Chapter 6 - Prince Reagan

The sound of someone persistently banging their fist on the door makes me flip my eyes open, startled. I feel hot all over like I'm in hell with an arm wrapped possessively over my waist. The exasperated sigh of a man is heard in my ear before the arm leaves my waist, and the hot body separates from me. I hear the sound of hard footsteps stomping on the floor before the door being banged on is forcefully pulled open

"What?" Reagan growls at the disrupter of his and my sleep while I sit up on the bed. I had been hoping this all to be some kind of bad dream that my mind had conjured, but it seems I'm not waking up from it.

"We heard the happy news!" I hear a feminine voice squeal outside, almost making me cover my ears as I cringe.

"Let me see her. Oh, please, oh, please! Just to say hi. I won't..."

I can see Reagan blocking the girl's for from coming in or seeing past him. He doesn't open the door wide and uses his body to cover the its frame.

Sunlight peeks into our room behind the dark curtains, and I'm still left dazed at how large the windows are.

The room looks even more beautiful in the daylight, and I can't wait to see how the sitting room looks now.

"No." He growls only that word before slamming the door shut and clicking the lock. He pivots on his feet to walk back towards the bed when his eyes lock with mine.

"Okay, I'll see her at breakfast." A voice sounds behind the door, but Reagan ignores it as he walks closer to the bed. His eyes are fixed on me as I grip the bedsheet tighter to my chest, unconsciously moving back against the headboard.

He takes quick long strides and soon crawls into the bed to lean over my small frame, both his hands in fists beside my hips, digging into the bed.

He buries his face into my neck, breathing in my scent, and my skin tingles where his light stubbles grazes.

Even though he just woke up, he still looks damn sexy while I probably look like a trainwreck. He smells heavenly too, and I can't resist the urge to breathe in.

I hear a deep growl rumble from his chest before he moves back to stare down at me.

"Good morning." His voice has a rough and deep baritone to it, and I can see his beast peeking through his eyes at me as they turned a bright golden color. I blush at the intensity of his eyes before looking down to pick at the grey bedsheet.

"Morning," I mutter back.

I realize then I'm still in his shirt, and it had rid up to show my panties. I quickly pull it down, hoping he hadn't seen them as my blush brightens.

"Look at me." I hear him order softly with a whisper, and I oblige almost immediately. His head slowly leans down towards mine, and I panicked when I see that he's aiming for my lips.

"I have classes." I quickly say, placing both my hands on his chest to stop him. He goes rigid under my palm, and I think I saw him shiver a bit, making me retract them. As I do, he moves back a bit but not leaving much space between us.

"So?" He asks with his head cocked at me.

"So...I have to get ready and go."

A shadow falls over his face at my statement, and he abruptly stands and walks to his walk-in closet. He comes back out seconds later, already dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a top, leaving me stunned at how quick he was.

"No." He finally answers, deadpanned.

I'm tongue-tied for a few seconds before finding my voice,

"But I need to go. It's just my first year and..."

"I said no." He cuts me off, and my anger suddenly begins to rise at his abruptness.

I stand to glare at him, "You can't control me. I had a life you know? Before you came and started to disrupt the whole thing."

He narrows his eyes at me in warning, but I stand tall and stare back at him.

"I can and will control you if you keep on acting so rudely. And as much as your feisty attitude is a huge turn on, I would advise you don't piss off my beast, or you won't like the outcome." His arms are folded across his chest as he stands tall over me, showing his dominance.

I hold my tongue then, remembering he's a Prince that I had to show utmost respect to.

He relaxes then, his eyes softening and holding a sudden playfulness to it.

"If you must attend these classes, then I'll need insurance." He suddenly announces, taking me by surprise.

"Insurance?" I ask with a confused expression. He smiles back instantly, but it's unsettling as it holds a hidden meaning to it.

"Yes. I need to be sure you'll come back here. Something to keep me relaxed while you're gone."

I'm still confused with my eyebrows furrowed, my lips pursed.

What does he want?

"A kiss will do." He says with a sly grin all across his face.

Both my eyes widen in horror at his request, and I stagger back a bit.

"I'm not kissing you." I quickly say.

He shrugs, "Works for me. More time to spend with you."

I've never kissed anyone before, neither do I know how to. And I doubt I'll be able to. But if I don't, I'll be locked up in here and won't be able to make it to school. I'm not stupid enough to run away so soon without a plan.

He'll be able to track me down and have other werewolves in the city also look for me.

And even if I get to leave the city or even the country, other werewolves there will be notified. And I will be on the run for the rest of my life. Well, until he eventually finds me, which he will. He's a Prince. He has influences on all werewolves round the world. And I'm just an unlucky she-wolf who always gets herself into bad situations.

So for now, any little opportunity I can get to leave here, even if it's just a little while, I need to take it. Besides, kissing him shouldn't be that hard.

He's hot and very attractive, and people kiss strangers every day. This shouldn't be so hard.

"Fine."

I sigh heavily before taking little steps up to him.

His eyes light up as he watches me move closer to him, and he expectantly looks at me as I stop in front of him.

Mustering up as much courage as I could, I get up to my tipy-toes and fold my hand in his shirt to bring him closer to me. He follows, suddenly having a serious expression in his face.

I pucker my lips and lay a light peck on his lips before moving back and dropping down to my feet.

He cocks an eyebrow down at me, unamused, "That's it?" He blinks, "I didn't ask for a peck, but a real kiss that would leave both of us breathless."

I stare away, embarrassed, my cheeks turning pink, and my fingers fiddling with one another.

"I don't know how," I mutter, but I know he heard me.

"What do you mean by you don't know how?" I stare back at him to see a frown on his face.

"I...I don't know how to kiss because I haven't kissed anyone before, okay?" I suddenly blurt out, tired of the situation I was put in.

I don't stare at him, not wanting to see the disgusted look on his face as he finds out I'm a virgin in every aspect. The same look every guy gives when a girl is inexperienced. Maybe that's why Brad had chosen Stacy over me. I had seen her with lots of boys before he asked her out.

Tired of the silence, I look back up to see not a disgusted look, but a happy grin on his face.

Reagan suddenly wraps his arm around my waist then to bring me closer to him, and I'm left stunned by his actions. His face leans closer to mine, our lips almost touching as he whispers;

"Good. Now I don't have to worry about killing another male who had ever touched you." And then his soft lips locked with mine.

I'm frozen as his lips brush over mine smoothly, coaxing me to reciprocate as his hand comes up to caress my chin. My eyes on their own accord begin to flutter close, and I let out a gasp as delicious sparks of electricity course through my whole body. He tilts his head to his side, deepening the kiss, and I begin to move my lips with his. My lips part in another gasp, and his tongue takes the opportunity to slide between them.

It was when I tasted mint that I suddenly remembered I haven't brushed my teeth yet. But he seems to have and isn't grossed out that I haven't. Instead, he pulls me closer to him, taking my breath away as he bites and sucks.

My hands move from my side to hold onto his arms as I begin to get weak in the knees.

My lungs start to burn for air, but his hand at the back of my head isn't letting me move away.

I think I'm about to pass out when he moves back, and I take in big gulps of air.

"You said a kiss." I panted, staring up at his beautiful and dark eyes. He doesn't even look out of breath while I'm breathing like I just ran a mile.

"I lied." He responds before diving back in to take my lips once more. This time, it's harder and more possessive, like he's staking his claim. And I could do nothing but accept it.

My whole body is burning, and I'm left dazed in lust.

I'm surprised that only a kiss can make me feel this way. Is this how other people I see kissing feel?

I doubt it. This feels different...a lot more different.

Letting out a growl of frustration, Reagan pulls back from me before aggressively runs his fingers through his hair. I suddenly feel cold at the loss of contact, my erratic breathing heavy, and my skin flushed in heat.

"Everything you need is in the bathroom. I'll be back with clothes for your class." He gloomily says before striding over to the door and slamming it shut behind him with so much force, I was scared it would fall off its hinges.

Letting out a sigh, I later walk to the bathroom, happy he's agreeing to my request. I found a new toothbrush by the sink with a hairbrush and body lotion.

I hurry and do my business in the toilet before brushing my teeth and stepping out of Reagan's shirt to take a quick shower.

I step out and dry myself with a towel before using the lotion on my body. I stare at myself in the mirror and brush through my tangled hair. It was then I noticed the red hickey on my neck. I graze my hand over it and immediately recalled Reagan's teeth on it yesterday. Tingles shoot from that spot to all over my body, and I gasp in surprise while withdrawing my hand back.

When I step out of the bathroom, I see a dress laid out on the bed. It was a white dress filled with purple and dark pink flowers scattered over it. It had thin straps for sleeves, and I'm guessing that's why the dark denim jacket is laid beside it. There's no sign of Reagan, but I go over and lock the bedroom before putting on the dress. It stops a few inches above my knees, and I'm fascinated at how soft the fabric feels over my skin.

I've never been able to afford a dress like this before. It seems expensive, but I can smell another lady's scent on it. Meaning it belongs to someone else. Surprisingly though, I don't feel pissed like how the other lady's clothes in the wardrobe made me yesterday. This one seems...friendly. It's hard to explain, but I sense no threat.

I gather all my hair to the left part of my neck to cover my Hickie. No way am I letting anyone on campus see that. It's very evident, and I'm sure everyone would give me surprise looks when they see this. They've never seen me with a guy before, and I had left the ceremony yesterday with the Prince. So put two and two together, and they'll get something extreme in their minds.

Not sure what to do next, I go to click the lock of the bedroom door open before twisting the doorknob so I could peek outside. However, I'm met with a Lycan Prince, looking down at me with a straight face. His eyes rake down my form before slowly coming back up to my eyes.

He stretches his hand forward for me to take, and I hesitate staring warily at it before accepting it.

His grip is firm as he leads me down the empty hallway. Soon, we are walking down the spiral staircase, and I hear voices coming from below.

I find the sitting room empty until he takes me past the bar that leads to a luxurious kitchen.

The marble kitchen counter is shiny and smooth, and there's a dining table in the middle of the kitchen. Sitting at the table is a brunette, having high cheekbones and looking absolutely like a doll with her smooth pale skin. Opposite her is a guy having the same color of hair and sharing some resemblance with the lady.

They both stare up at us as we walk in, and the brunette's eyes light up

.

I can recognize her scent as being the same as the owner of the dress I'm wearing. And they both carry the same aura Lycans do, but they don't look intimidating to me.

"Finally, you let her out of your cage." The guy comments while taking a sip from his coffee.

The brunette, however, stands up to walk up to us with a big welcoming smile on her face.

"Hi. I'm Alexia, but you can call me Lexi." She says as she comes to stand in front of me.

I stare back up at Reagan, and he gives me an encouraging nod.

"I'm Ellie." I stretch my hand out for her to shake, but she playfully slaps it away to hug me instead. I'm frozen in shock for a moment before regaining my composure as she soon backs away. Reagan still holds my hand, not letting go even as Alexia hugs me.

"We're family now. No need to be so formal." She says with a slight laugh, and I have to force out a smile back at her. Even though all I want to do is run for the hills.

Family? Does this mean she's related to Reagan?

Her casual gesture makes me feel uncomfortable.

I take my time to study her and the other Lycan, and I'm not surprised to notice how stunning they look. They're both beautiful in every sense.

Alexia has smooth, long legs that she would make a fortune with if she was a runway model. And she has curves in all the right places, nothing small, but nothing over the top either. Her hair looks shiny and smooth like silk, putting mine to shame even though I use products on it.

The other Lycan has smoothly flawless skin like the rest, and his face looks like it had been cut out from a fashion magazine. He flashes me a smile, his pearly white teeth showing. And if I was any other girl, I would have swooned and fallen at his feet. But I'm not even the least bit attracted to him.

Reagan, on the other hand now, looks like an Adonis.

I don't think I've ever seen any werewolf that has good genes like these Lycans. I'm slightly jealous and intimidated by their good looks. They seem to be older than me by a few years, but I'm pretty sure they're way older.

"I'm Daniel." The other Lycan says without leaving his position at the table. I flash a small smile back at him, which he returns with a wink. Reagan lets out a low, threatening growl at him, but he doesn't seem bothered and only smirks in return.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Lexi asks while leading me to a seat at the table. "Joanna can make anything you want." She adds.

Reagan also takes a chair beside me, and I notice a cup of coffee was already set down at his front. It seems the two males are having coffee, but Lexi's own seems to be tea.

"Just coffee will be fine." I finally say.

"Okay. Joanna!" Lexi calls, and a lady hurries into the room.

"She wants coffee." She points to me.

Joanna nods with a fake smile on her face as she goes over to make my coffee.

She smells human, and I raise an eyebrow at her choice of dressing. Her boobs are spilling out of her shirt that has two buttons undone at the top, while her skirt is so short, I fear for her if a slight breeze sweeps by.

I don't like her, neither does my wolf. Especially since she's dressed like that in front of Reagan.

She walks over to my side before lying down my cup of coffee, but I swear I see her send a glare at me before straightening up.

"Is that all?" She asks, and I briskly nod so she would get out fast. Her perfume is choking me, and her fake smiles all the more irritating.

She diverts her eyes back to the boys, and a genuine smile comes on.

"Need anything, boys?" Her voice takes a sultry tone as she flutters her eyelashes at them.

Reagan blatantly ignores her, still sipping from his cup, and Daniel dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

Her smile falters, and her eyes water before she secretly sends a glare at me once more before stomping out of the room. Okay, that girl has issues.

"Ignore her. She'll soon be fired once I find another responsible cook." Lexi says immediately, Joanna leaves.

"Now tell me," She then leans towards me across the table, her eyes scanning my neck and her nose sniffing the air,

"Why haven't you two started the mating process yet?"