The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

"Oh my God!" I whisper with a shaky voice. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"You have to be careful, Ash. I experienced something similar the tear I won Fashion King. A group of make and female designers ganged up against me and swore to get me disqualified from the competition. They messed up with my equipment, tried to implicate me during competitions. I almost got disqualified, but the Moon goddess saved me because she knew I was innocent. As it is now, people see you as a threat and they'll do anything to send you packing in order to increase their chances of winning."

"Why's that? Why do they even do that? This is just a competition? They are all good designers, why can't they just compete fairly?"

"I've asked myself the same question many times, but I've still gotten no response. It makes no sense to me why someone would ruin another person's chance of winning just to create a chance for his or herself. It's lame, but what can we do?" He asked shrugging and I let out a tired sigh.

From now on, I won't just be anxious about the competition, but also about people who will try to get me disqualified.

Just great!

"Thank you very much for the heads up, Leonard. I'll watch my back more carefully from now on."

"You should." He says and throws another look at the door behind him and I cannot take it anymore.

"I noticed you keep looking at the door. Are you expecting anyone?" His pupils dilate. He looks surprised by my observation.

"Uh... yes. I am."

"Who are you expecting?"

"Alpha Reagan."

name jars in my

I ask again to be sure I heard

Reagan." He repeats the name and my stupid heart starts doing

sound of his name excites me, but the fact that he's going to

I don't understand. Why will be

to say is that, I feel like Alpha Reagan will burst in anytime and take you away... you

my head, down to my face and entire body, soaking me to my underwear. I cover my face with my palms in embarrassment. Alpha Reagan will be the end

so sorry, Leonard." I apologise fervently as I drop my hands from my face and look

it makes me feel even more guilty. "I

downright disrespectful to you and it's irritating. He's such

a man in love and he's only

his?" I can feel annoyance making it's way to the forefront of my consciousness. "I'm not some property or title he's trying to keep. By the way he can't keep what he didn't have in the first place." "Ash, you know what I mean." I stop fuming and