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."

had made me howl for the umpteenth

my thoughts from the past and reeling me back to the present. That's

Words cannot describe how much I'm grateful to you for taking me out tonight. I really

I'd say let's do this every 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 giggling by the time he finishes his statement. When they said do not judge a book by its cover, they were referring to Leonard. From his demeanor, one would judge him to be an uncompromising and aloof

say once I'm able to stop myself from laughing.

wait a few weeks before doing

"Yeah."

should go in now and get some

okay? And text me when you get

"Yes, Ma'am." He says,

salute that makes me laugh out loud yet again. I give him a light 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

and terror rakes its claws down my spine when I look over and see Alpha Reagan

What the hell!

whisper, laced with