Prince Reagan

Chapter 2

“Okay, that’ll be all for today. Good day, class.” Miss. Ava dismisses us all, and we pack our books to leave. Thankfully it’s my last class for the day, so I made my way to the dormitory, ready to relax after the long, excruciating week. I plug in my earpiece while climbing down steps after steps, avoiding bumping into other students before finally making it downstairs and out the large double doors.

Lana, my roommate, won’t be in our room for a while. Her classes end later in the evening. So it’ll be just me. Maybe I should get a job to keep me occupied.

I don’t have many friends as I do not want phonies in my life. They hadn’t paid me any attention in high school, and I don’t need them to now.

I’m only friends with Lana because she’s my roommate, and it’s inevitable to be friends with someone entertaining and chatty as her. I also couldn’t escape being friends with her other friend, Gina. I don’t so much like Gina as she’s bitchy to most people, but she’s kinda nice to me. I don’t know if she’s genuine or just because of Lana. Either way, I’m stuck with both of them.

I have tons of assignments from this week to be done anyway, and tonight is Brad’s inauguration as our new Alpha.

A new Alpha is usually appointed immediately as he turns twenty, and Brad turned twenty a few months ago. I’m not sure why the ceremony was held back a bit, but some rumors are going around that the Alpha isn’t too pleased with Brad. Something about him not being ready due to his reckless behaviors. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m not a judge, but since he had the gut to reject me, his true mate, I doubt he’s fit to rule a pack of werewolves, especially one this big.

Due to my earpiece and me not paying attention to my surroundings, I don’t hear someone sneak up behind me as I near the school dorms despite my wolf hearing. Only by the time I am in the quiet

hallways of the dorms do my wolf senses start to tingle. I halt in my step and begin to slowly peel off my earpiece for better hearing.

“You look even more beautiful every day.” I know that voice. That voice once told me I was weak and unfit to be by his side as Luna. Now it’s telling me I’m beautiful?

What a joke. I scoff internally.

I slowly turn to Brad as he stands in the middle of the hallway, thumbs in his jeans pocket and a sick smirk playing on his lips. I’m disgusted by the sight of him, but the mate pull makes me shiver in delight as my heart does flip flops. I hate this feeling. How could something make me want someone I so despise. It’s like a drug, causing me to do the opposite of what I want.

“What do you want?” I scowl at him, gritting my teeth in anger. I remember what he tried to do to me yesterday. If Lana hadn’t arrived the time she did, God knows I wouldn’t be able to resist him for long. One because of his Alpha strength, two because of the damn mate pull.

His smirk falls off and turns to a scowl at my cold tone. He moves closer to me, looking intimidating with his bulk figure and Alpha aura. But I take my stand and look him back in the eye.

An average wolf would cower at the sight of their Alpha’s aura, but not me. Since I’m his mate, or was, he has little to no effect on me.

“Weren’t you the one giving me seductive glances in class? I just came to accept your invitation.” He raises his palm and slowly skims it across my cheeks and down my neck. My body quivers in response to the mate bond, and I quickly take a step back. He frowns in response, but I don’t care.

His touch is supposed to repulse you, Ellie. Don’t give in.

“I wasn’t giving a piece of shit like you any seductive look. Rather, I was glaring and thinking to myself how an ass like you is being given the title of alpha…”

I barely finish my statement when he grabs and slams me against the wall beside us, trapping me with both his hands at the sides of my head.

I feel the sharp pain shoot through my back, but it quickly fades away as to my quick werewolf healing. I resist the urge to wince or hiss in pain, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. I turn to look down the hallway and find it still empty. Where the hell is everyone when you need them?!

I feel his palm stroke my hair softly as he whispers.

“Now…now, Ellie. Do not piss me off. You do not want to see me mad.” He says, his tone eerily calm as his face gets closer to my neck. I try to recoil from him pushing further into the wall, but there’s nowhere to go. He has me trapped with his scent surrounding me and making my hormones go haywire.

His right-hand leaves the wall to go down and stroke my thigh. I suddenly regret wearing a mini skirt today. Heat travels all the way up my body, and my stomach clenches in desire.

Damn mate bond.

“You smell so good.” He purrs into my neck, running his nose down it.

I’m about to raise my leg and knee him in the balls when I heard a familiar feminine voice gasp behind him.

“Brad. What are you doing?” Stacy has her palm over her lips as she stares at us in shock.

I’m filled with satisfaction at the hurt look on her face. Now she knows how I felt all those times, but she won’t ever fully understand my pain. I was mated to Brad by the moon. My suffering will always be greater than hers, even though she now bears his mark.

Brad stiffens when he hears her voice but doesn’t budge. His face is still buried in my neck as he breaths in my scent.

Maybe it’s because I wanted to see her hurt the more, but I wrap an arm around Brad’s neck and arch my chest up to him. He lets out a pleased growl while I smirk deviously at Stacy.

She glares at me with so much hatred in return, and I could see her tiny fists shake in anger.

“Brad…” Stacy takes a step closer to us, “Get away from her. She’s tricking…”

He sharply turns his head to her, “Can’t you see I’m busy? Get out!” He uses his Alpha tone on her, something she can’t resist, before turning back to bury his face in my neck.

Tears pool in her eyes at her mate’s dismissal and her lips begin to tremble like she’s about to cry. I smirk in satisfaction as she turns to leave, running with sobs escaping her lips.

Now that she’s gone, time to get rid of the prick molesting me.

Since his guard is let down, thinking I’m accepting him, I take the opportunity to push him off me with all the strength I could muster.

He staggers back, dazed at my sudden action. He clearly wasn’t expecting that and tries to get a hold of me once more. But I stop him by moving away.

“Stay away from me, Brad. You’ve made your choice, so leave me the heck alone!” I seethe through clenched teeth before spinning to walk away, leaving behind a dazed alpha with a damaged ego. Guess I’m the first to tell him ”no”. I saw the regret in his eyes, though. Too bad for him, ’cause it’s too late. I’m never accepting him back, nor am I becoming his mistress.

******

In the evening, I’m exhausted with the load of assignments I’ve been trying to get done. No one said college was going to be this tiring. I went for a run sometime in the afternoon to just let my wolf loose before rushing back.

Lana drops in around this time with Gina, holding shopping bags and looking excited. I stare at them as they keep on giggling and trying on their new outfits. They are even blushing.

“Okay…what’s the special occasion?” I ask, curious about their happy mood.

“Brad’s inauguration, duh.” They giggle once more before Lana comes to sit with me on my bed. My assignments are scattered all over it, and I start packing them so she wouldn’t wrinkle them.

“We heard a rumor about the King sending someone special tonight instead of the usual boring advisors.” She explains while Gina stands beside her with a big smile on her face.

“It’s Prince Reagan.” Gina blurts out in a squeal. I arch an eyebrow at them, looking confused and disinterested.

“You know, the second Prince of King Aldrich…” Lana elaborates, noticing my unfazed expression. I still don’t get what the whole fuss is about.

She sighs in return, “Anyway, the point is real royalty is coming tonight…”

“And he’s single!” Gina pipes in with a dreamy sigh.

Lana and Gina are both unmated werewolves, still free to fool around with whomever they choose to. They don’t seem bothered that they aren’t mated yet. This makes them feel free to go out and do whatever the hell they like. They clearly don’t know the wonderful feeling of seeing your mate. Not that I know much about it.

I really don’t want to see Brad being named Alpha. I would prefer to be in my bed watching Netflix, but all pack members from the Lunar pack are expected to be there. Even some other werewolf Pack members in California are also going to be there.

The Lunar pack is one of the largest in Los Angeles, California. We have one of the strongest warriors and smartest wolves. We’re also very populated, and we keep growing every day. Most packs try to get on our good sides, and I’m sure some Alphas will be present at the inauguration today.

Such a shame that a big pack such as this will be led by a douchebag like Brad.

I don’t plan on participating much in the ceremony. I’ll probably just say hi to my parents as they’ll be there, and then sit on a balcony or something to stare at the moon.

Most unmated wolves will use this opportunity to either find their mate or just have fun with themselves since there are others from different packs present.

“Oh, I hope he notices me! I would love to be associated with royalty.” Gina sighs as she twirls around the room.

Another reason I don’t like her very much, she dreams too big and sees herself higher than others. She’s pretty and all that, but she’s not that powerful. She’s friends with Stacy also, and maybe because she’s close with our possible future Luna, she thinks herself higher and mightier than others. Sometimes, I wonder how a sweet girl like Lana ended up as friends with her.

“What am I saying? Of course, he’ll notice me. No man can resist all this.” She gestures to her boobs and a good figure.

I internally roll my eyes at her, but Lana doesn’t hide hers.

“You think too highly of yourself, Gina.” Lana scoffs before walking over to the bathroom. Gina glares at her in return before coming to flop on my bed with a huff.

“Hey, Ellie. There’s this floral scarf I sometimes see you with, and it would go perfectly with my black dress tonight.” She says, making me arch an eyebrow at her.

“I thought you wanted to seduce the Prince. Don’t you need your neck bare?”

She sighs before rolling her eyes, “Are you lending it to me or not?” I send a small glare at her, not liking her tone. Isn’t she supposed to be asking nicely?

I go through my duffel bag for the scarf before handing it over to her. It’s a white scarf with blue roses painted on it. It’s one of my favorites as it goes well with any outfit, and it really is pretty.

She squeals a ‘thanks’ before hurrying over to try it on and see her reflection in the mirror. I’m not happy giving her the scarf as I don’t exactly like her, but what the heck. One scarf won’t hurt.

I sigh before going back to my mountain of assignments. I needed to hurry if I wanna make it to the ceremony.

Lana ended up forcing me to dress ‘nicely’ for the ceremony. I had on a blue floor-length gown that practically sweeps the floor. The sleeves are thin and off-shoulder, with a dangerously long slit on the left side running up to my thigh. I’m wearing silver heels to match and light makeup.

My long brown hair is down in waves, cascading down my back and over my shoulders. It used to be dull brown, frizzy, scanty and damaged, but now it’s bright, wavy, full, and healthy, all thanks to some hair products my aunt recommended.

“You look beautiful. Maybe you’ll find your mate today.”

Lana places her arms around my shoulder, a smile on her face while staring at me through the mirror.

I feel my heart tighten painfully in my chest at her statement, and tears almost pull in my eyes. I still haven’t told anyone about Brad and me apart from my aunt. Lana doesn’t know the irony of her statement. I had already found my mate and would still see him tonight as the ceremony is being held for him.

With a lump in my throat, I managed to whisper out, “Yeah, maybe.”

Lana, on the other hand, is in a short blue-mint dress that shows of her long legs while Gina also has on a short…very, might I add, black dress with a low neckline. If she bends the slightest, she’ll be giving a dangerous view from both her front and back. The floral scarf is tied around her neck, but her neck is still visible and inviting to all unmated werewolves.

“Come on,” Gina calls out to us.

We head out of the dorms into the dark night before hopping into Gina’s car.

*****

It’s almost nine by the time we got to the packhouse. The party has already begun, but the real inauguration will be held by ten o’clock.

We three walk in to see werewolves, either drinking at the bar, dancing, chatting, or flirting with new wolves from other packs.

A platform is set up for the leaders of our pack, which includes the Alpha and his family, the beta, and other high officials.

Usually, the new Alpha’s chair is the highest and most outstanding of all, with it in the middle. But this time, it’s different.

There’s a more striking seat in the middle, and I can recognize the Alpha’s seat beside it, then followed by others.

I guess Lana and Gina were right. A Prince is coming tonight.

The officials sent from the King as representatives usually sit at the new Alpha’s left hand. Then followed by the former Alpha and Luna, then other pack officials like the beta follow.

Then on the other right, the new Luna follows with other new pack officials.

I know this from other pack’s inaugurations I’ve been to, and that’s how it’s always has been. Only a very powerful person could make the new Alpha sit behind him. Even officials sent as representatives by the King always sit behind.

No one has been introduced on the platform so far, leaving it empty.

“I was able to get in as one of the waitresses that’ll be serving the high table tonight,” Gina announces with a grin of excitement on her lips.

“I’ll be so close to his highness; he won’t be able to resist me.”

It doesn’t look like a Prince is here, though. If not, we all would have felt his powerful aura from far away and be cowering in fear.

All royals aren’t just ordinary werewolves. They are another kind of beasts called Lycanthropes. These breeds of werewolves, unlike us, can stand on two legs in their beast form. And they’re faster, stronger, bigger, and have better senses than us.

I’ve heard of the brutal things they’re capable of, and it would make anyone shiver in fear. A Lycanthrope is said to be able to wipe out half of a small werewolf pack and still come out with only a few scratches. Yeah, they’re that powerful.

So try to imagine someone capable of all this. You’ll be able to sense their aura from miles away. They could hide it if they don’t want to intimidate anyone, but in a gathering this big, full of werewolves, I’m pretty sure they would like to show their dominance.

“She thinks too highly of herself sometimes,” Lana comments as we both watch Gina scurry off in excitement.

“Sometimes?” I arch an eyebrow at her, making her laugh in return.

“Come on, let’s go mingle with some hot guys.” She suggests as her eyes land on a pack of four male werewolves that were already looking our way in interest.

“You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.”

She shrugs in return before heading towards the guys.

I know my parents are probably on the dancefloor as they love dancing, so I walk through, my eyes scanning around for them while avoiding bumping into other dancers.

Some guys try to grope me or grind with me, but I give them a death glare in return with my eyes glowing in a warning. My wolf still isn’t ready to accept any other wolves’s touch apart from Brad. She hates him as much as the mate bond can allow us to, but it’s still hard to move on.

That’s why I don’t have a boyfriend up till this moment. I’ve had a lot of guys hit on me since my change of appearance, but my wolf and I are repulsed by their touch.

I spot my parents dancing, not too far from me, and hurry over to their side.

“Mum. Dad.” I call, gaining their attention. They smile immediately they notice me, giving me hugs and checking if I was alright.

I giggle out loud when they begin fussing over me. It’s evident that they really missed me. I am their only child.

I leave them to keep on dancing even though they’d rather spend more time with me. But it’s almost time for Brad to come out with his mate. And I didn’t want to see them together. My wolf has been broken

enough.

I walk out into the balcony of the packhouse to lean on the railings. It was huge, almost like a whole living room, and it’s arranged as such. There are chairs scattered about, and it’s quieter with the door closed and the full night breeze cooling the air. Some wolves are about, either making out or just sitting lazily.

I stare at the big round glowing orb in the sky and can feel my wolf come out to also stare through my eyes, making them shimmer a bright blue. This is something we like to do. Werewolves are believed to get their strength from the moon, especially when it’s full. And tonight, it is.