THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 413

REAGAN'S POV.

I'm still flustered by what happened last night. Selena showing up at my room door completely took me unaware. She's really not going to back down anytime soon. She has returned to take back whatever place she thinks she still has in my life and she's not playing about it. Kyle needs to act fast so I can know what to do about her soon enough because if this goes on for long, I'm going to lose my mind. I can't continue…

The next word dissapears from my mind and I come to halt when I see the scenario unfolding before my eyes. I'm standing at the entrance to dining room where I usually eat my breakfast and instead of seeing an already set table and my main servant, Charlotte, ushering me to go in and eat, I'm met with a whole ass intense scenery of Selena, with an apron tied around her waist, giving orders to my servants who are carrying bowls of food and cutleries in and out of the dinning, walking briskly with terrified looks on their faces. They all look like they are having a difficult morning and I cannot blame them.

Just being around Selena makes ones day difficult, not to talk of receiving orders from her.

And now the big question. What in the seven hells is going on here?

Slowly, my eyes scan the surroundings, searching for one person in particular.

Charlotte.

But she's nowhere to be found. Maybe she can tell me what's going on here.

“Alpha Reagan!” Selena's shrill voice jabs me out of my thoughts. I nearly tremble on my spot as I drag my eyes in her direction. Her face is beaming with a wide grin as she bounces over to where I'm standing.

“Selena. Hi.” I greet awkwardly, trying to flash her a forced smile but I fail woefully. I am too shocked to play pretend this morning.

First was showing up at my door unannounced last night and now, coming down to a chaotic dining room.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“Good morning, Selena, I slept well, thank you.” I reply in a very formal tone, looking down at her face. A few moments go by before the smile on her face fades and she titles her head the side, giving me something like a dissapointed look.

“Aren't you going to ask me about my night? Don't you want to know how it was?”

Yes. I don't.

That's what I want to tell her right now. I even open my mouth to say the words but my brain filters them out and instead I say.

“How was your night?”

In a dry tone.

“Well…” She slurs, stepping closer to me. With her eyes staring deep into mine, she stretches her hand forward and points her index finger on my chest. I suck in a deep breath as she traces a lazy line on my suit jacket from my chest, down to my torso whilst smiling up at me with that devilish look in her eyes. “How about you ask the question like you really mean it?”

My brows trip my hairline.

What?