The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Alright everyone, we're back again." Mum's voice is a lot more jovial as she addresses the people in the living room. The elderly man, whom I suppose is her husband, gives me a warm smile and to be polite, reciprocate the smile. The others, who happen to be a young boy and a girl, are frowning at me.

It's obvious my presence does not make them happy.

My mother turns to me with a subtle look on her face.

"Ashanti, this is my husband, Michael Smith and my children, your siblings, Sheila and Ryan. They are twins."

"Hello Mr. Smith, Sheila, Ryan" I greet, flashing them all a very shy smile. "It's nice to meet you all. I'm grateful to you for letting me stay here." The only person who accepts my greetings warmly is their father. Sheila rolls her eyes and sighs in exasperation as though I'm frustrating the hell out of her, while Ryan just sits there, giving me a glare as cold as ice.

Oh goddess! They hate me.

"It's nothing Ashanti. We were devastated when your mother arrived with you being in an unconscious state. We are all relieved to finally see you awake." That's Michael.

"Thank you, Sir." I say, almost bowing my head.

no need for

"Ok, Michael."

who seems to be tired of our

go to the dinning and eat already?" She asks in a harsh tone and both her parents

her eyes and storms out of the living room, heading straight to the

sorry about their behaviour. They are usually not like

I hope my presence isn't causing any

where Sheila and Ryan are already seated and have started serving themselves. I take the empty seat next to Ryan because unlike Sheila, he doesn't look like

that I feel like I could finish up every meal on this table and still not be satisfied. I pick up the empty plate before me and start serving myself, making sure no part of my body touches Ryan's in any way because he looks like a dynamite that's going to explode if I touch him just a bit. I serve myself some chicken curry and start

hand is grumpily handing me things I need which seem to be far from my reach. Like the glass of orange juice he just served to

doesn't respond. He goes

He's a sweet soul.

of your disappearance is buzzing all over. No one

sternly. "Let the child eat." She cautions

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry."