The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the founder and chief designer of Thread Treasure Creations, Ashanti Anderson." Mother announces proudly as I make way into the spacious conference room with the brightest, yet most nervous smile planted on my face.

I don't know why I'm so nervous, but God, I'm nervous.

All eyes are on me as I make my way to the empty head seat at the other end of the table with legs that feel like jelly. When I get there, I stay standing and as I take inventory of the room, I notice that most of them seem terrified to see me and I quite understand the reason for that.

They have recognized me.

"Oh my Goodness!" A woman, who can't hold it in anymore exclaims with a loud gasp, her hands cupping her mouth to probably prevent the scream in her chest from flying out. They all exchange confused looks while others stare intensely at my mother who keeps smiling and nodding at them.

"Isn't she Ashanti?" A man questions. "Alpha Reagan's true mate who disappeared to years ago?" He asks aghast and I give him a small nod that makes his brain explode in his mind.

"What in the seven hells is going on here?" Another terrified looking man chimes in. "You mean to tell me Ashanti here has been the one creating all those hit designs? She's the chief Designer we've all been longing to meet?" There's a look of complete disbelief on his face.

If I were butter, I would have melted under the heated gazes they are all shooting my way at this moment.

"I won't go into the details of why I made the decision to stay hidden and anonymous these past years. It's not important. Also, I know the moment this information leaves this room, the entire werewolf world is going to

woman and she's smiling so brightly. "Don't you get it? You are the Lycan King's mate. You are the Lycan Luna of this world. The moment Alpha Reagan knows your whereabouts, he will come

the one to worry about and handle that issue when it comes knocking. For now..." I gently pull out the chair and sit down, hyper aware of the intense gazes I'm

be flabbergasted as well if I were in their shoes and this kind of revelation was done. What I'm happy about is the fact that they do not

I love it.

that it has been a pleasure working for you this entire time. You all have been amazing and the Designers have some great talent too. It's with your talent, dedication and hardwork that TTC has reached this height and I hope that this revelation doesn't change anything. We are all colleagues and my greatest wish

with my speech, they are all nodding their heads in approval and the impressed looks I see on some of their

didn't expect this to go so well. I've been so used to people rejecting me. Both at my father's and Alpha Reagan's pack, all

It feels surreal.

about the others, but seeing you now has only further fueled my determination to work harder in this company." Tears burn at the back of my eyelids as I listen to the woman say all those sweet words

for TTC to soar to this great level. From now on, there will be no anonymity and I'll be here on a daily basis, just like you all so we can

look forward to working with

Miss Anderson.

as that, but it didn't hit as

addressed as such. It's always just been Ashanti or some swear word used by

me feel like I have an identity. Like I am