The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

TWO YEARS LATER.

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Mum, I'm sorry, but your makeup was taking too much time so Ryan and I had to leave first." I cry over the phone and my mother snorts in derision on the other end.

"You children will never give me a break!"

"See you at the conference hall Ma. Bye bye." I hang up and throw the phone into my purse, letting out a heavy sigh.

As she gets older, her love for make-up grows stronger and that frustrates everyone at home, including my step-father, Michael.

I look through the window and notice that we just arrived at the building premises. The driver drives towards the main entrance of the building and the moment he parks, a guard dressed in a black suit opens the car door for me and I step out elegantly with my purse in my left hand. My eyes rake up along the length of the tall building standing before me and a smile spreads on my face.

I did it!

the Alpha of this Pack, I was able to receive the training I needed without my identity being revealed. After my training, My mother and I started a Fashion and Design company called Thread Treasure Creations, normally called TTC which has grown to

the workers and pack members do not know who the nameless and faceless Chief Designer is. There have been speculations about who the person may be and a few people have even claimed to be me, but have been exposed. I work in private with my designers and the only thing the public gets to see from me are

my life. I live with a family that loves me to bits and treats me well. I'm doing what I enjoy, what I'm good at doing at my own pace. There's no one to give me orders. There are no slanders or hardships. I'm just living life the way I had always wished, but right now, I feel like all of that is about to end because today is the day I reveal my identity to

want you to escort me. I'll go by myself." The three guards give me shocked gazes and I give them a

Ma'am.. we were

won't recognize me just yet. Let me do this. Please." They all reluctantly nod their heads and step aside, giving me way to make my grand entrance

first time in two years I'm using this

came here, I would be driven to the underground parking lot where I'd take the private elevator straight to the floor

I walk closer to the revolving door that leads into the clothing store lobby. I don't miss the strange looks I'm getting from passers by and even when I

you because they want to harm you.

How could they?