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!

live my life the way I wanted and I chose to take up fashion and design. With the the help of my mother and Michael and 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

a few people have even claimed to be me, but have been exposed. I work

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 the public. "This way, Miss." One of the guards I left home with says he starts leading the way in

myself." The three guards give me shocked gazes and

we were

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 way to make my grand entrance into the

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

underground parking lot where I'd take the private elevator straight to the floor I'm

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

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.

How could they?