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!

I'm refusing to spend the night with another girl, it means I'm admitting the fact that Ashanti is starting to have an effect on me. It means she's growing

mate and she has nothing

with any girl I want because she means nothing

that's the case then, I'll just send the girls away. Have a good night, Alpha." She turns on

out. She freezes in her tracks

me

in."

I've changed my mind.

at me, but immediately

when her

closing the

all because of my wolf, King. I am doing of

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

before. I'm literally forcing myself to

aside for me to examine them and choose the lucky

They are s**y girls that would get any man hard

against the chair, close my eyes and massage my brows with my thumb and index finger, sighing for the umpteenth time that night. I am in a

I hear is footsteps retreating and the door closing. By the time I open my eyes again, the girl

at me like

G*d, she's beautiful.

I should have the urge to touch her,**k her like I

don't even know what

she touches my cheek with her slender fingers. "How do you want me to serve you?" Her lips