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of them are the calculating types, people who will wait and plan before they actually decide on the attack. It's the way father taught them to survive in this pack, a way they learned even better under me.
    The rise is there, a current of rebellion underneath the tension clinging in the air, a sizzle of motion in the bond connecting us together, however, they are not prepared to strike yet. I watch them quietly, masking my concern with a brash look, some seeing right through it perhaps when others stay unknowing of the struggle inside me.
    No one comes forth. Today, no one will.
    "In that case, you are dismissed," I conclude and step off the stage, dread coursing through my veins.

(6) Perfect Reflection
     
    |Regan's POV|
    The room is drowned in her scent, the remains of her presence lingering for me to take in like the sweetest of poisons. My poison, the only thing that can truly addict me.
    The bed is empty, missing her like I already do. The covers are discarded on the floor as if someone has thrown them there in a fit of rage. Did she do that?
    "Scarlet?" I call out, panic beating against my chest. "Where are you, sweetheart?"
    The silence is so loud it feels like it's screaming at me. No answer ever comes.
    "Scarlet?" My voice is quivering with fear leaking into it. I scurry around the room, checking every creak and crevice, inside the walk-in closet... How bad did I mess up to be even doing this?
    I drop on my knees, leaning against the rug on the floor to look under the bed. Nothing. Where the hell she is?
    A low rumble of displeasure comes out of my throat, the thought about her hiding from me poking at my chest with a merciless hand, striking me right where it hurts the most.
    Did I make her feel this way? Worse?
    Depression and guilt swamp over my mind, leaving debris of the initial excitement behind. Will I have to hurt her more than I already have? Will I have to hurt her so I could have her?
    I rise to my feet, taking another sweep of the place and noting the bathroom door is slightly ajar. No light is coming from inside, though. She can't possibly be there, can she?
    My desperate trot takes me to the doorstep, shaking hands push the wood, revealing a sight that makes my heart fall down to its place. Drinking her up, her slender, small frame wearing the light pink, nearly see through silky gown I find her breathtaking with her curls falling down her back.
    She turns towards me, pinning me under her stormy gaze, staring at me with her eyes that are filled with tears. Tearing me apart.
    "You scared the shit out of me, Scarlet," I breathe out, the fist around my windpipe easing its hold. I can barely keep it in. The need to go to her, wrap her in my arms is so strong I'm shaking in my struggle with the beast's demands.
    "You should answer when I'm calling you," I say to her, the words coming out harsher than intended. Mentally, I curse myself for giving voice to these possessive instincts. She needs to be cherished. I need to tread carefully now after I've broken her. I need to piece this proud woman back together.
    Can a monster like me do that?
    "Alpha," she whispers with a blank face, lowering those eyes off of me. Not to look at me, never to look at me. Skirting past me just like any other wolf of the pack will. Trying to avoid my presence.
    My hand strikes out, fingers snaking over her elbow as I stare at her, willing her to look, see me as the man I should be in her eyes. She doesn't. Instead, she keeps her gaze downcast, refusing to regard me at all.
    "Is something wrong, babe?" The moment the words leave my mouth I realize how wrong they must sound tumbling out of my lips.
    The storm returns, peering up at me from beneath thick, dark lashes. Does she despise me that much? I am her mate. She is supposed to forgive me, not act like we are strangers to each other.
    She places a hand over mine, sparks flying across my feverish flesh as she unhooks my fingers and pushes me away.
    "You shouldn't be concerned with