The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Why not?" Michael asks, confused. "You're his mate, aren't you?"

"I am, but he never treated me as one. Alpha Reagan knew from the first day he set his eyes on me that I was his mate yet he didn't say anything. He let me stay in the Harem and watched me get bullied time and again by the other girls. I've been through so much in his hands and to top it all, his subjects hate me! They'd rather start a war than let me become their Luna. They think I poisoned Alina."

"Not anymore." Mum chimes in and my brain scatters within. I look at her with raised brows and she nods her head.

"I... I don't understand."

"A few days ago, a trial was held and Alina's crimes were exposed. Alpha Reagan provided strong evidence to prove that Alina murdered two adults and poisoned herself in order to kill the baby in her womb and blame it on you. A whole lot of other crimes she committed were exposed and Alpha Reagan gave her a death sentence. She was hanged yesterday. Alina is dead and the Crescent Moon Pack subjects are all ready to go down on their knees and beg for your forgiveness." I am completely dumbfounded after hearing those words.

Alina has been exposed.

hanged for her

Alina is dead.

pack subjects want to apologise for

moment to appreciate the pain that I feel coursing through the assaulted spot. This is not a dream. This is reality. Alina has finally paid for her crimes. I want to smile, but my mood turns sour again when Alpha Reagan crosses

to me by bringing Alina to justice, but I still

me as such. I don't want to be with a man who'll always want me to be under his wings. I have my own life to live, goals to

throat. "I'm truly happy to hear that. It was about time Alina atoned for her crimes. I'm happy Alpha Reagan finally saw to that, but that doesn't change how I feel. I don't want to go back to that pack. Please don't give me to them when they come for me." My teary voice pleads as I look from Michael to my mother with

a I plate fills the entire dining room and I shoot Sheila a scared look. "Just great!" She exclaims yet again as she angrily bangs her fist on the table and rises. "First, a complete stranger is brought into our home and now we can't even eat dinner without it turning into a pity party." She shoots me a deadly glare that burns right through my face to the back of my head. Her wide eyes scare

"I am so sorry..."

again, I assure." Mum gives a warm look that eases the tension in my heart, but when I look down