Chapter 33

Ruffled Feathers I knew it. I always knew that she was a snake, cunning, and deceptive. She was probably putting on a show for everyone so they won’t kick her out. But not to worry, I’m gonna tell Reagan and expose her true colors. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I have a make-up dinner to prepare for.

First, I have to make something nice for Reagan. I just wasn’t sure what. I don’t know his favorite food, and Joanna isn’t here yet to tell 1. me. I wanted to be through before she comes here to make dinner, so I don’t have to share the kitchen with her. It would be awkward considering we both despise each other.

And how sure am I she won’t lie about his favorite food out of spite? I’m just gonna cook something simple for us to share.

But in the process, Janet waltz back in with a taunting smile on her lips. I try to ignore her, but she comes over to me, peeping over my shoulder.

“How lovely it is that you’re ready to go so low just to please him.” She snickers before moving away. I turn to her, with my eyes blazing in rage.

“What are you talking about?”

She smirks before crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, you’ve turned to a full-time housewife just to please Reagan so he would mark you.”

Troll my eyes before turning back around to continue cutting the vegetables I was working on before she interrupted me. “You’re talking rubbish,” I mutter. “Not that it’s any of you concern, but I’m still a student.”

She hums, watching me pour the vegetables into the boiling pot of hot water. “Oh, really? Then why do I always see you at home, waiting patiently for your mate like a dutiful wife? I always see Lexi rush to school, but never you.”

“Why do you care?” I whirl around to throw the question at her in irritation. What is she even trying to get at?

Her smile widens as she clasps her hands in front of her. “He’s never going to mark you, Ellie. No matter what you do. So stop trying”

My lips pull up in a mocking smile. “You’re delusional, Janet, because you know he’s mine.

The moon has made it so. He hasn’t marked me yet because I didn’t allow him to.”

“Oh, Ellie. Sweet, naive Ellie.” She sighs before going to sit on one of the chairs at the dining table. “He’s a beast used to taking what he wants. And he’s also a Prince who gets served everything on a silver platter. And when he isn’t, he forcefully takes it. And you believe he hasn’t sunk his fangs into your neck and declare you his just because you asked him not to?” She arches an eyebrow at me before shaking her head and letting out a slight chuckle.

“And maybe you do realize something is wrong there. I’m sure you’re going to tell him about me so he kicks me out. But that’s because you’re insecure. You know there’s a possibility he hasn’t marked you because he still wants me. So, you want me out of the picture as quick as possible.” She narrates while I’m still throwing daggers at her with both my eyeballs. I clench my fist tight around the knife in my hand, trying to hold myself back from attacking her. It wouldn’t end well as there’s a high probability she could beat me.

She laughs once more before shaking her head in mock pity. “You can try all you want, but he won’t mark you.”

Just then, we hear the sound of the elevator ping and soon hear light footsteps. Lexi waltz in with Joanna behind her, who is carrying a bag of groceries.

“What’s up, girls?” Lexi flops herself onto a chair, not yet noticing the tension in the room.

“School is so exhausting. I can’t even remember most of the things the lecturers kept saying...what’s going on?” She pauses to glance between Janet and me as I haven’t stopped glaring at her. Janet, however, is smirking like she’s having a blast.

I should tell Lexi about Janet’s pretense, but then I remember what she said about me looking for a way to kick her out because of my insecurities.

I’ll show her. I’m going to let her see and realize that Reagan hasn’t marked me yet only because I haven’t allowed her to. Not because of her but because I’m not ready yet. I can make him mark me and she’s gonna watch it all happen.

“Nothing,” I mutter at Lexi before going back to what I was cooking.

In the meantime, I try to ignore Joanna as she also began to work. Lexi keeps narrating about her horrible and long day to Janet while she listens attentively like a saint. I kept seeing her glancing at me once in a while, sending smug smiles at me when Lexi isn’t looking, irking me further.

When I’m done with cooking, I arrange the meal on the tray before taking it upstairs, sending a death glare at Janet one last time before I go.

I arrange the bed, fluffing the pillow with a tight grip as a way to exert my anger.

The truth is, after Janet brought it up, I’ve been feeling slightly restless. Reagan had told me he hadn’t marked me when we first met only because my wolf isn’t ready and was still healing from Brad’s rejection. But how true was that statement?

He’s a Prince of beasts and is used to taking anything he wants either willingly or forcefully.

And even when I had been a horny b***h and tried to rape him, he still hadn’t taken me. He said he wanted me to give myself to him out of my own free will and not because of the bond, but that doesn’t sound right. Which kind of man can resist a girl begging him to take her? And not just any girl, but one he shares a special bond with and is supposed to be sexually attracted to.

Okay, maybe I’m overthinking all of this. I had let Janet into my head, and her words are creating a cloud of doubts in my mind. I’ll prove her wrong, though, as soon as Reagan is back.

He had told me before leaving today that he would be back early this time for dinner.! hurry to change into a burgundy colored dress with thin straps. It flays from the waist downwards and stops a few inches above my knee.

I wait for a few minutes before the door to the bedroom swings opens with Reagan emerging from behind it. He looks handsome in a black, buttoned-up shirt and grey chino pants with his hair styled backward but slightly tousled.

I smile my brightest at him as he walks in and takes in the scene before him.

“Hey.” I walk up to him.

“Hey...” He replies, his eyes shining with surprise. “What’s all this?” He asks, looking back at me with curiosity.

“A makeup date,” I answer after placing a peck on his cheek. I take his hand and lead him to the bed before taking the tray of food and settling beside him.

Thad made chickpea salad with grated carrots, chopped celery and fresh dill I also made some tarts for dessert. It’s not much for a date, but I hope it could still count.

“I feel horrible for ruining our last date, and I hope this will make up for it,” I state with a slight shrug. He sighs as he takes the tray from 1. me.

“It wasn’t your fault. You weren’t in the best of times.”

“I know, but I still wanted to do something.”

He smiles at me before taking a spoon full of the salad and placing it in front of my mouth so he could feed me. I smile before accepting it.

A while later, I decided then to bring up the topic of my idleness.

“Reagan?” I call for him to look at me.”

was thinking, in the meantime, since my online college application is still in the process, that maybe I could help you out with your case.” ||

cautiously say, slightly scared he might refuse.

He stays silent for a few seconds with an unreadable expression, on while I wait with bated breath.

“I would love that.” He finally says, causing me to whip my head up at him wide–eyed. “It would be wonderful to have you with me all day.”

Igrin up at him excited before pushing up to place a kiss of appreciation on his lips.

After we were done, I take the tray from his hand and place it back on the nightstand. I climb on top of his lap, flashing him a seductive smile as I help unbutton his shirt. He stares at me in amusement and slight confusion. But before he could ask anything, I lock my lips with his.

I plunge my tongue into his mouth, dancing my tongue along with his as I kept on unbuttoning his shirt. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight as he also gets lost in the kiss.

Igrind my hip on him, rubbing my clad core against his crotch while moaning into his mouth. His large arm around my waist explores every inch of my body. His lips trail to my cheek then, down my neck, sucking and biting while eliciting moans of pleasure from me.

My hands go down to his pants, struggling with his belt buckle, and that’s when he asked, “What are you doing, little wolf?” He whispers the question into my ear, still sucking at my neck. I lean closer to his ear with my hands still on his belt buckle.

“I want you to mark me, Reagan,” I whisper before sucking on his ear lobe. But he goes rigid under me before slowly moving away from me.