The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Why did you suddenly get so eager to get into the car?" Asks Reagan as he straps on his seatbelt. I nearly roll my eyes at him. "I know it isn't because of what I said."

"Are you blind? Didn't you see the amount of people who were already giving us weird looks? Some even stopped in their tracks to watch our banter."

"And is that a bad thing?" I lean against the chair and shoot him a fierce glare.

"Are you seriously asking me that question right now?" My voice is a tone higher than it should be. The driver sitting in front, who has no interest in our banter, ignites the car engine and starts pulling out of the driveway. I'm still glaring at Alpha Reagan like he's lost his mind, while he's smiling.

He's fucking smiling as though there was anything funny in what I said.

"Nothing is funny. I don't see what's making you smile."

"This..." He points his index finger at my face and starts circling it before me. "All this drama you're creating right now is funny. And cute."

My face goes dark with a frown. I huff and fold my arms over my breast, my piercing gaze never leaving his face. He suddenly burst into a light chuckle as if my piercing gaze is caressing him instead. It's so annoying.

you bring me

at all! Why would

it feels like

around it. My gaze, which

eyes are staring into the depth of my blue ones, searching for what I do not know. I can feel the intensity of his stare in my bones and I'm so shaken that my zeal to put up a fight with him evaporates from my body

voice sounds my name again. He calls it like he means it... like there's no other word in the

see you when I please, talk to you..." He lifts my hand to his lips and leaves a gentle kiss on the back of

"Not long from

I shake mine.

what. I don't want us to dive deeper into that right now." I calmly withdraw my hand from his hold and place it on my lap. It's not something I want to do. I mean, I miss him as well and I like it when he touches me like this, but there's a point I need to prove

want to, I

What vindicates me from the awkward stretch of silence that would have followed that reaction is the buzzing sound of my phone in my handbag. I quickly fetch it out to see who's calling and my teeth sink into my bottom lip when I see that

without

Damn it!