THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 384

ASHANTI'S POV.

It's another competition day and I'm trying to hold my organs from falling out of my body. The first session went smoothly. I came second best after the almighty Leonard and that really boosted my confidence, but after hearing one of the judges call a design an eyesore, my confidence plummeted.

I never want to be in a position where any of my designs will be labeled an eyesore. That would destroy me.

“You look confident today.” Ryan remarks as we make our way into the hall. I shoot him a brief glance and a small despite my raging nerves.

“You think?”

“The aura of confidence hovering around you is palpable. It makes me happy to see you like this.”

“Why? Thank you. Aren't you just the sweetest?”

“I know. You cannot do without me.” He brags and before I can say anything to object to his statement, he hastens his steps to get farther away from me.

Typical Ryan!

“Look who has arrived.” A voice speaks from the front. I look ahead and notice the three girls, who seem to abnor my existence in this competition, walking towards me with smirks plastered on their faces. I stop in my tracks and wait for them to approach me.

“Ashanti Anderson.” All three of them stop before me and cross their arms over chests. The blonde haired girl is raking her eyes all over body as if searching for something. The brunette girl staring right into my eyes like she is trying to fish out a secret from them.

Sometimes I wonder if I have a bully-magnet on my body. Everywhere I go, I have to deal with a group of girls who want nothing but my downfall.

“Can I help you?” I ask calmly, carefully even though my mind is screaming for me to do the exact opposite. What I really want to do right now is beat them up mercilessly and get them out of my way, but we all know where that would lead me.

Disqualification.

I cannot give them the satisfaction of getting me disqualified from this competition. They will see me soar to the top.

“The confidence I see swimming in your eyes must be as a result of your rank during the first round of the competition. You came second. That's why you're so over the moon.”

“Why?” I ask, chuckling lightly. “Am I not allowed to feel happy when I emerge victorious during a competition?”

“Emerge victorious?” The blonde haired girl asks and scoffs. “Is that what you tell yourself? You really think you did anything exceptional to get that position?”