The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

I should have left yesterday.

I should have run away the moment I set foot out of this building after Alina told me about her pregnancy. Instead I chose to drown myself in anger and agony which led me to a stupid, stupid decision of going to the training arena for practice instead of running away from this pack and never stopping until I got to the pack where my mother resides. I would've been far from all this chaos by now. I wouldn't be locked up in some miserable penthouse and guarded heavily like I was some criminal. Things have finally gotten out of hand.

Ever since Alpha Reagan walked out of this living room, I have been bawling my eyes out and right now my eyes are red and puffy and my entire body feels numb.

Everything is messed up. The relationship is over. I am now a prisoner in my mate's house.

My mate.

Thick, searing pain tugs at my heartstrings when I recall the fact that we are mates. I fight the urge to start crying all over again. He knew from the very first we met each other. He knew we were mates but chose to be awfully silent about it. He let all those bad things happen to me when he could protect me by simply claiming me as his as he should. He didn't do that. He waited till a mighty problem hit us before he had to admit the fact that we are mated to each other.

want to

so much that the sight of him would disgust

We are bound to each other by fate. There's no way

doesn't mean I'm going to stay. I'd rather leave this place and live the rest of my life with a broken heart. With the pain of being without my mate

I'm going to leave!

But my hopes are shattered when the door opens and a woman, dressed in servant uniform joins me in the living room. My shoulders sag in dismay and I nearly roll my eyes at her. "Good morning, Ashanti." She greets me quietly and all I offer in return is a nod. She's by many inches shorter than me, with a petite frame. She's not elderly, but doesn't look too young either and she's looking at me as though being

thing the feeling is

you with any other thing you need. All you have to do is say the word and it'll be done." "Where's Reagan?" I asked with a croaky voice. The maid shrieks mildly from the shock of hearing me

a step towards

voice is a bit fiercer this

turns and walks out of the room and I nearly scream the words "fuck you" behind her. When the door closes, I walk back to the sofa and plop on