The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0059

ASHANTI'S POV.

I'm standing before the Alpha and Beta with my head bowed down. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Alpha Reagan just said I didn't do what I'm being accused of. I've looked back at him several times, thinking he'll snap any moment and tell me to get back on my knees, but he hasn't.

Beta Ronald is calm and composed, the look of bewilderment on his face is not something that's unnoticeable. Just like me, he must be wondering why Alpha Reagan believes I'm innocent. "Tell me what happened." Alpha Reagan's deep voice cuts the through the almost eerie silence in the room. I tremble as I look up at him. The tears in my eyes and on my cheek have dried off. I must look like a ghost right now.

"Alpha." I call, not knowing where to start. My voice is a broken mess and I'm digging my nails into my palms out of nervousness.

"Don't be scared Ashanti. Tell me the truth." His eyes are trained on me, urging me to go on. Reassuring me in the mutest way that he'll believe my words, so I swallow the snake in my throat and carefully narrate to them what happened up to this point. By the time I'm done, the two officials have their eyes glued on me and I'm wishing I could just fall down and die right now.

"How do we know you are not lying?" That's Beta Ronald. His expression is as hard as granite. I flinche under his gaze. Alpha Reagan averts his gaze from me to him. "She's not." My brows almost touch my hairline as I look at the Apha with my eyes wide open.

That certainty. That confidence that I'm telling the truth. Where does it come from?

I melt like butter when he looks back at me.

gathered so far from your narration and the look of things, I have come to the conclusion that you have been set up. Now tell me, Ashanti." One step forward. "Has that got anything to do with why you were crying at the field

crying at the

dare tell me a lie? Are you trying to call me a blind man? Or was what I saw on

sorry Alpha. I didn't mean to lie. Just that the reason for

More silence.

the tiles beneath me. They are plain white and so

White and plain. Empty.

brings about depression. They say life needs some spice, but what

full of troubles that have no root and no end

cuts through the atmosphere, snapping me out of my

meets his and electricity zaps

"Yes, Alpha Reagan."

you being bullied

Ha!