Savage (Reagan and Kieran) novel Chapter 3

Reagan

I wake up late on my birthday only to see Meadow in my face staring at me.

“What are you doing, creeper?”

“Happy Birthday!” she yells and then does some magic that glitter bombs my entire room.

“Aren’t you supposed to do something that I like on my birthday?” I grumble. I am so NOT a glitter girl and no matter how much magic she uses to get rid of it, I still find glitter all over the damn place. The last time she did this, I found glitter on my ass cheeks. No, scratch that, one of the warriors who saw me shift saw glitter on my ass shining in the sunlight and I’ve never lived it down.

I’m pretty sure I’ve punched every male warrior in our pack for calling me Glitter Buns and every damn one of them said it was worth it. Bastards.

“Look, grumpy, just because your mate wasn’t here last night, doesn’t mean he won’t arrive today,” Meadow says much too cheerfully.

Every one of the Alphas and royals that had been here last night had wanted me to continue the party until it was midnight. Then everyone had counted down, like it was friggin New Year’s Eve and ... nothing. He wasn’t here. Everyone went to bed disappointed. Except me. None of them struck me as mate material. There was a lot of arrogance and pride, which I’m used to from living with Alphas and Guardians, but it just seemed ... conceited. Since I’m a Guardian, my mate will naturally become stronger because of our mate bond. And I have no intention of binding myself to someone who is conceited before they’re even mated to me. Thankfully, the Moon Goddess and I seem to be in agreement on this.

"Maybe they could all leave and I could celebrate my birthday with just the new ones,” I say, just as there is a knock at the door.

“Sweetheart, you have to get up. You’re the guest of honor and they have a breakfast planned for you. Your father wanted to get you up to spar, but I talked him out of that. You can’t miss breakfast though,” my mother says, walking in.

She looks around my room at the explosion of glitter. “Is this your work, Meadow.”

“Well you don’t think it’s mine, do you, Mom?” I ask with grumpy exasperation.

Rather than take it personally, my mother comes over and wraps her arms around me. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Your father and I got you something, but I want to wait until he’s back to give it to you.”

“That’s fine. I need to shower anyway.”

I start to head to the shower, but my mother holds my hand, keeping me here. “Reagan, you’ll find him. If it’s not today, that’s okay. It will happen.”

I nod and hug her. “Thanks, Mom.”

I shower and put on casual clothes. I’m not trying to impress anyone and it’s my birthday. I’ll dress up tonight for the big event, but not for breakfast.

When I come out, my parents and Meadow are waiting for me. Meadow looks really excited so I know whatever my parents got me is going to be good.

My father looks at me and I wait him out. Then he tosses me something. I catch it and look.

“You got me a car?” I ask, excited.

“It’s not just a car, Rea! You have to see it!” Meadow says practically dancing on her toes.

I smile and rush outside, Meadow right behind me.

“Holy cow! You got me the Arctic Truck?” I ask, in awe as I look at the mega off-road vehicle. With this truck, I’ll be able to go anywhere to let Alayla out to run. I can feel her excitement knowing we’ll be able to get to places that we’ve only been able to run to before in the mountains.

“Thank you!” I say, throwing my arms around my father, and then hugging my mother again. “Can I take it for a spin?”

“After breakfast, please Reagan,” my mother says.

I sigh. I know Emlyn, my brother’s mate and the pack’s Luna, will have done something special for me for breakfast.

“Alright. But I’m telling Emlyn that I gave up my first ride for her,” I say as we turn and head to the packhouse.

“A couple more people came in overnight, Reagan. Still don’t smell anything?” my father asks.

“Not yet,” I say. I’ll admit, I’m a bit disappointed. Anyone who is anyone is coming to my birthday. If my mate isn’t here then ... “Maybe I’ll have to wait, like you did for Mom,” I say to my father.

“I doubt that. You’re too special to go that long without your mate,” he says, just as we walk into the packhouse. Sure enough, Emlyn went all out. I’m not even sure when she and the pack had time to take down the decorations from last night and put up the birthday decorations for this morning.

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