The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

"That's what they want, but what about what I want? What about what you want? What the Moon goddess wants! She paired us for a reason. We are fated to each other and we are meant to be with each other till the end!" She throws her head back and lets out a loud, hysterical laughter that fills the atmosphere. I stare down at her, brows creased, eyes squinting, totally confused as to why she finds my words funny. "Fated to eachother? We're meant to be with each other till end?" Another mocking chuckle. "If you believed that you wouldn't have waited for things to turn sour before admitting the fact that we were mates. You would have marked me the moment you set your eyes on me in that Harem. But you didn't! You took your precious time because you hated the fact an ordinary werewolf was your mate!" Her voice progressively increases with each word and by the time she's finishing the statement, she's screaming at the top of her lungs. Pain pangs in my heart and the guilt I've been trying to ignore all this while awakens in my chest. I open my mouth to speak but my voice catches in my throat.

Ashanti takes two steps back and her tear-filled eyes meet mine again.

"This is all messed up, Reagan." Her teary voice makes my intestines coil.

My mate.

My precious mate. All I do is hurt her. Give her hard times.

"There's trouble in this pack. Trouble that's only going to keep getting worse if we stay together. Just let me go so you can restore peace among your subjects. Give them the Luna they want." Her voice is clogged with tears and emotions.

frustration. She doesn't want to leave. Just like me, she wants a happy ever after for our relationship and I will make that wish of hers

away from each other. Her glistening eyes are still glued to mine and I can see her chest rising and falling as she takes in heavy breaths. Cautiously, I pull her into me and set my chin on

My determination to leave will never falter and I will do so one way or

with her on this issue anymore. So to change the topic, I walk towards the

by which she could escape this place she calls a prison. When

"I'm not hungry."

a seat, my eyes never leaving her frowning face. "Come seat so we can

"I don't want to."

"Don't be stubborn."