The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0015

REAGAN'S POV.

The dual I witnessed between Ashanti and Kyle this morning has been replaying in my mind all day.

Never in a thousand years did I think Ashanti was interested in combat or had fighting skills. I was shocked out of my skin.

She's quite a handful to deal with. She's not only a curious girl who lets her intrusive thoughts win most of the time, but she's a fighter. A very good fighter.

A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts and when I signal whoever it is to come in, the door opens, revealing one of the female **ts who are in charge or picking the girls I get to spend the night with. "Alpha Reagan." She bows respectfully. "The girls are ready." I sit upright from the chair and

Ashanti's image flashes in my mind. Guilt stabs my heart like a thousand daggers.

She's my mate. I'm supposed to be loyal to her.

I clear my throat and look at the s**t who still has her head bowed down.

"I won't be having any girl tonight." She instantly snaps her up and looks at me with her eyes wide open, but says nothing.

She must be shocked, but she knows better than to

question my decision so she stays quiet.

She's shocked because this is the first time in years I'm refusing to spend the night with a girl.

But hold up!

to have an effect on me. It means she's growing on me which is not true.

mate and she has nothing

I want because she

just send the girls away. Have a good night, Alpha." She turns on her heels and starts walking out

out. She

face me once more.

in."

I've changed my mind.

but immediately tears

her eyes meet

exits the room, closing

because of my wolf, King. I am

five girls following her into the bedroom. My eyes lurk from one girl to the next, drinking in their beautiful figures with

no excitement. No anticipation like before. I'm literally

they are." She tells me their names and steps aside for me to examine

walk closer to me in and organised manner. They all have on black see-through night dresses that expose their bare breasts and red thongs. They are s**y girls that would get any man hard just by looking at their firm breasts, but none of that is happening to me right now, virtue of Ashanti's face that keeps flashing in my mind. I am

chair, close my eyes and massage my brows with my thumb and index finger, sighing

what she looks like. I just said anything that came to mind. The next thing I hear is footsteps retreating and the door closing. By the time I open my eyes again, the girl

beaming at me like a

G*d, she's beautiful.

urge to touch her,**k her like I always do with the others, but

know what to do

lowers herself to the couch I'm occupying. My breath hitches in my throat when she touches my cheek with her slender