THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 277

ASHANTI'S POV.

Shortly after Tessa leaves, the heavy footsteps return, but this time around it seems it's not just a pair of feet approaching, but at least two or three. Still seated on my butt, I stare up hopefully at the door, wishing in my heart for it to be Alpha Reagan this time around, but it isn't. Logan, the mean Warden, appears at the door accompanied by three others who look just as menacing as him. I calmly mop my face with the back of my palms and look away from them.

I sense trouble.

“Her food looks untouched.” One of the men comments, breaking the eerie silence.

“She made me understand a while ago that she'd rather die than eat the cold, stale food.” I recognize Logan's voice the moment he makes that statement. I still don't look at them. I pull my knees up to my chest and place my head on them, plastering my gaze to the other end of the cell.

If I say anything, it'll enrage them and they'll want to make me pay. There's four of them out there and they are all very tall, muscular men who are well trained in battle just like I am. I can't fight them off at once. I need to be quiet if I want them to go away without hurting me. My mind and soul are already damaged right now, I don't want physical pain to add to the combo because if that happens, I'll simply pass away.

“Doesn't she know that trash like herself are not supposed to make choices when it comes to matters like this? If cold, rotten food is served to her, she has to eat it whether she likes it or not!” Another voice speaks and my heart starts racing. I don't like where this is heading.

“Well, she refused to eat it…what would you have me do?” Logan speaks again.

“Force her to eat it the same way she forced our dearest Alina to drink the poison that killed the baby in her womb.” That accusation gets my attention. I whip my head in their direction, prepared to start telling them about my innocence on the issue, but on a second thought, to what extent?

Alina put up a good show. The evidence was found on me and except proven otherwise by someone powerful, I will forever be the culprit in their eyes. Telling them I'm innocent will be nothing but a waste of my time and voice and my energy, so I close my mouth and stay quiet.

“Right! She knows her crime so much that at the mention of it, she cannot help but turn to look at us.” The guys laugh after the statement is made. As I watch them laugh with the viscous gazes planted on me, I take small, even breaths to help steady my mind and my heart beat, but that fails woefully. My heart rate has skyrocketed and I break a sweat when one of the guys steps forward.