THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

ASHANTI'S POV.

I should have left yesterday.

I should have run away the moment I set foot out of this building after Alina told me about her pregnancy. Instead I chose to drown myself in anger and agony which led me to a stupid, stupid decision of going to the training arena for practice instead of running away from this pack and never stopping until I got to the pack where my mother resides. I would've been far from all this chaos by now. I wouldn't be locked up in some miserable penthouse and guarded heavily like I was some criminal. Things have finally gotten out of hand.

Ever since Alpha Reagan walked out of this living room, I have been bawling my eyes out and right now my eyes are red and puffy and my entire body feels numb.

Everything is messed up. The relationship is over. I am now a prisoner in my mate's house.

My mate.

Thick, searing pain tugs at my heartstrings when I recall the fact that we are mates. I fight the urge to start crying all over again. He knew from the very first we met each other. He knew we were mates but chose to be awfully silent about it. He let all those bad things happen to me when he could protect me by simply claiming me as his as he should. He didn't do that. He waited till a mighty problem hit us before he had to admit the fact that we are mated to each other. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

God, I want to hate him.

I want to hate him so much that the sight of him would disgust me and make me do nothing but fight him, but that's impossible.

He's my fated mate. We are bound to each other by fate. There's no way I could hate him even if I tried.

However, that doesn't mean I'm going to stay. I'd rather leave this place and live the rest of my life with a broken heart. With the pain of being without my mate than stay with him after everything he has done for me.

I'm going to leave!

My heart leaps in my chest when I hear the door beeping, meaning someone is typing in the code to get in. I quickly rise to my feet with a pounding heart, waiting patiently for who it is to come and praying that person is Alpha Reagan. But my hopes are shattered when the door opens and a woman, dressed in servant uniform joins me in the living room. My shoulders sag in dismay and I nearly roll my eyes at her.

“Good morning, Ashanti.” She greets me quietly and all I offer in return is a nod. She's by many inches shorter than me, with a petite frame. She's not elderly, but doesn't look too young either and she's looking at me as though being here with me is the last place she wants to be.

It's a good thing the feeling is mutual.

“Alpha Reagan has appointed me to be in charge of serving you whilst you're here. I'll serve your meals and provide you with any other thing you need. All you have to do is say the word and it'll be done.”

“Where's Reagan?” I asked with a croaky voice. The maid shrieks mildly from the shock of hearing me address the Lycan King by his name without honorifics, but I don't care because right now I'm not angry for manners.

I take a step towards her.

“Where is Reagan?” I repeat my question, my voice is a bit fiercer this time. “I need to see him right now.”

“Alpha Reagan already left for work. You're only going to see him again when he returns and comes here to check up on you. Your breakfast is being prepared. I’ll serve it to you the moment it's ready. See you soon.`` She turns and walks out of the room and I nearly scream the words “fuck you” behind her. When the door closes, I walk back to the sofa and plop on it, sighing heavily and fervently cursing both the maid and Alpha Reagan in my heart.

“Lena.” I call out my wolf who has been weeping at a corner as well.

The moment Alpha Reagan revealed the fact that he knew about our mate status all this time, she burst into tears because she couldn't take the pain. Reagan didn't only deprive the both us (me and him) from bonding as fated mates, he also derived Lena and his wolf from bonding as well. She had looked forward to that since the moment she was awaken, but Reagan has ruined everything for her.

“Leave me alone.” She cries out and I feel very sorry for her.

For both of us.

I'm going to leave. Nothing. No one can change my mind about that.