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.

haired girl is raking her eyes all over

Everywhere I go, I have to deal

calmly, carefully even though my mind is 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 way,

Disqualification.

me disqualified from this competition. They

your rank during the first round of the competition. You came second. That's

to feel happy when I emerge victorious during

that what you

you calling the judges lame and incompetent for ranking a mediocre design second position out

that position is because of your connection

looking from one girl to another. "So what if I'm mated to the Lycan King?" I ask

Alpha Reagan has pulled strings for me in this competition, but they don't have the audacity to voice it out because they

the Alpha without concrete evidence to back it up is nothing but a suicide mission. They know better than to embark on such

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

seem to recall

I chuckle lightly. "You whose design was labeled an 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, she'd lose some of her body parts from the trashing I'll give

things and focus on improving your designing skills during this round of the competition, I guarantee you that you'll be going