THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Back at the club you said there's something important you wanted to discuss with me, but you've done nothing but stared at me throughout our ride here. Do you have any idea how creepy that is?" I ask once the car comes to halt in the driveway of the building premises. He simply chuckles while the driver and the guard seated in the passenger seat in front get out of the car, leaving us alone. That's when Alpha Reagan gives me a serious look. "I wanted us to have some privacy first." His low tune sends a low vibration through my ears that spreads to every corner of my body.

I love the way he sounds when he's in a chill mood. So soft, so calm, so loving.

I bite my lips to stop myself from smiling.

This is not the time for me to open my teeth. We are about to discuss something serious and my heart is beating so fast in my chest, I feel like I'll pass out soon.

"I see." Is all I manage after coming to terms with the fact that I'm such a drama queen. Because I'm too embarrassed to maintain eye contact with him, I tear my gaze from his and look out through my side of the window. The illuminated premises of the mansion I'll be staying in comes into view. I can see a few guards stationed at various corners of the building and that confuses me.

“Guards?" I ask, turning to face him. His right brow rises as he gives some sort of a confused look.

"What about them?"

"I can see guards around the premises. Why's that?"

"Oh..." He exclaims lightly, adjusting on his seat. "They are here to makes sure nothing goes wrong around here." He explains. I scoff. Shake my head. Give him the "Are-you-fucking-kidding-me" look and shockingly he nods. "Yes."

"No." I contradict, frowning like an angry bear. "It's already enough that you had to make me move in here instead of the regular apartment prepared for the contestants. I cannot let you keep guards around the premises like my life was in danger. I cannot allow that. I do not need guards."

"But you..."

"Alpha Reagan..." I start to raise my voice but réalisation slaps me in the face like a glass of ice cold water, making me freeze for a moment. I purse my lips, take in slow, deep breaths to steady to my raging heart beats and calm my temper.

I've been here with him before.

No matter how much I scream, he's only going to do what wants to do He Always gets his way. This is one of the reasons why I never want to back with him again.

"Fine.” His gentle voice interrupts my thoughts. I shoot his a confused look.

"What?"

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"I said fine. Since you do not like the idea of having guards around the premises, will instruct them to retreat. Your wish has been granted." He brings his face closer to mine and tilts his head slightly to the side as he asks; "Happy now?"

I slightly back away from him, staring deep into eyes with my mine spinning as I try to understand what just happened.

Did Alpha Reagan just accept to do something I asked him to do? Or am I hearing things.

"Aren't you going to say something?" He asks after a long moment of silence. I snap out of my reverie and clear my throat.

“Oh... that. Yeah. I'm just..." I stutter. Swallow dryly. Breathe hard. "I'm just happy... I mean thank you for understanding. Thank you very much."

“You are welcome.” He flashes meNôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

that sweet, dimpled smile of his that never fails to make my heart skip multiple beats. I look back out of the window and see that the guards are indeed retreating from the premises. I whip my head back in his direction and stare at him as though he has grown two heads.

This is odd.

This is different.

This is amazing.

"What? You didn't think I was going to do it?" His brows are furrowed and he's giving me a lopsided smile.

"It still doesn't change the fact that this all of this was uncalled for. I was okay with the apartments they prepared for us."