Prince Reagan
Chapter 51

There are about five she-wolves left in the room who all have their eyes drifting from me to Janet and vice versa, anticipating the show we're about to put on. They don't even seem scared anymore since their attackers are either dead or ran out a few seconds ago, so that they won't end up like their former friends.

I could hear some commotion going on upstairs, and I'm not sure if it's because the rogues are scared of the death scene they witnessed down here or maybe for some other reason. But Janet and I don't break eye contact regardless of that as we keep glaring at each other. I watch as her smirk comes back on, and she crouches down to swiftly break one of the legs of the chair beside her with her eyes still on me.

I briefly scan the bodies beside me before staring back at her as she stood up. I had killed three men and left one unconscious, and then there's Gina, who hadn't put up much of a fight. I'm secretly stunned I had done all this damage, considering I was never good at fighting or even self-defense.

During weekends, our pack's warriors usually offer self-defense tactics and even fighting lessons. It is a voluntary class that every werewolf is entitled to, but I hardly ever went. Throughout this year, I went only once and only because Lana had dragged me along. And I discovered how bad I was compared to others who regularly attend the classes. Now I wish I had gone more often.

I might have easily ended a bunch of rogues, considering I'm not a werewolf any longer, but Janet is different. She has been a Lycan for God knows how long, and I'm just newly turned. I'm not even sure the process is complete, I just feel that something about my wolf is different...very different.

My claws look longer, sharper, and thicker, and my senses are more overly heightened than I'm used to; I could sense every single thing going on. The slow heart rate of the unconscious rogue and Gina's, the light trickling of blood from the rogues I had killed, the sweat slowly seeping out of the glands of the she-wolves beside us as they watch us in anticipation, the slight flickering of the light bulb above us that isn't visible to humans...and so many more. My sight was sharper also, with everything looking so bright. It's a bit overwhelming, but I'm learning to adapt quickly.

I also feel like I have the strength of a thousand men coupled inside of me. My beast clamors to exert this power on the woman that almost succeeded in separating me from my mate and still dreams to do so. I will give everything I've got to make sure that she pays and suffers a lot.

I take a fighting stance as she slowly begins to walk around me in a composed manner, watching me with her predatory eyes. She casually swings the chair's broken leg in her hand as I twist around, following her every move.

"I thought about keeping you alive a little longer to suffer and live the rest of your life as a slave, but you don't want this graceful opportunity that I'm granting you." She stretches the stick then at my chest, her eyes glinting under the light. "I'll enjoy sticking this into your chest and..."

"Maybe you should shut up and actually come closer." I cut her off, tired of her constant rambling. "You bluff too much." My voice sounds different, I noticed. More thick and gruff. I can't even recognize it as mine.

Her smile falls, and her eyes turn dark, "I'll show you bluff." She attacks then, swiftly running towards me while I bare my canines open at her.

I don't see it coming fast enough as she hits me across the side of my head with the stick, sending me falling to the ground with a loud gasp. It hurts like a b***h, and the wood had even broken against my face with splinters of it flying about.

I think some are lodged in my face as blood trickles out of my split lip. I lay on the ground, holding my face as the pain quickly fades away, and my busted lip heals at a fast rate. Faster than ever before.

But I'm late to stand up as Janet throws the remaining part of the wood to the floor beside us and crouches down to take a hold of my hair. Abruptly, she smashes my skull hard against the ground three times. I think I blacked out for a few seconds. It all happened so quick, I was having trouble keeping up with her speed.

I feel woozy at the pain in my skull and wonder how it hasn't split open yet. Blood flows from my forehead to the sides of my face. I can't focus on anything as there's a loud ringing in my head.

Janet spits beside me, "Pathetic." I feel a harsh kick at my stomach that puts me on my back and makes the air leave my lungs. She straddles me while wrapping her hand around my neck, but not squeezing too tight. Just enough to deprive me a little bit of air and slow down my healing process. We can't heal, properly if we lack air. It's essential for us.

"How stupid are you to think that you could actually beat me in a fight?" She chuckles, putting more pressure on my neck bit by bit. I look up to her with hooded eyes, still recuperating from her earlier assault.

She leans down then, to hiss, "I'm almost a century old, and you are just a new pup who's 'unfortunately' not going to live past this day." She uses her other hand then to pick the stick up beside me. The end had sharp and uneven parts where it had broken. In an instant, she twirls it around before sticking the sharp edge into my shoulder, causing an ear-splitting scream to leave my throat. Her lips pull up into a grin in sick satisfaction at my misery.

"b***h!" I have to grit my teeth shut not to give her that satisfaction even as she twists the wood painfully in my shoulder. But some groans of pain still left as blood pours from the spot and turns my shirt to a deep red.

I've never felt anything like this before. I swear I wish for death right now as the she-devil cackles at my agony.

"Oh, how I love watching them scream and beg before life leaves their eyes. But you haven't begged yet." She removes the wood from my shoulder to bring it back above her.

I can feel the wound begin to heal slowly, as it was deep. I'm surprised I didn't pass out from the excruciating pain. I stare up to see Janet about to bring the wood back down to my other shoulder, when I hear a familiar voice above us. And I think Janet heard him too, because she halted in her action.

All this while, the commotion upstairs seems to have increased with sounds of footsteps running above us and yells from different people. We had been too wrapped up in our fight to notice that something big had been going on that was making the rogues scared shitless.

"Where is she?!" I hear the snarl that makes the whole place go silent, and I can even feel the atmosphere turn chilly upstairs. That voice may sound deadly to everyone else, but to me, it is the sweetest thing I've ever heard. And I could even smell his amazing scent from down here, making my beast pant in excitement. "Reggie?" I hear Janet whisper above me, making my eyes turn dark with rage. I hate that name.

Because of her being momentarily distracted, Janet doesn't see me move and pick up one of the large pieces of broken wood beside me, before lodging it, with a quick movement, right into her chest.

She lets out a loud cry falling off of me and to the floor with her face contorted in pain. She stares at the wood in her chest, horrified because it had missed her heart just by a bit. If she isn't careful in taking it out, it will pierce the organ and end her life. She tries to take it out real quick before it does any more damage, making sure it doesn't tear anything in its way out.

But I'm late to stand up as Janet throws the remaining part of the wood to the floor beside us and crouches down to take a hold of my hair. Abruptly, she smashes my skull hard against the ground three times. I think I blacked out for a few seconds. It all happened so quick, I was having trouble keeping up with her speed.

But as she does, I'm already on my feet and pounced on her right after she throws the bloody stick to the floor. She's stunned to see me back on my feet as I take hold of her hair this time and smash her head against the ground repeatedly. She wriggles and struggles underneath me, trying to get me off of her by digging her claws into my arm. But I don't feel anything, except for the need to end her worthless life. I'm just numb with rage now.

"His," smash, "name," smash, "is Reagan." Smash. I bring her bloody head back up, and she seems dizzy with her eyes unable to focus on me. "And he's mine!" I whisper into her ear before smashing her head once more into the ground.

The pain she had caused me, both physically and in my relationship is enough to drive me insane with rage. I just keep smashing her head into the floor, and if it wasn't for her Lycan genes, she would be dead by now.

I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back into a muscular chest but I still hold a firm grip on Janet's hair. My rage doesn't let me to let go of her, until I hear a faint whisper in my ear.

"Hey, hey. I'm here." He pulls me close into his chest, cradling my head as he places a kiss on my hair. "It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

I stare up into his eyes, and a tear falls down my cheek then. "Reagan?" His scent engulfs me as all my senses come back to normal. I can even feel the pain of my wounds as they rapidly begin to heal.

He looks so beautiful above me with his caramel eyes shining bright even in the dimly lit room. The worry on his forehead begins to fade as he stares deep into my eyes, and his lips pull up in a soft and relieved smile. Nothing feels more comforting than staring straight up at him, and the tears from my eyes begin to flow like a waterfall.

I bury my face into his chest and let it all out in a fit of sobs. I hadn't realized how scared I was when I learned I would be sold, but now, when I feel relief, it's like I'd been struck by reality. If I hadn't gotten up and fought, I would have been loaded into a truck with the girls and sold to the highest bidder before Reagan made it here. Or if I had been weak, Janet could have easily finished me off, and Reagan would have arrived only to my cold dead body. A lot of things could have happened in the past few hours that could have separated me from my mate forever.

I just wanted to live in this moment, where I am with him, forever. He keeps whispering sweet nothings into my ear to calm me down, and me breathing in his scent does the trick.

I hear a groan not too far from us and turn to see Gina slowly get up from her unconscious state. Her eyes dart around the room in confusion, staring at the dead rogues and an unconscious and bloody Janet, before landing on Reagan and I. Her eyes widen as she knows she's screwed, and I watch her hurry to get up. She dashes for the stairs, and I prepare to follow her right away when out of nowhere a sickening crack is heard, like a fist connecting with her face.

She falls to the ground, unconscious once more, at the feet of a young lady that I was unfamiliar with. She had long legs and black hair that is cut short just above her shoulders, her emerald eyes shining brightly. But I don't have time to study her as my body begins to quiver. I'm unsure why that is, as I stare down at my trembling hands. What's wrong with me?

"We need to get you out of here and into the forest." Reagan states as he picks me up bridal style. I stare up at him confused, still shaking like a leaf in his arms. He stares down at me with serious eyes and explains, "you're about to shift for the first time into your new beast form."