to me then, his eyes regaining back their light color and his face an emotionless mask. He seems to have regained his posture as he's not staring at me like I'm breakfast.

He shrugs, "So?"

"S...so?" I sputter, blinking my eyes rapidly at him. He doesn't even seem one bit ashamed. I take in deep breaths to calm myself and not yell at him.

"So...you have no right."

He c***s an eyebrow at me before taking a threatening step towards me.

"I believe I do have every right over my mate."

"I'm not your mate!" I yell and realize my mistake too late. A shadow looms over his face as he narrows his eyes in warning at me. I snap my mouth shut and look down at my bare feet in pure fascination. My nails seem to be coming out. Maybe I should clip them this morning before heading to school.

"Look at me." I hear the low growl emit from him, but I decide to keep admiring my toes instead. Right now, I prefer looking at them than into a pissed Reagan's eyes.

"Ellie." He growls my name once more, and I reluctantly take my eyes away from my toes to his face. His expression seems calm, but I know it was all a facade. He's pissed. I can feel it rolling off of him.

"Would you like to take that statement back?" I know it's not a question, but a silent threat.

I swallow past my dry throat and look at the wall beside him.

"I'm your mate."

"The wall's?" He asks, but with no amusement in his eyes.

I stare then at his eyes that had a speck of gold glowing in them. It seems he's trying to reign in his wolf but also failing as the gold specks keep flashing.

"I...I'm your mate." I say once more but staring straight at him this time. My eyes then retrieve back to the floor as I hear him sigh. I see his feet glide closer to mine before he raises my head up using his thumb and forefinger.

"Ellie, my sweet Ellie." He whispers as he caresses my hair with his other hand, brushing it out of my face.

"I don't want to force you to finally admit that, but you keep testing my patience. I would prefer if you figure you're mine out yourself." He stares deep into my blue eyes, a smirk making its way to his l!ps.

"Now, to avoid a repeat of yesterday, I'll be driving you to school. When does your class start?" He suddenly asks. I rack my brain for my timetable, trying to recall what time my classes would start. "Eleven o'clock...I think." I would have to check my timetable on my phone later for that.

"Good. Let's go shower then." He grabs my hand and opens the bathroom door behind me. My eyes widen as my mind begins to register the meaning of his words. His hand reaches for my shirt button as he pulls me closer.