The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

It's another competition day and I'm trying to hold my organs from falling out of my body. The first session went smoothly. I came second best after the almighty Leonard and that really boosted my confidence, but after hearing one of the judges call a design an eyesore, my confidence plummeted.

I never want to be in a position where any of my designs will be labeled an eyesore. That would destroy me.

"You look confident today." Ryan remarks as we make our way into the hall. I shoot him a brief glance and a small despite my raging nerves.

"You think?"

"The aura of confidence hovering around you is palpable. It makes me happy to see you like this."

"Why? Thank you. Aren't you just the sweetest?"

"I know. You cannot do without me." He brags and before I can say anything to object to his statement, he hastens his steps to get farther away from me.

Typical Ryan!

"Look who has arrived." A voice speaks from the front. I look ahead and notice the three girls, who seem to abnor my existence in this competition, walking towards me with smirks plastered on their faces. I stop in my tracks and wait for them to approach me.

them stop before me and cross their arms over chests. The blonde haired girl is raking her eyes all over body as if searching for something. The brunette girl staring right into my eyes like she is trying to fish out a secret from

on my body. Everywhere I go, I have to deal with a group of

screaming for me to do the exact opposite. What I really want to do right now is beat them up mercilessly and get them out of my

Disqualification.

satisfaction of getting me disqualified from this

your rank during

to feel happy when I emerge victorious

"Is that what you tell yourself? You really think you did

for ranking a mediocre

that position is because

with raised brows, looking from one girl to another. "So what if I'm mated

has pulled strings for me in this competition, but they

it up is nothing but a suicide mission. They know better than

beach wear designs were atrocious! You and your entire team did not deserve second position. There were others who did better than

to recall their

eyesore by Mr. James? You've got to be kidding me!" My eyes never leave her face as I smile at her. She quickly looks away from me, frowning like an angry bear and balling her hands into fists by her

lose some of her body parts from the trashing I'll give her in

the competition, I guarantee you that you'll be going home with more tears today. Now, If you'd excuse me, I need to