The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"I wish they provided us with private workspaces. Working in the midst of all these designers will give me anxiety." One of my colleagues, Kelly, cries as we inspect our allocated working space.

"You know they can't do that. We need to work in an environment where we can be inspected in order to ensure that no one is cheating." Another colleague replies and she lets out a frustrated groan. I share her frustration, but we have no choice.

"Yeah yeah. That's the kind of pressure I don't like."

"Well... you don't have a choice but to work under the pressure." Kelly sighs heavily and rides on with packing stuff into our lockers.

Some guys are setting up the machines, others are transferring the fabrics into our allocated lockers and a few of us are packing stuff in our various cubicles.

The atmosphere is rowdy as other designers are engaged in similar activities at various corners of the room. This is where we'll be creating and displaying our designs when the competition begins.

We spend the next hours parking and sorting and organising stuff. By two pm, we are one of the only groups left in the hall.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted and need to go home now." I say, picking up my bag from a nearby cubicle and slinging around my left arm. "See you all tomorrow."

"Be safe."

"Thank you."

I turn and start heading out of the hall with the sound of my heels not failing to announce my departure as they collide with the floor below. Ryan is nowhere to be found. I guess I'm going to leave without him. He's going to cut my head off when he returns, but I'll deal with that later. For now, I have to get home first.

"Ashanti."

at

That voice.

make my heart beat faster than normal. It belongs to no one else but my

in my chest. Even though I'm excited to

good at

before me. He's still smiling and it's getting me upset because I cannot do

to see

"Why?"

I miss you. I've been here for some time now, but I know you were busy there, that's why

stop coming here." I say, walking past him. Two steps later, he's by my side and we are walking to a destination

are they talking about?" I stop. Suck in a deep breath. Let out a deep sigh before turning to face him again with a frustrated

this competition because

me their names and I'll

escalate this whole issue.

to your house, you won't

you blame me for

He goes mute.

quiet seconds fly by before we meet each other's gaze

drive you home." He