ASHANTI'S POV.

"Alpha Reagan!" I call when my voice finally returns. He ignores me and looks at the man who's now on his feet.

"Do I have to tell you what to do?" His voice is deep and gruff when he asks that question. The terrified man's forehead nearly touches the ground when he bows his head.

"No, my Lord. I'm sorry, My Lord." He apologizes and scampers away, trembling.

I turn back to the Alpha Reagan who's frowning like an angry bear. My eyes narrow into a tight glare.

"Was that even necessary?" I try and fail to keep the annoyance out of my voice. Without saying a word, he comes over and takes the seat the man just vacated. His expression is as hard as granite. "What are you doing here?" He asks grimly, his voice filled with dark undertones.

"What are you doing here?" I return his question. He shoots me an affronted look. My blood ices over.

"I asked you first."

"What does it matter?"

strange man in a club?" He asks

my mouth. I quickly push it down my throat and stare at him with dilated pupils, flushed

keep flicking around to see if anyone is looking at us weirdly. "You and I know

don't like the joke." He fires yet again, not attempting to keep his voice low even after the warning I just gave. The others can hear us. The only reason why they aren't giving us weird

to leave." I set my glass down and just then, Ryan returns. His eyes nearly fall

"Shut up, Ryan."

giving Ryan

from the stool and look

ignores me and bows to the Lycan

himself. Alpha

in my

Ryan." He says and Ryan

for you in

don't have to." That's Alpha Reagan. "You can go. I'll

not!" I turn to Ryan.

asks with creased brows. I pause. "Besides, you're safe

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