THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

REAGAN'S POV.

"Alpha Reagan!" An anxious voice calls my name and the next second, my office door comes flying open and two men are rushing into my office and over to me with ipads in their hands as though they are being chased.

Kyle and Ronald.

The moment I see them and the state they are in, I immediately understand what has got them running into my office in such a frantic manner.

"Alpha Reagan." Ronald calls yet again and they both come to a halt in front of me, breathing hard.

"Yes. What is it?"

"Have you seen this?" Kyle asks, holding the screen of his iPad to my face and my thoughts are confirmed when I read the title of the article displayed on the lit ipad screen.

'THE LYCAN LUNA RETURNS.'

I nod.

"Yeah. It's the same article I was reading before you two barged in here like hooligans." Kyle drops the iPad on the table and plants both hands on his waist, still breathing fast. "Two years. Two good years we've been searching for her, but nothing! And all of a sudden this?' What in the banana cake is going on here?" He asks, greatly agitated and Ronald who doesn't seem to know what to do or say, starts pacing. Calmly, I rise from the chair I'm sitting on and go around the table to meet Kyle.

"Well..." My raspy voice croaks as I lean against the edge of the table, facing Kyle who's still standing in his akimbo posture and sighing in complete disbelief every now and then.

It's funny.

Both of their reactions to the

situation are funny. Kyle's

blabbering, Ronald's

tongue-tightedness and

unnecessary pacing... they are

totally

hilarious but I don't have it in me to

laugh at this moment because I'm thinking everything at once and I don't know what or how to feel about this situation.

You cannot imagine the shock I felt when this article suddenly popped on my screen as I was checking a few things online. Pictures of Ashanti plastered all over the inte. Pictures of her looking just amazing and write ups about her successful Fashion and Design Company.

She fucking owns Thread Treasure Creations. One of the fastest growing Fashion and Design Companies in this werewolf world.

I'm happy for her. I'm fucking proud of all that she has achieved, but a part of me weeps.

I weep for myself.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She wasn't bluffing when she told me didn't want to be with anymore two years ago. She was serious when she said she was going to leave me. She did and she successfully hid from me for two good years whilst building herself to become the successful woman she is today.

I asked the goddess for a mate and she gave me a fighter.

Nice one.

"Well what?" Kyle's impatient voice interrupts my thoughts and I stare at him again. The look on his face almost sends me in stitches. That's when I realize I did not complete my sentence. I shrug, cross my arms over my chest and then my right foot over the left to make myself more comfortable.

"We should be happy she's alive and doing pretty well for herself." I say carefully and the horrified expression on Kyle's face worsens. I nearly laugh.

"That's it? That's all you have to say? Alpha Reagan you just found you mate and all you have to say is you're happy she's alive and going well for herself? This is someone you've been searching for... we've all been searching for for two years now!"

"What would you have me do, Kyle?

me

Give out orders for men to storm the Blue Diamond pack, bundle her and bring her to me against her will?" ask with creased brows and the agitating man relaxes. His shoulders sag His face falls and one hand

leaves his waist and scratches the back of his head.