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!

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 pack. I'm the Chief Designer of the company while my mother is the CEO. However, only a few key designers who signed

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

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,

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

we were

need, Luke. I'll be 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

be the first time in two years

underground parking lot where I'd

getting from passers by and even when I step into the lobby, everyone seems to

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

How could they?