The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

I didn't expect Alpha Reagan to show up here again today after the stunt I pulled this morning, but here he is, graciously striding into the living room in all his glory, looking handsand pristine like always. Unconsciously, I rise up from the couch I'm sitting on and stay planted on my feet as I watch him cover to meet me. My face turns molten red and the flush spreads from my cheeks to my face when he stops in front ofand smiles. We are barely inches away from each other and I don't like it. Being this close to him does something catastrophic to my self-restraint. Out of nowhere, I have this burning urge to wrap my arms around his neck and draw him even closer so our bodies can fit like two interlocking puzzle pieces.

I miss him dearly.

The fact that I'm terribly upset with him seems to have flown out of my brain and now I'm senseless and his sweet scent is feeling my nostrils and my heart is playing hopscotch in my chest and I'm nearly breathless. I hate that he still has this effect on me.

"Hello baby." Two words and he has found the key to my chest, unlocked it and stolen my heart all over again. I nearly trip. I want to say something but I'm at a loss for words so I just keep ogling at him like an idiot. Sparks break out across my skin at the feel of his palm slicking around my waist and planting itself on the small of my back. He does what I was too afraid to do; interlocks my body with his. His starling brown eyes never leave mine as his fingers delicately bruh across my neck.

His touch is electric and sweet at the stime. A buzz spreads through my body like a bushfire when his forehead touches mine. The sweetness of the gesture has my heart threatening to beat itself straight out of my chest.

This man makesburn! Lust slams intolike a fist to the face and before I know it, I'm on my toes, connecting my lips with his and leading us into a ferocious kiss that nearly seizes all the breath from my lungs.

Shivers run down my spine as our lips battle with each other and liquid heat spreads through my veins. Kissing him is addictive. Thrilling! But not enough to keep the anger in my heart at bay for two long.

Reality hitslike a bucket of ice water. I snap eyes wide open amidst the kiss and I'm suddenly appalled by the sight of his face leaning too close to mine and his lips still entangled mine. I furiously tear my lips from his and break out of his hold, taking several steps back and trying to catch my breath at the stime. He shootsa confused look.

A confused look? Wow! As if he's not supposed to know why I did that.

"Baby...what's wrong?" His question grates my nerves. I shoot him a scowl. He takes two steps forward and I hold out my palm to his face, signalling him to stop where he is and luckily he does, but he still has that stupid, confused look on.

God, I want to kill him! "Why are you here?" I ask, breathing hard.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm here to see you!" "I don't want you here!" "Well your actions a few minutes ago say otherwise. You wouldn't have kissedif you didn't wanthere." "You se..." I halt on my words and seal my mouth shut. I was going to say "You seduced me" but it sounds so stupid and pathetic. I swallow the words and look away from him.

"Look baby..." I whip my head in his direction and cut him off saying; "Don't baby me!" In a deadly tone. "You should address Alina as such. After all she's carrying you baby!" "Are we really going to this right now?" There's a defeated look on his face.

"I don't." "Good. Because I don't want to either." He stubbornly steps forward. "Look, I'm aware of the fact that you're upset with me, but don't treatlike this." "Oh yeah? Are we going to start talking about how we treat each other now? That would excitebecause I have a lot to say on the subject!" I scream at the top of my voice. His shoulders sag in dismay. His gaze hovers around the living room. He knows exactly what I'm talking about. I blink rapidly to prevent the tears brimming in my eyes from breaking loose.

"Can we please skip the part where we yell at each other, today? I have something to say to you." "If it's not about you releasingfrom here, then I don't want to hear it." I stride back to the sofa and plop on it. The stubborn man comes over and does the sby my side. I wish I had the power to hurt people with my eyes.

"Annual meeting between the Lycan Alphas is to be held in this pack during the weekend." He explains calmly and I give him a cold look.

"And why are you telling me?" My tone is nothing short of rude. Frustrated, he lets out a heavy sigh before riding on.

"The meeting ends with a grand evening party that's to be held at the Banquet hall. I want you to be my date for that party." "I do not want to attend any stupid evening party with you. Go ask someone else to be your date." My words are firm and heavy with conviction. I conclude my point with an eye roll that frustrates him even more.

"I agree with you on the fact that the evening party is stupid, but you will go withnonetheless." I don't say anything because I know arguing with him will be a vain attempt. He's going to makego regardless. When he notices he has made his point clear, he rises from the couch. "Have you had dinner yet?" "What do you care?" I shoot him a scathing gaze.

"I care." He stretches his hand out to me. "Cwith me."

"I don't want to." I look away from him. The next thing I feel is his hand slicking under my legs while another wraps around my back and I'm being lifted up the couch into his arms like I weigh less than nothing. "What are you doing?" My hands unconsciously wrap around his neck for fear of slipping down. My gaze is boring holes into his face.

"Since you've decided to be stubborn..." He adjustsin his arms. "This is how you'll be treated from now on."

"Putdown!" I warn, but my words fall on deaf ears. He keeps walking towards the door and I nearlt melt with embarrassment when he's steps out of the penthouse and the guards seein his arms. I cringe and bury my face in his chest to hide from the quizzical eyes of the confused guards. I only look up again when he steps into the elevator. "Now you can putdown." I say once the door closes and surprisingly, he does.

"Where are you taking me?" He looks down atand smiles.

"Where else other than our bedroom?" "To your bedroom?" I ask, aghast.

"Our bedroom." He insists in the sweetest voice but my anxiety skyrockets.

Why are we going to his bedroom? I don't like the sound of this.