The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

Blink.

Blink again. My eyes snap open and the illuminated chandelier hanging from the ceiling above comes into view. The light rays from the beaming object burns my eyes so I turn my head in the opposite direction to escape them. My head feels like there are a hundred drums playing in it. There's a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach which I recognize as extreme hunger. My throat is as dry as a dessert and my mouth tastes like death.

As I look around, the unfamiliarity of the bedroom drives panic into my soul. It looks too sophisticated to be the bedroom Tessa and I shared at the Harem a few months ago. It doesn't look like the bedroom we were upgraded to in the premium residence. It's definitely not Alpha Reagan's bedroom, neither is it the bedroom at the penthouse house he had locked me in.

Where the hell am I?

The last time I was conscious, I was locked up in a dungeon cell, weak to the bone and crying lifelessly for my mother to come and save me. I blacked out all of a sudden and now I find myself in this bedroom, feeling like I just resurrected from the dead.

Or maybe I'm dead and I'm in the land of the dead.

go out and

splits my forehead in two halves when I look down at the floor, searching for something I can wear on my feet. I don't see anything so I step down barefooted and rise from the bed. My eyes skim around the bedroom

the door and daintily push it open. I poke my head out and I'm greeted with a long hallway that leads to a staircase in the distance. Without second thoughts, I

what I'm doing is dangerous or not, but what I do

the hallway. I shut my eyes close, pin my hands by my side and exhale heavily before taking the next step forward. Another step, another and another and soon, I'm at the staircase landing. From here, I can hear voices of people talking downstairs, but I cannot make out what they are saying. My heart rate skyrockets. My bones start buckling and there's this tiny voice within me, warning me to turn around and go back to the bedroom, but

become louder and it's just a matter of time before I get to the point where I can look down and see the people sitting in the living room below. There are four of them and they seem to have sensed my presence because they all stop talking and look up at the staircase. I freeze in

control as I unfreeze and take the final

confused as to

hell

things properly." She turns to the other people.

in surprise when she calls my