Prince Reagan

Split

Reagan slowly peels away my hand off him as he moves back to stare at me. I look up at him, my eyes

shining with confusion at his withdrawal. Had I said something wrong? Why does he have this

disoriented look on his face?

“What’s wrong?” I finally asked with my eyebrows scrunched in question. I can feel my heart skipping a

beat in dread.

“You tell me.” He responds, looking

bewildered. His eyes search mine for something

I’m not sure of. “We had discussed this; we’re

going to wait until you’re fully ready for me to take you…”

“And I am ready!” I bring my hands up to cup both his cheeks so I could kiss him once more. But he

moves back once again, holding my wrist and bringing them back down. The smile slowly wipes off my

face as he rejects me

once more.

He shakes his head, bringing both his hand

down to my hip.”No, you don’t seem like it. Is

there something wrong? Are your hormones skyrocketing again?” He questions, but my

mind is already reeling with different thoughts

that make my heart plummet down to my

stomach in fear.

Had Janet been right?

I shake my head to look at him, “What does

that have to do with me being ready? Are you having second thoughts about me?” I voice out

my insecurities as calmly as I can.

“Why would you say that?” He frowns at

1. me. “Of course not. I’m just saying I won’t mark

you until you’re ready. I can sense you’re still

trying to process all this.”

Thalt to look at him, stunned, before slowly

standing up from his lap.

I can’t believe this. He was the one ready to

get me in bed and mark me since the first day

he brought me here. And now I’m letting him

know I want him too, but he thinks I need more

time?

I refuse to believe Reagan doesn’t want me We are, after all, bonded together by the moon and can’t be

separated. But then again, I had thought the same with Brad.

Was I really not good enough for anybody? First, it was Brad, now Reagan. Why is it that there’s always

some other female better than

me? Stacy, Janet… it seems I couldn’t compare to them since they keep on taking my mate’s

away from me.

I feel the anger and irritation begin to rise, tired of being the second option. I pace for a

while, and he also stands with confusion written

all over his face. He attempts to walk over to

me, but I whirl around to him in my anger.

“Or maybe it’s because Janet’s here and you don’t want to lose her just yet. If that’s it, please just say it

so we can end…all this as soon as possible.”

He lets out a loud roar then, before

stomping over to the nightstand and knocking

off the tray and plates to the floor. I watch them

crack and break along with the glass cup. He

turns back to me with his lips pulled back in a snarl.

“The hell! I’m never letting you go.” He

vows, but I ignore him and stomp over to the

bathroom door. I swing the door open and slam it shut behind me before bolting it. I hear his quick

footsteps hurrying over to catch me, but he’s too late.

I begin to pace once more in the middle of

the bathroom, doubts clouding my mind as

recall all that Janet said in the kitchen.

He’s never going to mark you…

I had once thought it impossible that I’m

Reagan’s mate. A plain she-wolf like me mated

to a Lycan Prince. It just sounds so absurd. And maybe it was…

Thear Reagan’s sigh behind the door, “Open the door, Ellie.”

I remain silent for a few seconds, lost once more in my thoughts. Maybe Janet was right. Maybe I had

anticipated being rejected once

more, and that’s why I had started to kiss up to

Reagan. I had accepted his decision for me to transfer to an online college without even much of a fight.

And I’m living under his roof off my

own free will now after he had earlier

imprisoned me in these walls. Yeah, I’ve turned

weak.

Pulling my hair out with my fingers in frustration, I stopped my pacing to stare at the locked door.

“We need some time apart to know what

we want. I’m going over to my parents’

tomorrow and staying for a few days.” I

announce and wait for his reply.

He doesn’t say anything for a while before

exhaling once more.

“Baby, open the door.” I can hear the

restraint in his tone.

“It’s been long since I last saw them.” continue, ignoring his request. “Or are you going to keep me

locked up once again since you don’t trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you. Just open the door

first so we can talk properly.” His voice is, once

more, calm and collected, but I don’t buy it. He probably is going to cuff me back to the bed the second I

swing open that door. I know he can rip it open in one push if he wants to, but that

doesn’t scare me.

“I really need this, Reagan…”

“Why?!” He roars from behind her door,

and I cringe back as he bangs his fist against the door. I frown in disapproval as it seems he’s back to his

controlling self. I thought we were

past that.

“Because I need it or else I’m going to suffocate being in the house all day doing nothing. You’ve already

taken so much from me. The least you can do is to let me be free for a while.”

It’s silent once more, with none of us saying

anything as I wait once more for his response.

Then a loud growl is heard with a loud bang on the door, causing its hinges to shake. I was a bit

frightened he’s going to knock them right off, but instead, I hear him stomp away before the

sound of another door slammed close is heard.

Then silence. It seems he has left the room.

I sigh, exasperated, running my hands through my hair once more before beginning to peel off into

clothes.

I chuckle, dryly, as I recall what I had wanted tonight to be, a makeup dinner with my

mate. But look at what has happened.

Why do our dates always end in disaster? And all this was because Janet had whispered

some words into my ear, planting the seed of

doubt in my mind. And maybel had let her win

with all that has happened. Maybel was a fool to allow it.

I can feel a dull ache in my heart, along

with a string of anger coming from my mate. I can feel a few of his emotions, but not much

since we aren’t fully mated yet. I can feel his beast is pissed, wanting to come out and exert his anger.

And I can hear my wolf whimpering in

my head, sad I had caused my mate pain. But he had caused it to me first.

What kind of man rejects his mate’s s****!

advances?

Stepping into the shower, I let the cold

water spray over my hair and body before picking up the shampoo to spurt on my hair.

Thad already made up my mind. I would be going over to my parents’ tomorrow. And only

when Reagan is ready to complete the mating

ceremony will come back to him. And God so help me if he even tries to force me to come back, I’ll run

far away from him. I won’t be his

mistress just as Brad had wanted me to be. I’m

not that naive or helpless. I can fight and stand up for myself. I’ve been through a lot, and no one’s going

to push me around anymore.

He’s going to have to decide if he truly wants Janet or me. He should have thrown that b***h out the first

day she came here, knowing

my wolf could go berserk anytime because of her. But he had still allowed her to stay. And she

has been taking every opportunity she sees to

get close to him.

I want to be strong, I really do. But how can

I when I’m against the source of my strength?!

already miss him even though I just saw him a

few minutes ago.

When I step out of the shower, I walk in to

see the mess he had made. The tray still laid on the floor, along with the broken plates and shards of

glass. Just then, Joanna knocks before

walking in and takes in the mess too. Then

without a word, she starts to clean before

leaving

I sigh, flopping down on the bed on my back while staring at the ceiling above me. I turn to bury my head

in the pillows, sniffing the masculine scent of my mate and moaning in content. His scent is f*****g

amazing and able to calm my turbulent mind.

Soon, I drift off to sleep while hugging the pillow that smells of Reagan. But when I wake up in the middle

of the night, my side still

Soon, I drift off to sleep while hugging the

pillow that smells of Reagan. But when I wake

up in the middle of the night, my side still

remains empty and cold, which means Reagan

still hasn’t come. I stayed up as long as I could,

waiting for him. But he never came, and I could

only wonder where he had gone.