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.

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

control 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 stronger than the

for being so helpful."

in three deep breaths to calm my nerves and my shaky body. "It's over.

the hell did I even say that was

ribs by making me imagine a sixty-year old woman 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 another

an idiot. A very big

at him and breathe out shakily. "And I'm

long as it's not a stupid

she still

"Yes."

gone back into my stomach and my entire body is alarmed. "You found some random girl cooking in our kitchen

sent to cook 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 pack." "Trust me, she's not here to do that. She looks too pretty and hot to be a killer." I fold my arms over my breasts and

to be kidding

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

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