The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

Alpha Reagan didn't come to see me again after the little misunderstanding we had yesterday and and right now, I'm scared.

I'm scared because I have no idea what he's up to or if he's even up to anything. As the hours tick by, I try to keep my body and mind calm. I try to stay convinced that he's doing everything he can to get me ou of here, but once in a while, my paranoia kicks in and I find myself wondering if what the warden said yesterday was true.

Is he really taking care of Alina right now? What if he believes that I truly tried to poison her? What if he has really chosen her over me? Have the elders and subjects pressured him so much that he has decided to give into their demands?

A frustrated sigh escapes my lips, followed by a gentle sob.

He's the Alpha. He's the Lycan King. He should be able to get me out of here. He has the power to do so. Why isn't he coming to save me when I need him? The warning he gave to wardens yesterday fell on deaf ears because another set showed up and bullied me almost all night. I've still had nothing to eat or drink. My throat is very dry and sore and I'm so weak, I can't even stay on my feet when I stand. I'm shivering from the cold and at the same time shaking with hunger. My stomach is an empty hollow pit with little men digging its walls with dig-axes and shovels.

truly couldn't get me out of here, He should have at least showed up

he didn't. He hasn't. He

he's accompanied

has succeeded in shoving me into a hole I'm never going to crawl out of. I cannot fight the elders and her family from here. My sister Rhea is in prison right now, serving a life sentence for a crime she did not commit alone because she's an

fill my eyes. My heart is heavy as though a rock has been

like this. Not for a crime I did not commit. I am not an evil person and I do not want the world to perceive me as one. I don't want to die and have people only talk evil, dirty things about me because I know from the depth of my heart I didn't live that kind of

as long as I'm beside Reagan. That's why I want to quit. To run away and leave all this mess behind me. I'm sure he can survive

to wait for whoever it is to arrive, I stay seated on the floor, mostly because I don't even have the energy to rise up. I'm too hungry and weak to stay on my feet if I stand up. The sound of the footsteps grow louder as the person approaches my cell and once the person finally arrives, I look up

"Alina!"

She chuckles.

"The one and only."