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!

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 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 iron-clad NDAs in

claimed to be me, but have been exposed. I work

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

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

Ma'am.. we were

yet. Let me do this. Please." They all reluctantly nod their heads and step

the first time in two years I'm using

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

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

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

How could they?