The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Ashanti..." He whispers my name and reaches out for my left hand. I rear back angrily, ripping my hand away from his hold. If I let him hold my hand, a torrent of butterflies will take flight in my stomach, my heart will go soft and I will not address this issue with the severity I had planned to address it with. He won't take my point seriously.

"Don't " I release a shaky breath and try to steady my voice. "One minute we were happy and everything was fine between us and the next, everything had gone down the drain. You started treating me like some worthless creature who wasn't deserving of your affection." I cry out with tears burning at the back of my eyelids. He's shaking his head, trying to deny everything I just said but I know he's lying. "You are not a worthless creature and I most certainly didn't treat you that way."

"You did!" I insist, raising my voice and he opens his mouth to say something, but it seems like words fail him because he doesn't. He shuts his mouth and heaves out of exasperated breath. My heart is pounding as I watch him turn around and run his fingers through his hair, groaning and cursing under his breath and looking just as frustrated about the situation as I am. When he turns to face me again, he looks like he's about to cry.

"I got confused. Scared. Frustrated as well. The elders..." His voice breaks. "They kept asking to know if you're the one I've chosen to be my second chance mate and I didn't know what to tell them. I didn't even know what my answer was. That's why I started being such a jerk to you. I know saying sorry doesn't change how hard I've been on you lately, but I'm sorry."

"I was hurt by your sudden change of attitude towards me, but what tore me apart was your lack of communication. You were mad about something, but you wouldn't even share it with me. I felt worthless. Am I just a whore to you like every other girl? Can I be replaced by just anyone out there?" I ask with a broken voice and he starts shaking his head again.

"No." He whispers painfully. "No. No. Of course not. You're not a whore and I don't see you as one. You are irreplaceable!"

"Liar!" I call out angrily, almost raising my voice. I feel sick to my stomach. His misty eyes lock into mine.

"I'm not telling lies, Ashanti." He steps closer and blood heats beneath my skin. I draw in a loud, deep breath and swallow the snakes in my throat. The fluttering sensation in my stomach makes me angsty and memories of all the harsh words he said to me are threatening to take over my tear ducts. I just need to blink and my face will become a waterfall. He takes my left hand again and this time around, I don't pull it back. I let him bring it to his mouth and he plants a kiss on it. A kiss that makes me burn. "You are important to me." His voice is a nervous, shaky thing. "Very important." He emphasises. He's staring at me, unblinking, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

He's not lying.

He means those words.

I'm ready for our next move. I'm not." He

my face for what I do not

and how to say it. He always has everything under control, but right now his emotions

He's scared.

of my body. I cannot believe he just said that. I open my

up to my face. Pinch myself for no reason. He steps forward, leans

voice of his that's irresistible. I peek up at him. His lips

dungeon,

says out of

I just hear

No.

I must be trippin.

you to move in with me." He repeats

"You can't possibly mean