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.

say something funny?" He's frowning as he poses that question. A few drops of tears leak down out of my eyes as I stare at him, still

I wheeze. "I... I... I'm so sorry, I just..." I try to 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 first and it erupts out of my mouth, forcing my

in the air in irritation. "Thank you for being so helpful." I rush over to him and hold his hand so he doesn't walk out of

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

even say that was

my 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

are an idiot.

out shakily. "And I'm sorry. About

as it's

she still

"Yes."

all the laughter has gone back into my stomach and my entire body is alarmed. "You found some

the poisoned food. Ryan, I have a lot of enemies in this

got to

she has this bad girl vibe going on... I'll take her number

at him while wearing a serious 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