THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 387

REAGAN'S POV.

“Ronald.” I call, leaning back against my chair when he steps into my office. He gives me a curt greeting before proceeding to majestically walk over to my office table, looking calm and composed as always.

“Kyle isn't here yet?” His low voice chimes and I shoot him a curious look.

“No. Is he supposed to be here?”

“He mind liked me a few minutes ago, asking me to come over here because he has something to say to us.”

“I see.” I say, nodding slowly.

“Did he tell you what it’ll be about?”

“No.” He sighs lightly. “He only said it was urgent and important.”

“If that's the case then he should be on his way he…” The last word is cut short by the sound of a knock on my office door. Before I can give the signal for whoever it is to come in, the doorknob creaks and the door is pushed open, revealing Kyle who looks very agitated. The guard closes the door the moment Kyle steps in and he takes long hasty steps over to where Ronald and me are seated.

There's a dark frown on his face. All his facial features are tense and he had both hands clenched by his side. Even the pose he takes when he finally stops walking depicts his overall foul state.

I do not like dealing with this version of Kyle.

Ronald and I exchange confused looks and I urge him with my eyes to take the reins and ask Kyle what's going on. He calmly rises and faces Kyle who seems to be fuming about something.

“You called this meeting.” Ronald breaks the silence.

“I did.” Kyle replies with a nod. Sighing heavily, he starts pacing and that prompts Ronald and I to share another look of confusion. Slowly, I rise to my feet, my eyes following the furious looking man as he pacing to and fro. I leave my chair and go over to the table where I lean with my butt at the edge of it and cross my legs at my ankles and my arms over my chest as I keep my eyes focused on Kyle, who seems to be thinking of a way to divulge the information he has for us.

After a few means of wordless silence, the pacing man finally stops pacing and looks at Ronald and I.

“I uncovered a few things during my investigation.”

“And are you going to make us die of anxiety before you tell us what it is that you found?” I reply coldly, matching his frown.

He takes two steps towards Ronald and I. My facial features nearly combust when he plants his scorching gaze on them. I don't like that look. Why is he staring at me as though I've committed a crime?