ASHANTI'S POV.

My heart sinks into my stomach when I hear Reagan's car zoom out of the premises. I hate starting a fight with him, but with his recent behavior, I couldn't help it. It's annoying when he acts so possessive of me, but can't decide if he wants to end up with me or his ex-mate who's living under his roof. Until he makes a clear, concise decision, I'm not going to relent my efforts in giving him hard times like this.

Two can play this game.

I let out a small huff as I turn to go into the house. My phone starts buzzing in my handbag and I quickly fish it out. Cold sweat breaks across my skin when I see my mother's phone call. Ryan told me she was going to come over this weekend because she found out I was having a hard time with the competition.

God, I love my mother to bits, but I hope she's not calling to tell me she's on her or has arrived and wants me to come and pick her up somewhere around this pack. I'm already having a hard time dealing with Alpha Reagan, I don't want to add her to the equation. "Hello mum." I answer calmly once I press the phone on my ear.

"Ashanti, sweetheart. How are you doing?" Her caring, motherly voice comes through and it makes me smile even though I don't want to.

fine, thank you." I say, resuming my journey towards the main entrance

that impression when I called earlier. He told us you

huff out a tight breath as I

I

Ryan might have exaggerated a little about

type to raise a false alarm. If he

it's nothing

and let out a heavy sigh of

silence means he is

cool down. To gather my bearings. Mum is waiting patiently at the end for me to calm、 down myself and ride on. "Alright e mum. You win. Both you and Ryan have won." I simply give up. fighting this issue with her will lead me to a dead end. "It's true that I' been going through a

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