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.

Ryan asks by side.

have to go around and greet the

they see

call strenly, rising to my feet. "Not

ahead and do all the greetings, I need some air." He turns and starts walking towards the door before

never going

familiar voice calls from behind. My mouth drops to the floor when I see who

Leonard Kirk.

on my way into the restaurant

The current fashion King.

call, shocked to

His formal tone makes my cheeks flush. He looks so handsome and

head in agreement. There's no way I can start telling him about my problems with Alpha Reagan. "Well... I

I tried reaching your cell phone all day yesterday

strikes me like a bolt

my mum kept calling. That's why your calls