The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

"Why do I feel like you've been following me?" His answer is a smile. He then takes a sip of his drink and trains his eyes on me, but still doesn't say anything. "Have you?" I try to follow up.

"What does it matter?"

That's his way of saying yes, he has been following me.

"That's just wrong and weird and... creepy. Who does that?"

"I do!"

"Since when?"

"You don't wanna know." Another small sip of his drink. "I'm just trying to make sure you are safe." His voice is noticeably gentler.

"I am safe!"

"You don't know that." He argues, still keeping a very fluid tone. I close my eyes, suck in a deep breath, exhale heavily before snapping them open again. My brain cells are dividing in my head. This conversation is draining the energy from my bones and I hate the fluttering sensation I feel in my stomach.

He has done nothing but annoy me since he showed up here, but a part of me likes the fact that he's here with me. It even dares to feel excited. Those stupid butterflies in my stomach won't stay calm and no matter how much I pluck the flower petals that keep blooming in my chest, they keep growing out.

I hate that I like this time we are spending together.

I still

are you

here to drink, not to talk or argue with you.

buy you

"This one's enough!"

were two years ago." That statement makes me laugh.

raise my brows at him. "I was feisty two years ago. I was weak

he sets the glass on

you?" He asks when

"Didn't you?"

where this conversation is

and step down from the stool again,

There's something important you have

hear it." I demur,

begging you.

Reagan doesn't insist on something unless it's very

left me in a very sour mood, but I know I won't get any sleep tonight or get any work done tomorrow or hell... live my life as I should if I don't listen to what he wants to say to me. "Fine." I finally agree, praying in my heart that I don't look

car it