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.

better go out and see for

me and take a brief moment to appreciate the cosiness of the matching trouser and shirt pyjamas I'm putting on. A throbbing headache nearly splits my forehead in two halves when I look down at the floor, searching for something I can wear on

bedroom I have ever been into. Sighing lightly, I head to 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 step out of the bedroom, into the hallway

don't know if what I'm doing is dangerous or not, but what I do know is that I'm

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

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

to her feet. My heart nearly beats out of control as I unfreeze and take the final steps down. The woman walks over to me with a small smile

completely confused as to what's going on.

the hell

upstairs and explain things properly." She turns to the other people.

in surprise when she