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!

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 on

mate and she has nothing on

girl I want because she means nothing to

Have a good night,

I call out. She freezes

around to face me

in."

I've changed my mind.

but immediately

her eyes

exits the room, closing the door behind

almost every night all because of my wolf, King. I am doing of his to satisfy him. His sexual appetite is out of

into the bedroom. My eyes lurk from

no excitement. No anticipation like before.

steps aside for me

gesture and the girls 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

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

still closed. I don't even know 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

at me

G*d, she's beautiful.

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

I don't even know what to

in my throat when she touches my cheek with her slender fingers. "How do you want me