Prince Reagan

Chapter 36

Shattered

Ellie

“Where the hell were you last night?!” I yell

the question at the sleepy man beside me as I

glower down at him. At first, when I had woken

up to his scent and warmth, I had felt happy and content since he was here with me. But then irritation began to seep in at not knowing where

he had been last night.

I had waited all night like some good wife

for her husband, worrying where he was and berating myself for being the reason he left in the first place. And he could have been with…!

don’t know…Janet! I didn’t even realize when I

had fallen asleep, and now I wake up to see him

cuddling up to me like everything was alright. I

still haven’t forgotten how he blatantly rejected me yesterday, which was embarrassing, by the

way.

“Ellie?” His voice sounds husky and sleepy as he slowly stands up, rubbing the sleep out of

his eyes with his hands. His blond hair a tousled

mess, and that only seems to make him sexier with his full chest on display as he has no shirt

1. on. Yummy.

I compose myself quickly so I won’t begin to drool over him. I’m sitting with my arms

crossed over my chest, my face pulled in a

scowl, my eyes still blazing with anger.

Even though he looks cute in his vulnerable

state, I still am not going easy on him. There are bags under his eyes with his face in a dull

expression that lets me know he hasn’t gotten

much sleep. Meaning he was awake most of the

night and probably only joined me a few hours ago. I wonder why? What had kept him up all

night?

“What time is it?” He groans, running his

hands through his hair.

“I don’t know. Have you asked Janet?”

Childish, I know. But I’ve been thinking about

nothing but her all night. And how she’s likely the reason why my mate rejected me last night.

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eyes snap to mine as if he’s just seeing me for the first time and noticing my change of mood.

He sighs, reaching for me, “Little wolf...” But I pull back out of his reach, eyeing him cautiously. He seems a bit hurt at my action but

shakes his head.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asks.

“What time did you get back?” I scrunch

my eyebrows in question at him. He blinks, studying me in confusion.

He runs his hands down his face in

exhaustion, “Around five, I think.” He answers. No wonder he looks so tired.

I swallow past the lump in my throat as!

get ready to ask the next question. “Were you

with her?”

He seems confused at my question, arching

an eyebrow at me.” With who?”

“You know who.” I retort with my eyes narrowed at him. He blinks once more at me

before realization dawns on me.

“No, Ellie. Never.” He quickly answers with

a shake of his head. I believe him, not because of

the sincere look in his eyes, but because I would

have felt it if he had been sexually close to her.

But there’s still a probability he was with her.

Maybe he just didn’t touch her.

“So, where were you?”

He sighs, exasperated, “I went for a run,

okay?” He attempts to move closer to me and

hold me, but I step back once more, getting off the bed to stand to my feet.

“Okay, I know you’re still mad about last

night, but you have to understand...”

“Understand what?” I cut him off with a

sharp glare. “That my mate doesn’t want me probably because he’s interested in some other

female.”

“That’s enough, Ellie!” He growls the warning in his eyes flashing. I whip my head away to look at the wall opposite me, ignoring his hard glare.

After a while, I hear him shift from the bed

then, his light footfalls walking towards me. But I keep my eyes pinned away from him.

He’s right behind me when he says, “I never

said that I don’t want you, nor did I say I want

someone else. You know I’m crazy about you.

Look at me, Ellie.” His smooth voice behind me

coaxes me to let down my walls. I know if I step

into his arms, I might forget everything right

away and just lean further into him. So that’s

why I kept my distance as I turned to look at

him.

I feel slightly guilty as I notice the tired

expression on his face. I’m the cause of his pain.

I’m the one who made him storm out yesterday

in anger and tire himself out till this morning. I’m the one still causing him distress with my

sour mood.

His hand comes up to caress my cheeks, but this time, I don’t move away. He smells and

feels so good. I just want to forget everything

while I’m with him.

“Baby…” He says as I begin to lean into his

touch. But then, a sharp knock spoils the

moment as we both halt at the sound. Reagan

let’s out a low cuss before he growls angrily at

the intruder behind the door.

“What is it?!” He snaps.

“It’s me. We need to hurry and leave.” I

know that irritating voice anywhere. “A small pack was ambushed last night, and we need to

go check it out.”

My eyebrows furrow in question at her words as I stare back at Reagan in shock. He mutters something along the lines, “I’ll be down in a minute.” before the sound of retreating footsteps is heard.

I tilt my head at Reagan, still trying to

process the meaning behind Janet‘s words.

“I have to go right now, but…” “She’s joining you with the investigation?”

calmly voice out the question as I stare,

stunned at him. Since Janet came, I’ve never

seen her follow Reagan and Danny out. Mostly

because she isn’t working with them and also,

Danny hates her. He’s probably going to throw a

fit if he finds out about this. But for now, I’ll be

the one throwing a fit.

Reagan takes his time as if he already

knows how I would react to his answer. “Yes, she is.” He finally says but quickly adds, “Just like you, she wanted to be a part of it. And I hadn’t seen any harm in it. She is good at quickly spotting the slightest detail with her sharp eyes.

Her dad was once the head warrior and had

trained her well. She can be of good help and…”

“So she’ll be with you all day?”linterrupt him, hugging myself while digging my nails into my arms. I can already feel the jealousy slowly seeping into my bones.

He pauses to stare at me before answering,

“Yes.” I dig my nails deeper into my palms enough to draw blood. “But so will you.” He

quickly adds. “You did say you want to join me,

right?”

“I’m not.” I calmly state, even though I was boiling inside with fury. I won’t be able to stand

watching them being so close all day. My wolf

would pounce on Janet the first few minutes,

and I won’t even do anything to stop her since!

want her to.

I can’t believe he thinks I’ll be okay with

Janet being with him all day. If it had been Brad

and me, Reagan would have gone berserk at the

thought. He can’t even stand me saying his

name, and here he is wanting me to watch him and his ex play detective all day. No f*****g way.

“But you said you wanted to join me.” He

walks close to me, but I move away once more,

causing him to frown in disapproval.

“Yeah, but I also said I would be going back to my home for a few days…”

“This is your home!” He bellows then with fury. “I am your home.” He snarls the statement

with a dark look in his eyes. But I don’t so much

as cringe at his harsh tone. I only met his glare

head-on with one of mine.

“Are you sure?” I ask, causing him tock

an eyebrow at me in question. “‘Cause you don’t feel like it, not anymore.” I know I’m only adding fuel to fire, but I’m stating what I feel

right now. Everything between us is changing,

and I can feel our new fragile bond slowly

cracking. Doesn’t he feel it too?

He steps back at my words, almost as if had slapped him. He’s staring at me with shock

written all over his face before he shakes his

head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, little wolf. We belong to each other.” He takes a step closer to me. “You want me just as much as

want you.”

“Then mark me then.” I close the space

between us in one long stride. I had one of his

long shirts on and started to unbutton it. “Take me however you want. Make me yours.” Right

now, I’m a desperate she-wolf who didn’t want

to experience the pain of being rejected once more. I may have been able to survive that of

Brad’s, but I doubt I’ll make it through with

Reagan. He’s already part of my soul even

though he hasn’t marked me yet. I just can’t lose

him. And if begging him shamelessly will do the

trick, then I’m ready to take it.

His eyes flash with something dark in them

as he watches me unbutton his shirt. I’m

halfway through when I lean upon my

tippy-toes to place a hard sensuous kiss on his

lips. I trail my fingers down his exposed chest

and abs, aiming for below as I distract him with

the kiss. But when my hands touch his pant, he

lets out a growl before gripping both my wrists

and move them away.

“No.” He whispers between us, our breaths coming out in pants from our makeout session.

“Why?!”I almost yelled the question.

“Because you sound more desperate than willing.” He leaves my wrist then to cup both my cheeks with his big hands. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I can see the concern in his soft eyes filled with so much love and care.

I remember Janet’s poisonous words from

yesterday, but I shake away the thought. This

was between Reagan and me. I just don’t get

why my mate won’t claim me. Is there

something wrong with me that makes my mates

not accept me?

Reagan keeps saying I’m not ready, and

that’s why he hasn’t marked me yet. But how‘s

that possible. How does he know when I’m

ready or not? That just doesn’t make any sense.

I move away from him, my fists clenched at my sides as I grit my teeth in anger. “Well, when you think I’m ready, I’m sure you know the way

to my parents’ home,” I announce, hoping this

was enough to change his mind. I’m sure he would do anything to keep me here…right?

His face turns crestfallen with his shoulders

hunched in defeat. Running his fingers through his messy mop of hair in frustration, he begins

to pace the room while grumbling incoherent

words underneath his breath. I watch him

contemplate for a while before he sighs, and without saying anything, walks into the closet.

He emerges later dressed in something more formal as he makes his way towards the

bedroom door without sparing me a glance.

My heart shatters slowly as he blatantly

ignores me and heads for the door. And out of

one last desperate attempt, I yell after him.

“I’m leaving today.”

He halts in his footsteps, not turning

around with his eyes pinned in front of him. I

wait with bated breath for his response, holding

onto a tiny shred of hope that he’ll listen.

“You’ll be back, eventually.” He only says before waltzing out of the room and closing the

door shut behind him.

I stare at the door for a few seconds in

shock, unable to comprehend what just

happened.

He’s letting me go, just like that?

My heart is breaking into tiny little pieces with no one to pick them up. It feels as if the breath has been knocked out of me, and I find it hard to breathe. My eyes turn blurry as the room around me spins.

He’s letting me go, just like that?

My heart is breaking into tiny little pieces with no one to pick them up. It feels as if the breath has been knocked out of me, and I find it

hard to breathe. My eyes turn blurry as the room

around me spins.

Was he perhaps tired of me and my tantrums and happy to get rid of me? Have I lost

my mate once more?