THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 350

ASHANTI’S POV.

“Ashanti.” Ryan’s voice comes through for the one millionth time and I ignore him yet again. I’m not in the right mind to speak to anyone right now. I just got the most heart wrenching news ever and I need time to process my thoughts.

Alpha Reagan’s first mate has returned.

How the hell is that even possible? Why is something like this happening in the first place?

Never. Never have I ever heard that a werewolf has two mates. I know I told him this was a sign that we weren’t meant to be with each other and a bunch other things but I didn't mean any of that. Alpha Reagan is my fated mate. I feel a mate bond with him, our souls are connected. I know I shouldn't, but I want to be with him. The fact that his former mate is back doesn’t make any sense to me.

“Ashanti.” Another call from Ryan. “You've been crying in there for more than an hour now and it's making me anxious. You need to tell me what happened.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. God away.”

“Sorry, but I won’t and if you don’t open this door by the time I count to three, I’m going to break it down.” He threatens. “One…”

I scrunch my nostrils and mop the tears off my face with the back of my hands

“Two!”

I quickly rise to my feet and hurry to the door.

Ryan might be just eighteen years old, but he never gives his word for nothing and he’s damn strong. If he says he's going to break that door when he counts to three, he will.

The moment I swing the door open, the tears in my eyes break loose and I burst into tears again.

“Hey… hey…” He pulls me into a warm embrace and I lay my head on his chest and bawl my eyes out.

We had such a great evening and he just had to ruin it by telling me about the return of his stupid first mate. Since when did the dead start refusing to stay dead.

“It’s okay… everything is going to be fine.” Says Ryan in a soothing voice that he calmly caresses my back. I shake my head.

“No it’s not.” I withdraw from his arms and look up at him with his drenched face.

Did I ever tell you how tall this boy is?

I have to crane my neck up just to look at his face. Little brothers have no respect for their elders.