The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

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?"

a club?" He asks carelessly, not even bothering to

quickly push it down my throat and stare at

at least keep your voice down?" My eyes keep flicking around to see if anyone is looking at us weirdly. "You and I know what happened

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 stares is because they don't have the heart to look in the Lycan King's way. "I don't like that you were entertaining another man in

Ryan returns. His eyes nearly fall off their sockets when he sees Alpha Reagan in his seat. "Ashanti. I leave you for five minutes and you invite the Lycan King to a

"Shut up, Ryan."

Alpha Reagan asks, giving Ryan a very stern

of your business." I step down from the stool

bows to the Lycan King seated before

in person." He introduces himself. Alpha Reagan looks at me and I roll my eyes so hard, they nearly get stuck at the

the men in my life so difficult to deal

and Ryan

wait for you in

"You can

you will not!" I turn to Ryan.

King's orders?" He asks with creased brows. I pause. "Besides, you're