THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

Chapter 0391

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Come in." I call out when a knock sounds on my room door. Immediately, the door is pushed open, revealing Ryan who pokes his head in and looks around for a while before stepping into the room. I furrow my brows upon seeing the outfit he has on.

A red T-shirt and black jacket over a pair on black jeans. Black pair of converse on his feet and a black cap. He's swinging a bunch of keys in his hand among which is a car key.

He's going out.

"You've been going out a lot these days." I rise from my bed and walk closer to him.

"Yep. I made some friends and today is a special day because my friends from the Blue Diamond Pack are coming over. They'll be spending the night over here."

"Ah... I see."

"Yeah."

"Won't you at least eat dinner before you leave. The table should be set by now."

"Nah. My guys and I will eat out. However, please tell the chef more people will be joining us for breakfast tomorrow morning." "Yes Sir!"

"Thank you." He steps closer and plants a gentle peck on my cheek. "You're the best big sister in the world."

"Drive safely." I call out once he's at the door.

"I will."

"And don't get drunk!" I say, following him out of the bedroom.

"I can't promise you that!" He's already in the hallway, walking towards the staircase.

If our mother finds out about this, she's going to kill me. Now I understand why he insisted on tagging along with me. He wanted some freedom. "Take care!" I shout out and his response is quickened footsteps down the staircase. I chuckle lightly and go back into my bedroom. He has no idea how adorable he could be sometimes. The fixed phone on my nightstand starts ringing and I hurry over to it to take the call. "Hello." I greet after pressing the phone against my ear.

"Miss Ashanti, dinner has been served."

"Thank you Grace. I'll be right there."

"Okay Miss. You also have a guest."

"A guest?" I ask, surprised.

"Yes."

"Who is it?"

"They said not to tell."

"Okay. I'll be right there." I place the phone on the receiver and stare blankly at the wall in front of me, trying to guess who the guest might be.

It can't be Tessa. She'd never ask the maid to keep her identity a Secret. Heck she won't even let them call me to announce her presence. She'll find her way into this bedroom and announce her presence herself.

That leaves me with two people.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Leonard and Alpha Reagan.

Sighing heavily, I walk out of my bedroom and head downstairs to see who it is. I'm not even surprised at all when I see Alpha Reagan waiting for me at the foot of the

el.n

staircase, but something about him

gets me worried.

The sorrowful expression on his face. The pained look in his eyes. His overall fatigued state.

Something is wrong.

"Alpha Reagan." My voice is a low whisper. Like always, my heart beats increase their pace and draw closer to him. He looks so sad, I feel like pulling him into a hug.

"Ashanti."

"What... what are you doing here at this time?"

"It's only eight pm, Ash. Eight pm is not a bad time to pay someone a visit." He says in the most depressing tone I've ever heard him speak in.

I want to tell him he's wrong. That eight pm is in fact, not a good time to pay someone a surprise visit, but his devastated expression stops me. "You don't look okay."

"That's because I'm not okay." He gives me that sorrowful look that makes my bones dissolve in my body.

I shouldn't care.

Whatever hard time he's facing right

now isn't my problem. I should

ignore him and go eat my dinner and then go to bed, but the goddess knows my heart will not let me do that. So, like the stupid, emotional girl am, I inch closer to him, wiping the frown on my face and replacing it with a melancholic expression that matches his mood.

"What happened?"

“Can we talk?” His voice is thick with pain. It makes my heart ache. “Somewhere private.”

"Okay." I answer, despite the

revolution going with my intestines

in my stomach. I'm very hungry, but I

guess food can wait. This man looks like he's going to burst into tears if I don't hear what he wants to say.

I lead him up the staircase, into the living room on the second floor. I can only hope and pray that whatever has put him in this mood has got nothing to do with me.