The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

I watch in horror as the unsmiling female guard approaches me. My breaths are coming in too hard and I nearly pass out the moment she stands in front of me with her gaze boring into holes into my face. She's one of the many Pack subjects who hate me. I shoot a nervous glance at Alpha Reagan and see that his search has already begun.

"Can I?" The woman standing in front of me asks and I turn to her. I swallow dryly, nod my head in agreement and step forward.

"Lift your arms, please."

I do just that. I stretch my arms wide by my side and a shiver vibrates through me when she places hands on the side of my ribs and starts to pat me downwards. The dress I'm wearing is an off shoulder gown that hugs my body to the level of my waist and and continues with a high split flay and flushes on the floor. The design of the dress is a bit complicated, but searching me will be easy and it's just a matter of seconds before she's...

A strange feeling at the right hip snaps me out of my thoughts and I look down to see what she's doing.

"What's this?" She asks, looking up at me and my eyes go to what she's pointing at. It's a small split at the level of the region where the flayed part of the dress starts.

"I... I don't know. I haven't even noticed that before." My voice is hoarse and I've begun to panic.

dress because I was so upset that Lizzy was insistent on me wearing

it is. It's not a split, but a pocket. A real tiny pocket that's easy to miss. With my heart in my throat, I watch the woman pull out a tiny black plastic bag from the

the plastic up to my face so

like a lizard, scared to the bone. "I swear I don't know what that is. I have no idea how it got into my dress." My voice is a nervous shaky mess. The look of total

What's going on here?

she turns to face them,

Alpha Reagan asks as

out." She brings it closer to her nostrils and I nearly faint when she quickly throws it away after sniffing and takes several steps away from it with horror-filled eyes. "Wolfsbane!" The entire room is filled with gasps from the others, including myself as everyone takes several steps away from the spot where the plastic

he walks towards the plastic. Without any fear in the world, he picks up the plastic and sniffs it. The look on his face tells me it's exactly what the woman had said

"How... how..."

culprit!" Mr. Williams starts screaming again, this time around, pointing at

my face before flickering to the angry looking old man standing below.

bad feeling I