The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

REAGAN'S POV.

I ask and watch all the color drain from her face as her brain interprets the question in her head. Her serious expression stretches into a mask of terror. She sucks in a deep breath and tries to look away from me, but I hold her gaze in mine, never letting go.

I'm not going to give her the chance to look away and cook up a lie to tell me.

She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out of it. I watch her throat bubble as she swallows dryly and her entire body grows tense.

I had a tiny shred of hope that all what I heard from Kyle was false, but after seeing her react to the question in this manner, I am fully convinced that she lied.

"I... I uh..." She stutters, her voice shaky. "I didn't."

"And you're still lying to me." I look away from her and laugh lightly before staring back. "You had a boyfriend whom you'd been dating since you were fifteen years old. Three years prior to us finding each other Is that true or false?"

"Alpha Reagan, what are you talking about?" She asks in a suffocated whisper.

"Are you trying to feign innocence?"

"No... I'm just..."

"Then answer the question. Honestly."

stops and lets out

lie when I asked about it

me if

turn glassy with tears. Her chest is rising and falling heavily as she lets out short, shallow breaths. Her

sobs quietly as her tears spill down her cheeks. Every sobbing sound that leaves her

being a victim

"

only lied because I

"Really?"

swear!" She

mate. You were cheating on me with him." I spill out in fury and she recoils in horror. Her eyes grow wide in shock as she looks at me.

shaking

know that Zach's uncle is Logan Wright. The Alpha who ambushed us five years ago. The ambush that led to your alleged death." I take two steps closer to her. "All of this discovery has me wondering and asking myself questions." She leaps back when I get to close. "Selena, were

comes out of your mouth. Were you abducted like you claim? Did your kidnapper always hide his face? Were you locked up and tortured in a room for five years?

and splintering into tear drops and I don't feel sorry for her. Not one bit. Without saying a word, I place my index finger underneath her chin and gently raise her tear-drenched face so she can look at me again. Her crimson eyes are glistering with tears and she's

truth." I urge

whose face I never saw. I was locked

confusion strikes in