The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Ryan, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" I ask Ryan when I step out of the bathroom after freshening up. He's standing by my door with a perplexed look on his face.

"Did Alpha Reagan say anything about sending servants over?"

"No." My brows crease.

"Did you hire a chef already?"

"Uh... no. Why am I undergoing an interrogation from you at seven am in the morning?" I ask, frowning. He points at the closed door behind him.

"There's a girl cooking in our kitchen downstairs."

"What girl?"

"I do not know, that's why I was asking you those questions. She's not wearing a maid's uniform, neither is she wearing the white cloaks chefs always put on. She has on regular clothes and she's cooking in our kitchen."

My silly attempt to hold in my laughter fails woefully! I throw my head back as the fat laughter bubble in my throat tears out of my lips and my entire frame shakes as my loud voice fills the entire room. Ryan doesn't look amused at all.

as he poses that question. A few drops of tears leak down out of my eyes as

the laughter by pressing my lips in a thin line and holding my palms against my mouth, but the next magma of laughter boiling in my chest is

being so helpful." I rush over to him and hold his hand so he doesn't

my nerves and my shaky body. "It's

I even

dragging a white cloak around the kitchen as she cooks. I purse my lips tight and look up at the ceiling as I try to control and prevent myself from bursting into

idiot. A very big

I look back at him and breathe out shakily. "And I'm sorry. About the girl,

it's

still

"Yes."

"You found some random girl cooking in our kitchen and you didn't confront her, you just left her

us food with poison and force us both to eat it, or worse still hypnotise us into eating the poisoned food. Ryan, I have a lot of enemies in this

got to be kidding

got to see this girl. She's hot! And she has this bad girl vibe going on... I'll take her number

look. "And you better not be lying!" I start marching along the hallway and he follows me, still dishing out compliments about the girl cooking in the kitchen. My anxiety levels peak with each step intake towards the staircase that