Reagan finally shuts the door close behind him, but his eyes are still transfixed on my outfit in a daze-like state. I walk up to him slowly, adding a slight sway to my hips for a little more effect. Right now, he doesn't seem so powerful anymore, just a man with two eyes that can't look away from something so alluring.

I wrap my arms around his neck, smashing my front to his as I bit my lip seductively. Truth be told, I still I'm not sure what I'm doing. It's my first time ever attempting to seduce someone. But I think the look of lust in his eyes is a good indication for me.

"How was your day, your Highness?" I rise up on my tippy toes and purr the question beside his ear. A guttural sound is heard at the back of his throat that sounded something like, 'good.'

He shivers underneath my touch, his eyes turning dark as I press my chest against his. It's so thrilling and exhilarating to have such a powerful man turn puny because of me.

"Well, won't you ask about mine, considering you left me here all alone?" I gaze up at him, blinking innocently while running my hand across his chest. He's pure hard male all over. His muscles flex under my touch, and I can already feel him begin to grow down there.

But even I am affected by being this close to him. My n*****s pucker into hard buds underneath the chemise, and my heart keeps flipping in my chest. I try to ignore these feelings and smile up at him as charming as I can.

"Where are your cuffs?" He suddenly asks in a gruff voice, his eyes narrowing in suspicion at me. My smile wipes off, but I quickly bring them back on, flashing my pearly white teeth at him.?Damn! How could I have forgotten that one detail?!

"Is that how to greet me after an excruciatingly long day without you to keep me company?" I pout up at him, but he doesn't budge and keeps looking down at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, if you must know, my wrist was feeling really itchy from the wolf's bane, so I had no choice but to pick the lock." I didn't want to throw Lexi under the bus, so I'm taking all the blame for that.

"Please, will you forgive me? I've been missing you all day." I add while running a finger down his muscular arm just to distract his attention.

And it works effectively as his eyes turn soft and focus on my showing cleavage. I smirk, feeling smug before placing a soft kiss on his chest.

"You must be tired. Why don't we go to the bathroom and give you a shower," I lean up to run my fingers through his hair. "I'll help you out."

Something flashed in his eyes as a low growl rumbles in his chest. And before I know what's happening, he spins me around and pins me to the wall behind me. A gasp escapes my lips before he smashes his against mine, sucking and biting while driven by lust.

My panties pool with my moist heat, and my stomach clenches in desire. I fist my hand in his shirt, pulling him closer as we fought over dominance. He deepens the kiss by tilting his head sideways, and soon, we part, panting for air as he buries his head into my neck. He softly nips at my ear with his teeth before whispering into my ear.

"What game are you playing, little wolf." He leans back to stare into my eyes directly, searching them for any sign of trickery.

"Whatever do you mean, Reagan?" I ask, feigning innocence. "I only want to help you feel better after a long day. Plus, with all the trouble I had been giving you these past few days, I think you deserve some form of apology from me." I trail my eyes down his body, biting my lip for added effect. He c***s an eyebrow at me before his lips pull up in amusement.

He moves back from me, taking slow steps till he sits back on the bed with his eyes twinkling in mischief.

"Since you're so eager to please me, my little wolf. Why don't you help me get out of these obstructing clothes so we can proceed to the showers." He flashes a grin at me, making me swallow in nervousness. Butterflies flutter about in my stomach as my throat suddenly runs dry.

My hands turn clammy, and my heart begins to race a fast rhythm. I suddenly don't feel so courageous anymore as he sits like a boss on the bed. I've seen him naked before when we had a bath, but I wasn't the one who had undressed him then.

My cheeks are flaming red right now as his smug grin stretches wide.?What was I thinking suggesting I'll help him in the shower??Would I really be able to go through with this without dying of embarrassment?

He probably had seen through my lies and is trying to get me to break. But I won't give him the satisfaction. So with my jaw held high and my shoulders squared, I stroll towards him where he still sat on the bed. His smile slowly falls off as he sees me walk up to him and straddle his lap. With my legs on both sides of his hip, I reach for his shirt button with shaky hands.

It took a lot of time for me to get the first button open as both my hands aren't steady. But when I looked back up at the devil, his amused smile is back on. I probably look like a comedy show to him. When my hands go for the next button, he sighs before grabbing my wrist. I stare up at him in question as he pulls my hand away from his shirt.

"If you're trying to seduce me into reducing your punishment," He wraps his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. "You're doing a lousy job of it." He chuckles, making my heart flip at the sexy sound. I try to conceal my blush while wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Are you sure?" I ask before trailing my mouth to his ear so I could whisper, "because that's not what your little friend down there is telling me."

His hardness is visibly pushing against the crotch of his pants, and if I move forward a little more, it would be poking directly against my barely clad cunt. And for emphasis, I did move, squirming a bit over him, causing him to groan in pain as his grip on my waist tightens. I smirk, self-satisfied at knowing I'm still on top, before leaning away from his ear to look into his warm eyes.

His sharp jaw is clenched tight, and his brown eyes are a dark shade that frightens yet allures me.

"Be careful the games you play, little wolf. I'm not one to lose so easily." He whispers before gently moving me off of him so he could walk into the bathroom.

I smile triumphantly because even though he had seen through my tricks, he had still let his guard down, and I'm still not cuffed back to the bed. So for now, I'm a bit free. And step by step, it'll get better.

I hear the sound of the shower running while I tie my hair back into a ponytail before sitting back patiently on the bed. I try to gather my thoughts in the meantime, planning my next move with precision. But when he walks back out with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, my mind goes blank, and I find it hard to remember what I'm supposed to do.

Thick long hair falling down in wet strands around his face, a face sculptured to perfection and a body carved to fit that of a demi-god. Yep, he's definitely going to be the death of me.

He spares me a glance before walking towards the walk-in closet, and only when he's out of sight, do I regain my sense. Here I am trying to seduce him with all I've got, and he does it to me without even trying. I shake my head before sitting back up straight.

"I forgot to thank you for saving me...from Brad," I say and wait for his response. He doesn't answer right away till he's back out, dressed in only a pair of grey sweat pants.

His eyes are on me with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher, swimming in them. "As long as I'm alive, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Neither am I going to let someone else take you away from me." He vows before pulling on a white shirt he has in hand.

I nod at his words, knowing how sincere he was with them. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he just announced I'm chained to him for life.

"I'm still surprised what a Prince was doing at an Alpha's inauguration." I voice out as he goes to take a seat on the sofa in the room.

"I know the King sends a representative, but never his children before."

His lips quirk up in a smile, "Actually, I wasn't sent mainly for the inauguration. I was here on other official matters, and it so happens that it's the same time the inauguration was going on. So I decided to attend myself."

"Official matters?" I ask, wondering what kind of matters a Lycan Prince had here.

"I'm not sure you've heard this, but werewolf packs in California have been raided for the past two months. And every time, she-wolves are being kidnapped." I frown at this new information.

"No, I haven't heard."

"That must be because Your packhouse hasn't been attacked yet. It seems they're mostly targeting smaller isolated packs. The weak ones." He explains with his eyebrows furrowed in thinking.

"Werewolf hunters are being suspected as weapons having their symbols are always sited on the scene, but so far, we aren't sure. They keep denying it, and it's possible that they're being set up. We're trying to find the real culprits before the werewolves declare war on the hunters." He sighs, running his hand down his face tiredly. And for the first time, I see how exhausted he truly was. He must be working really hard day and night to solve this case, and me adding more troubles to him isn't helping.

I suddenly feel guilty for only having thought about myself all this while. I only kept thinking about annoying him further while he was here trying to save our kind from another deadly war. I've never encountered war. But they say it's never good, especially for us women and kids. We're always the primary target.

I don't know much about hunters as I haven't encountered one before, but they had codes they strictly abide by. And one of them is to never harm an innocent werewolf. They don't go about shooting any werewolf they see on sight unless he or she had done something really bad to a human. That's all they are after, protection of humans against feral beasts like us.

They know not to cross their lines as we're strong in numbers and can easily take them out if they did, so I doubt they would risk their lives and the safety of humans just like that. And why were these savages attacking defenseless packs only to steal she-wolves? Only one answer could pop into my mind.

"Are they trafficking them?" I ask in a faint whisper, already dreading the answer.

He nods with his jaw slightly clenches. "It's a possibility. That's the only reason we can come up with for now."

My eyes widen in horror as his words sink in. There's only one reason why she-wolves would be sold and bought. And thinking of it makes my stomach churns in disgust as I taste bile in my throat.

They were most probably being sold to serve as breeding machines to those disgusting animals buying them. But the question was which set of people?