THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 357

REAGAN’S POV.

Another wave of excruciating silence washes through the atmosphere as I stay planted on my spot, staring at Selena, wondering if she has been possessed. This is the second tough question she's asking and her tone is different from that which she uses when we converse normally.

She sounds curious and a bit offended. Like she will not let me go unless I give her an answer, but I can’t.

If she’s asking this question, it means she has no idea about Ashanti.

How on earth is that possible? Was she living in a cave all these years?

“Alpha Reagan.” Her calm voice interrupts my thoughts, bringing me back to earth. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

I cannot tell her about Ashanti.

As it is now, things are already complicated. Selena knowing about Ashanti will only make them worse.

“You need to rest.” I change the topic. Her face darkens with dismay.

“That’s not the answer to the question.”

“I’m well aware of that fact.”

“Why don’t you want to give me a response?” The irritation and disappointment in her voice is inevitable. She’s literally frowning at me right now and I’m certain that the urge to hit me is riding her hard.

“Because it’s not time yet.”

“Does that mean you have a girl?”

“Selena.” I call, calmly, firmly as I take two steps closer to her making sure to stop a considerable distance away from her. “It’s been five years since you got missing. Five years since I thought I had lost you. Things have changed, both for you and for me. You cannot deny that fact. There are things that have happened in your life, things you are not comfortable enough or in the right state of mind to share with me right now and I respect that. That's why I asked you a while ago to only tell me what happened to you when you are ready. Things have also happened in my life, Selena. Things I’m not ready to let you know right now. I need time before divulging these details to you. I know you’re eager to know how my life has been. It's the same with me, but we have to give each other time to gather our thoughts before doing that. I don’t know if I’m making any sense.”

A fat tear rolls down from her left eye as she nods her head.

“I…I…” She stutters, sniffling tears and nodding her head. “I’m sorry.” She croaks. The sound of her crying voice makes my heart lurch into my stomach. “I'm sorry for acting unreasonably. I just came back into your life from nowhere and now I’m acting entitled. I’m sorry. My thoughts and emotions are just all over the place.”