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!

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 and design company in the

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

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

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

Ma'am.. we were

be revealing my identity today anyway. Besides, I have on make-up, people won't recognize me just yet. Let me do

in two years I'm

I'd take the private elevator straight to the floor I'm meant to be

the clothing store lobby. I don't miss the strange looks I'm getting from passers by and even when I step into the lobby, everyone seems to stop what

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

How could they?