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!

even my uncle, 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 become the biggest and most successful fashion

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

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

myself." The three guards give me shocked gazes and I give them a curt

Ma'am.. we were told

revealing my identity today anyway. Besides, I have on make-up, people won't recognize me just yet. Let me do this. Please." They all reluctantly nod their heads and step aside, giving me

will be the first time in two years I'm using this

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

strange looks I'm getting from passers by and even when I step into the lobby, everyone seems to stop what they are doing and look at me. My knees have won

using the underground parking lot and then the private elevator. The looks I'm getting from these people are scary. I should not have asked the guards to stay behind. "Stop being a wussy!" Lena snaps. "They are looking at you because they want to harm you. Look around. They are all admiring your outfit and maybe the purse you're holding." She points out and I do some self checking out before staring back at the onlookers and indeed, they seem to be admiring me, not glaring at me. It seems

How could they?