THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 259

ASHANTI'S POV.

My heart is in my throat as we walk along the familiar hallway that leads to Alpha Reagan's bedroom. This is a route I've taken over a thousand times and each time, I was either excuted or nervous, but never have I been scared like I am now. My urge to turn around and run away has peaked, but when I think about how easy it was for him to catch up with me when I tried to run away this morning, I shake off the urge and focus on walking ahead. When we get to the room door, he holds it open and looks at me.

“Ladies first.” There's a smile on his lips that I find very creepy. I swallow hard and step into the bedroom. Nostalgia hits me hard. My eyes ogle around as though it's my first time stepping inside. Everything looks the same as it was the last time I was in here and I hate that I miss being in here. “I'm sure you miss it.” Reagan reads my mind as he steps in front of me.

“Why did you bring me here?” My voice is tight with nervousness. My heart leaps out of my chest when he comes closer.

God, his smell.

My self restraint. It nearly flies out again, but I'm quick to grab it by its tip before I lose it again. I cannot afford to lose control in here.

I am angry with this man. He has hurt me. Disappointed me. Betrayed me. Fooled me. I am not aloud to feel anything nice for him. His presence should appal me.

“You keep trying to hide it, but the look in your eyes does nothing but sell you out. You miss me.” I swallow hard again. “Baby…” His gruff voice calls as heleans in closer. Out breaths mix with each other and my brain is filled with only the scent of him. His face goes past mind and my knees buckle when I feel his lips brush against the nape of neck. A leaves a gentle kiss on it that nearly makes me moan.

I want to step away from this torturing closeness but my muscles are tool weak and my bones have dissolved. I have no energy left in me. My eyes shut close, a ragged breath leaves memy chest when his bring his hand to my face and gently caress it with his fingers.

“Reagan…” I croak, shaking my head in his hand. “Please stop. I don't want this.” I beg and he looks at me in awe. His eyes hovering all over my face.