The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Thank you." I mumble to the guard who just opened the door for before stepping out of the car. Fresh air caresses my face as I look around the premises and I engage in a small fight with my flying hair strands before succeeding in tucking them behind my ears. It's Sunday afternoon and I cannot help but wonder why the organisers for the competition decided to call and impromptu meeting here at the banquet hall.

As usual, they are other competitors arriving while another's are already walking into the hall with their design crews.

If I go in there and find out we are here for a surprise competition phase, I would simply pass away.

Sweet goddess, I hope that's not the case. I'm not in the right mind to design anything right now. I was sleeping when they called!

"Let's go in." Says Ryan as he comes over to meet me. My other team members who just arrived are leading the way into the hall while Ryan and I follow them. In the hall, we go to our designated seats and sit down to wait for the committee to arrive.

"It doesn't look like there's going to be some surprise competition, so what's up?" Ryan asks curiously after a close examination of the hall.

"Maybe they have an important announcement to make." I say with a shrug.

Since I got in here, I've been listening closely to hear if anyone will gossip about me, but so far, no one has said a single word. It seems they are just as tense as I am with this sudden call and I'm happy about that. With everything going on in my life right now, false rumour is the last thing I want to deal with.

"There's an online forum, why couldn't they just pass the information in it?"

to be transmitted

and shakes his

yes. Why you acting like I forced you to come here?" He doesn't say a word. He wears a serious look and stares at me

eyes

Don't even

you are when you frown." Without saying another word, he plugs in his airpods and proceeds to ignore

He's not going to

full. The judges finally arrive and as usual, Mr. James, the chief judge, takes the podium. The entire hall falls silent as

"Goodday,

gentlemen." dominance. Content

calm

exude

in the

disturbing issue. A behaviour that was condemned at the very beginning of

and I'm about to combust, but luckily, he seizes his gaze from my face and focuses on the crowd. "On Monday, just before the competition for the day began, we were

seated here." He firmly accuses and that breaks the

with each other. My

A fellow contestant?