The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0430

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Did you have a great time?" Leonard asks as we both make our way towards the main entrance door of the Mansion. I look up at him and smile as I nod my head. Despite everything, these past four hours I spent with him have been nothing short of fun. From taking a stroll along pavements illuminated by street lights, to eating street food, playing games to win toys (We didn't win any. Turns out we both sucked at playing games) and him making me howl with laughter with his witty jokes and not-so-cool comments about people's outfits. His toxic trait is judging people's sense of fashion. He cannot stand anyone who doesn't know how to combine clothes and color patterns to create a good outfit.

"What if you are mated to a girl with no fashion sense?" My question had made him twist his face in disgust as though I had asked him to look at someone's vomit.

"She would have to learn."

"What if she doesn't want to?" I had pursued.

"She would not have a choice on the matter."

"That's you being a dictator and a cruel superior, not a mate and that's toxic!"

"Ashanti, stop giving the moon goddess ideas. Drop this topic already."

me howl for

through again, dragging my thoughts from the past and reeling me back to the present. That's when I notice we are both standing right by the

Leonard. Words cannot describe how much I'm grateful to you for taking me

weekend, but I know Alpha Reagan already has a grave dug and ready to have me buried in it if I try to take you out again anytime soon." I am

I'm able to stop myself from laughing. "We can't do this

few weeks before

"Yeah."

in now

And

"Yes, Ma'am." He says,

hear his footsteps start to retreat when I unlock the door by typing the passcode and step into the house. As I shrug off my blazer, the familiar scent

room fills my ears and terror rakes its claws down my spine when I look over and see Alpha Reagan rising

What the hell!

Reagan." My voice is less than a whisper, laced with