The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti)

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?

"Huh?"

"The question was too dry. Try asking it with another tone. You know, a wetter tone." Her teeth sink into her button lip as she flashes me a seductive look with her index finger still drawing lazy lines all over my chest.

I'm not going to engage in this conversation with her.

Ignoring her last statement, I look over her shoulders, into the dinning room that's no longer in chaos. The servants are done setting the table and they've all left.

"I need to eat my breakfast and head to the office."

"Ah. Yeah! Breakfast. Of course!

Come on." She takes my right hand and drags me over to the dinning where she pulls out the the seat and I reluctantly take it. "I was up since six am I wanted to be the one to

choose what you'll eat for breakfast

and I supervised the chefs as they cooked. I also prepared a few dishes."

"You didn't have to do any of that."

"What do you mean by that? You are my mate and it's only right that I make your meals. I'll make sure to be in charge of your meals from now on." Oh Lord. It's getting worse.

"Good morning, my Lord." A familiar voice greets abd for some odd reason, my entire body feels at ease when I turn and see Charlotte.

"Charlotte." I call through mindlink and she looks up at me, alarmed. "What is going on here?"

"I'm just as confused as you are, My

l.ne

Lord. She came down by six am and demanded we let her be in charge of making your breakfast. I tried to stop het Alpha, but she was adamant so I had no choice but to let her be." Charlotte explains in a frustrated tone. I let out a quiet sigh before shooting a tired look at

Selena again.

Last night I refused to eat the dinner she made for me. If I don't eat this breakfast, it's going to be too obvious that I don't give two shits about her which will not be good for our plan. No matter how much I hate having to eat her food, I have to do it.

Another quiet sigh.

Fuck me!

"Alpha Reagan..." Charlotte calls through mindlink. I don't look at her again because I know if I do, Selena could catch up on the fact that

Charlotte and I are conversation net

through mindlink. "You don't have to eat the meal if you don't want to. Just say the word and I will come up with something to say to her."

"No. It's fine. I'll eat it."

"Are you sure, My Lord. We don't know this girl anymore."

"I know that, Charlotte, but let's just let it slide today."

"Alright then, if you say so." I instantly cut off the mindlink and smile up at Selena who's staring down at me with creased brows. I flash her and uncomfortable smile.

"So... what's there for breakfast." I ask softly, my eyes hovering over the bowls of food on the table. Her smile quickly returns as she starts naming the meals she prepared. If only she knows how much I hate being here with her.