The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Why do these judges look so serious?" Ryan, who's sitting by my side, whispers in my ears and I give him a curious stare.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he's still whispering. "Just take a look at their dead pan looks and listen to how stiff their voices sound. They need not be so serious!"

"They are the judges for the competition, Ryan. Those people you see seated on that high table are tasked with choosing the next fashion King. You don't expect them to sit there and open their teeth with us."

"Even so!"

"Shut up, Ryan. If you're going to keep complaining about how the judges look, I won't bring you along for these meetings next time." I threaten and he seals his lips and looks ahead.

We're in a banquet hall that has been turned into a fashion and design hall and now we are receiving welcome speeches from the judges in charge and tobe honest, I'm bored out of my mind. I left home this morning with high spirits, hoping we'd start some real competition today, but we're here, listening to some men talking and it's annoying.

"The competition starts tomorrow." The judge on the stage continues. "As you can already see, this hall will be your workshop from now on. Your work spaces have been allocated, you can walk around and locate your spots and also take some time to go around the hall and why not the entire building so you can be versed with it. This will be your home for the next six months. Once more, I wish you all luck in this competition. May the best designer win!"

A round of applause explodes throughout the room as the judges rise and leave the high table. Murmurs break out as the various competitors start greeting each other again.

now?" A very impatient Ryan asks by

go around and greet the others

they see us

rising

need some air." He turns and

going

behind. My mouth drops

Leonard Kirk.

on my way into the restaurant the other

The current fashion King.

call, shocked to the

my cheeks flush. He looks so handsome and smells

in agreement. There's no way I can start telling

tried reaching your cell phone all

me like a bolt

off all day because my mum kept calling. That's