THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 270

ASHANTI'S POV.

The moment Alina's father ordered for the doors to be locked, I knew something was going to go wrong, but I didn't think it was going to be this serious. I'm being accused of poisoning and concrete evidence has been found on me. If Alina loses her baby, a murder charge will be added on my list and things will get uglier for me.

After everything I've been through, it was dumb of me not to have suspected Lizzy when she kept insisting I wore the dress she brought for me. I have an entire closet of clothes at Alpha Reagan's chambers yet she chose to bring hers and I didn't see anything wrong with it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Ashanti!

My body is cracking from the pain of sitting in this cold cell. My chest is heaving with sobs I can no longer suppress, all my hopes dissolving in my tears. Agony is ripping my skin to shreds. I close my eyes and place my head onto my knees. My throat is a tortured passage of thirst.

What have they not done to me in this pack?

I was dragged from my home and brought here to serve the men. A certain girl of power and influence felt threatened by me and did all she could to make my life miserable and she did a great job at that. I have been incriminated, ostracised and penalised for crimes I did not commit and now, if care is not taken, I will be killed for a murder I did not commit. Skin-cold sweat runs down my cheeks as I think of that.

It's over for me.

My heart leaps when I hear footsteps approaching my cell. I quickly lift my head from my knees and rise from my feet. I pray it's Alpha Reagan again, or Delta Kyle or Tessa or anyone who can assure me that everything is going to alright because right now, the only thing that can give me strength is those words of assurance. All my hopes are shattered when a warden shows up. He doesn't say a word to me, neither do I, to him. My heart is flapping wings against my chest as I watch him come closer to my cell door. His eyes are focused on my face and there's an unreadable expression on his face. I suddenly remember that I'm thirsty.

“Can I please have some water to drink? I'm quite thirsty.” My voice is low and croaky. The warden, who happens to be a young man, lifts his chin and creases his brow.

“You're thirsty?”

I could dry a waterfall right now.

I don't say that out loud. I simply nod my head.

“Yes, I am.”

He rakes his eyes from my head to my toes and back to my face.

“Then drink your own piss, murderer!” He fires sternly and I shake my head frantically.

“I didn't do it.” My eyes are flooding. I squeeze them shut, pry them open and shake my head again. “I swear it wasn't me. I would never dream of doing a thing like that!” I deny with all my might, heart and soul and the next thing I hear is the sound of keys jingling in his hand.

“Oh yeah?” There's a wicked frown on his face and I don't like the way he's looking at me. He inserts the key into the lock hole and turns it. My bones begin to buckle, snapping in synchronicity with my heart beats as I watch him open the cell-door and step in to meet me.