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.

there's no need for formalities. Call

"Ok, Michael."

of our little chit-chat,

asks in a

Where are your manners?" Our mother scolds her, but that doesn't change anything. Sheila rolls her eyes and storms out of the living

sorry about their behaviour. They are

presence isn't causing

dinning 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 he wants to carve out my kidneys and have them

my intestines grumble. I've been starving for days now and right now, I'm so hungry 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

is grumpily handing me things I need which seem to be far from my reach.

but he doesn't respond. He goes back to biting into his

He's a sweet soul.

of your disappearance is buzzing all

Mother calls sternly. "Let the child eat." She cautions and

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry."