Prince Reagan
Chapter 60

The place where our royal leaders live is known as the Lycaon Palace. It was named after the first owner, which was also the first Lycan king centuries ago.

King Lycaon had been a vicious beast who craved power and wealth. He had conquered many werewolf packs by challenging their Alphas to duels and ending their lives. He took so many territories under his name and built a large army behind him, making him the most feared beast. He had also enslaved many werewolves under him and destroyed packs that wouldn't submit.

His son, Ellias Lycaon, had been the one to put an end to his reign when he noticed how far his father had gone. It had been a brutal fight between father and son, and some had even feared Ellias wouldn't make it. But he emerged victorious with his father's head in his hand.

To make sure no one as selfish as Lycaon ever tries what he did, Ellias was voted to be the Lycan King of all beasts. This way, the packs would remain united under one leader and be safe too.

But it took a while for werewolves of different packs to start accepting each other. This had even led to war when werewolves became more territorial and were hostile to nonpack members intruding into their land. Another bloodshed it had been. But Reagan's father, King Aldrich, had stopped all that.

Now, it may come as a shock that the Palace was named after an unloved ruler. But in a way, Lycaon had united us all. If he hadn't forcefully taken packs, maybe we would all still be separated and hostile to one another.

I've never seen the Palace directly before,so I'm a bit excited and curious. The airport we landed in was heavily guarded, and numerous cars were already waiting for us. I think it's a bit too much, but then again, we have the royal family here!

The drive was a long one until we started getting into private stinky rich properties. Green forests surround the area, but it only added to the beauty of the place. I would love to stay in places like this when I eventually grow old. The peace and quiet here are much appreciated.

From afar, amidst all the trees, I could see a large building standing tall and extravagant in the distance. I didn't need anyone telling me before I knew it was the Lycaon palace. We passed through several gates and tight securities on our way.

Reagan kept me close all the way with his head in my neck as he breathed in my scent. It seems as if he wasn't happy either and needed the closeness to calm down. But when we got to the entrance to the Palace, we were separated.

Another Lycan had immediately come and told him his father was waiting for him in his office. His jaw clenched, and his grip on my hand tightened before letting me go. He turns to cup both my cheeks before placing a peck on my forehead. The public display of affection made me blush red because of the eyes focused on us. I even heard Danny cough behind us before getting elbowed by Lexi.

He stares into my eyes, "Don't leave your room. I'll be back." Your? Does that mean I won't be sharing the same room with him? I pout in protest but he was already gone along with the Lycan.

A maid welcomes me with a bright smile and I could smell from her scent that she was a werewolf. She leads the rest of us inside while a handful of servants in uniforms rush to take our luggage in the car trunks. I'm surprised to see the boxes upon boxes being unloaded from Danny's and Lexi's vehicle, and I stared at them with an eyebrow arched. They both shrug guiltily before smiling mischievously, while I roll my eyes at them.

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Instead of taking the spiral staircase that goes on forever, we took the elevator before I parted ways with the twins. They already knew their rooms and didn't need to be guided, but the maid led me to mine.

For a bedroom meant for one person, it was enormous and a bit too much. The king-sized bed was opposite a flat-screen TV over a fireplace. And gold was the color used most to decorate the room with a crystal chandelier hanging in the middle.

My luggage had been brought up, and I'm surprised to see the maids help me set up my clothes in the wardrobe and take of the rest. They even helped run me a bath and brought in delicious butter tarts that I'm currently eating while in the bathtub. They taste so good that I wonder why I haven't ever had them before. The vanilla caramel flavor was enough to leave me moaning after each bite.

I could get used to this.

I sigh, leaning further into the water. Even the bath feels more relaxing than the ones I took in LA. It smells of rose, and the bubbles keep bouncing into the air. I giggle as I try to pop some of them with my worries gone. I would have loved to sleep in my bath, but I didn't want to drown in my sleep, so I finally stand up and rinse myself.

I climb into bed in a pink robe to take a nap when I feel my chest grow hot. I have been feeling it for a long time, but it was faint and I didn't give it much thought until now. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing it has something to do with my mate. He was pissed, I know.

I know Reagan isn't hurt, but rather, it was his emotions I was feeling. I want to go to him and help him relax, but he had specifically told me not to leave the room. And even if I do leave, I doubt I'll be able to replace him easily in this large palace. And who knows who I'll run into, I haven't met anyone yet.

So I'm left squirming, tossing and turning in bed. I'm uncomfortable and cant sit straight. If Reagan is angry, then it has something to do with his father since he's the one he went to meet, and that is a very bad sign for me. I wonder what is going on with them.

I try watching the TV to reduce my stress, and I don't know for how long I stare, bored, at the flat screen before finally succumbing to sleep. It's in the late afternoon when I feel someone's arms wrap around me, bringing me closer into a masculine chest that smells good. I smile in content at finally having my mate with me before looking up at him.

His intense gaze is already fixed on me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried about him.

His lips tilt up in a smile that seemed forced before he shifts to settle me better in his arms.

"Nothing you should worry yourself about." I wanted to protest for him to talk to me, but he pecked my lips to keep me shut. "Get some rest. Dinner is in a few hours, and you'll be meeting everybody."

Fear seizes my heart, but I quickly brush it away and focus my mind on other things.

"How did you even get in here?" I ask, shifting to take a better look at him. "I remember locking the door immediately as the maids left."

He c***s an eyebrow before a playful smirk appears on his lips. "I've lived here for a long time. I think I know how to get into locked rooms." He comments, looking smug.

"You know," I begin, playing with the buttons in his shirt. "You never really told me how old you are."

He sighs, "Even I sometimes forget my age. I just wake up to see my mum wishing me a hundred and seventy-third birthday." It takes me a second for his words to register, and my eyes widen into saucer. "You're a hundred and seventy-three years old?!" I gasp in disbelief, and he nods a yes.

"Eww." I scrunch my nose in fake disgust, slapping at his chest. "You're way too old for me." And too hot for your age, but I didn't tell him that.

He arches an eyebrow at me before his smirk widens. "You're right. I should look for someone almost my age to spend the rest of my life with. Janet is available and almost a century old. I'm sure she would love to..."

"Complete that statement and get ready to sleep with one eye open." I threaten with a growl resonating from my chest. All trace of playfulness gone from my tone with my face set in a scowl. Him saying her name alone was enough to give me murderous thoughts. He smiles at my expression before leaning in to give me a deep, breathtaking kiss. And just like that, my frown was gone with my heart fluttering once more in love.

"Get some rest, my love." He sighs before closing his eyes. I decide to leave a him to rest while I watch him sleep. I'm not even so sleepy anymore. He looks even more beautiful while sleeping, with an expression serenity on his face. A smile graces my lip as I snuggle deeper into him.