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."

made me howl for the

dragging my thoughts from the past and reeling me back to the

a wonderful time, Leonard. Words cannot describe how much I'm grateful to

to take you out again anytime soon." I am giggling by the time he finishes his statement. When they said do not judge a book by its

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

a few weeks before doing

"Yeah."

should go in now and

You drive safely, okay? And

"Yes, Ma'am." He says,

punch on his right arm and turn to the door. only 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 of my home envelopes me in its warm embrace, making me smile as I draw in a deep breath with my eyes closed. I can't wait to go upstairs, shower and fall on my

A low, gravelly voice from the living room fills my ears and terror rakes its claws down my

What the hell!

a whisper, laced with horror and shock.