The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

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ASHANTI'S POV.

I'm sitting on my butt on the cold cell floor, leaning against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest. I have been crying since I got thrown in here. My heart hurts, my head feels like someone is blowing awar horn in it. My face is completely drenched with tears. I raise my head from between them and stare blankly at the dark wall in front of me.

I'm being accused of poisoning my opponents and attempting to poison the guest Lycan Alphas who were invited to come watch the competition. Among all the accusations that have ever been levied on me in this pack, this tops it all and it's definitely going to be the end of me.

Alpha Reagan is no longer interested in me, so I doubt if he'll jump in to save me like he always does. My only hope now is Alpha Kyle and there's very little he can do because the people who set me up definitely crafted the perfect plan that will trace back all evidence to me.

I'm going to get hanged publicly and my father will be persecuted for the rest of his life for having a child like me. It's Over.

Everything inch of my body is taut with tension. Pressure is building in my chest, pounding louder and faster and harder. I cannot calm the palpitations crashing my nervous

I'm

for a

system.

of approaching footsteps makes sirens spin in my head. I jump to my feet and rush to the barred cell door, looking left and right, eager to see who's approaching so I can begin my plea of innocence The footsteps become louder as the person comes closer and when he finally comes to view and I see his face, I almost sprout out a pair of

glaring at me with his wiped clean of any emotion. "I swear I didn't do it. You know I'm not capable of such." I whimper. Tears return to my eyes and spill down my cheeks like a waterfall. The look on his face, the unguarded strain, the flinching terror, makes me swallow dryly. "Please. I've been set up.

meal room at about quarter past eleven am." He finally speaks and my mind starts working like a computer to process what

meal room?" I

the served to the guest Alphas were being kept." I look away from him and furrow my brows as I try to scout my brain for any memory of

The meal room!

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That room!

Alpha Reagan

which had foot set on the table. So much food! I was even tempted to test some. I had no idea those