Thirty

Reagan’s POV

If I hadn't heard the commotion from my chambers, I would have thought that the healer wasn’t able to treat the little girl because of how her mother was still crying.

“What happened,” I threw a question at my Beta and my Gamma, who were still looking at the healer like she was a messiah.

“Are you guys going to explain what the fuck happened here? Or are you going to continue looking at her like that?” I added explosively.

I suddenly decided that I hated it when Eira is being looked at by other males, It might sound stupid and selfish because I know I don’t like her. But I want to be in her fucking pants and I hate how she’s being looked at by other wolves.

And right now, Dolphus amd Amoux had this total worship look in their eyes that’s fucking with my head.

“Reagan, She..She” Amoux said, stuttering as he pointed at Eira as if he was just processing all the incidents in his head.

“She what? and why the hell are you stuttering,” I bellowed.

Someone should fucking say