The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0181

RHEA'S POV.

The words that Lycan girl and every other Harem girl threw at my face in there hit me like the worse form of physical pain. My chest is rising and falling. My breaths are coming in too hard. I stop at the balcony qutside and the cold breeze whips my face, carrying my hair in the direction of its movement. My jaw tenses. My nostrils flare. I'm staring straight ahead into the pitch dark night with my thoughts tangled in words that are not mine.

... the one who has been sleeping with all the Lycan men...

...you tried to seduce my mate...

.... that one went on a fucking spree...

All those hateful words.

I'm now a laughing stalk in this Harem and Ashanti is to be held accountable for this. I did all this because of her.

I look down at the balcony, tears stinging in my eyes. Maybe I should jump down and end it all, but if I do, that would be proclaiming Ashanti the winner.

I hate her.

my eyes on her even though

our father tried his best to hide it, but I know Ashanti is his favorite daughter. The way talks to her, treats her or anything that has got to

be as precious to him as Ashanti is. He has never loved us the same. Everything about his life revolves around Ashanti and that's one more reason why I can't stand

make life miserable for Ashanti. I persecuted and lied against her. I cooked up stories to make the other girls dislike her. I looked forward to seeing her suffer in this Harem and I did all I could to make that dream of mine come true, but every move I made was a

"Ashanti...

her name as I pound my fist against my forehead. I take in a long steady breath. It's like there's a million screams caught inside my chest, but I have to keep them all in because if I

down and another another, from both eyes. Soon, I'm muffling tiny sobs and trying to mop

said, I went on a fucking spree and now I've become a laughing stalk to both the men and women in this pack. I have ruined my reputation with

knew I could enter.

I flinch without meaning to. The steady clipping sounds of the person's shoes makes me turn around abruptly, a feeling of relief washes over me when I see

girl I respect very much because she has assisted me a great

she's close enough, she stops in front of me. I'm fighting with my tears and shaking my head. I don't want her to know. "Is it because of the rumour flying around?" I toss an anxious look in her direction. She chuckles. "You didn't think it'd reach me, did you?" She

up

up real bad sometimes." She says it so casually, one would think she fucks up for a living. My gaze