The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

Today is the day I leave for the Lunar Crescent Pack. Since I woke up this morning, my heart has been beating out of control and my stomach feels like my guts have been knotted into inseparable chords. I'm nervous and it has nothing to do with the tough competition that lies ahead. I'm an excellent designer and I'm positive I'll make it to the final rounds of the competition. I'm confident that if I give it my all, I'm going to win and becthe next Fashion King of this world.

The reason why I'm nervous is because I'm going to the Lunar Crescent Pack. The spack where I arrived almost three years ago as a Harem girl. The pack where I had my worst life experiences. Above all, I'm nervous because I'm going to see Alpha Reagan again after two years. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm anxious and curious to see his reaction when we finally meet again.

Will he be mad atfor leaving the way I did? Will he threaten to punishfor deceiving him? Will he be happy to see me? Will he try to wooagain? I shake my head in denial, letting out a frustrated sigh.

It's not important.

None of that matters right now.

I head to the mirror to inspect myself again and once I see that my outfit is on point, I pick up my hand bag which contains all of my necessities and head out of the closet and then the bedroom. The servants already carried my boxes to the car and every other thing I packed to leave with.

When I get downstairs, I meet the rest of the family already seated at the dinning, about to eat breakfast. "Hello everyone." I greet them cheerfully.

"How cyou're always the last to arrive at the table during meals?" Sheila asks, looking up at me. I chuckle lightly and go over to take my usual spot which is beside Ryan and across from her.

"I wish I had an answer to that question, Sheila. As it is now, I still can't decide if you all are just really fast or if I'm just slow." Everyone chuckles, except Ryan who's focused on his meal. He's all dressed up for our departure and it warms my heart a great deal that he's coming with me.

We've grown quite close over the years.

I'm a lot closer to him than I am with Sheila.

For Sheila, it took a while, but she finally warmed up toand right now, even though we aren't very close, at least we no longer fight or throw scornful words at each other. She has learned to acceptas her sister and I appreciate her for that.

"Ryan looks so damn serious. One might look at him now and think he's the real Designer going in for the competition." A hysterical cackle follows that very cryptic statement. No one joins her and when she realises she has gone too far, she stops laughing and clears her throat, focusing on her food.

Ryan just ignores her as always.

"So Ashanti, how are you this morning? How do you feel about going to the Lunar Crescent Pack for the competition?" "Bloody nervous. I wish I could back out. I hate this grating feeling I have in my stomach." I cry out as I watch Ryan servethe smeal he's eating. He loves serving my meals and I've gotten to understand over tthat that's his way of tellinglovesvery much. His love language is a random act of service and I really appreciate it.

"Thank you Ryan." I thank him with a smile when he puts the plate before me. He simply nods and turns his attention back to his food.

"What if Alpha Reagan tells you he wants you back when you two meet? Are you going to forgo your quest and be his Luna?" Sheila asks out of nowhere and I nearly choke on the soup in my mouth. I quickly push it down and shoot her a frown.

"And why on earth would I do that?" "Because it's more beneficial, duh." She sets her cutleries down and focuses her gaze on me, her fingers sliding under chin to support her head. "You are fated to be the Lycan King of the entire werewolf world If you get back together with him, you'll becthe Lycan Queen of this whole wide werewolf world. Imagine all that power and fand glory. It's more glorious than any Fashion King title you strive to achieve." "It doesn't work that way, Sheila." "Tellhow it works then." "With everything you just said now, I already know how your brain is wired. No matter how much I explain, it won't make any sense to you, so let's just let it go." "You're only saying that because you know I'm right. If I were you, I'd run into the arms of the Alpha and forget about everything else." "That's a very shallow mindset there." Michael chimes in. Sheila shoots him a shocked gaze and he simply shrugs his shoulders. "Not everything is about power and influence and glory and fame. There's more to life than all that." "I don't think there's anything greater than having the power to rule over every single werewolf and Lycan in this world. Nothing beats that!" Sheila argues firmly. I purse my lips and focus on my food like Ryan has been doing. It's always a vain mission trying to win an argument with her.

"That's enough." Mother cautions. "Stop arguing over irrelevant things. Ashanti is going in for the Fashion' King Competition and the last words she needs to hear from us before she leaves are words of encouragement, not arguments about stupid things."

"Being powerful and influential isn't stupid!" Sheila murmurs under her breath but because of our because of our heightened hearing abilities, we can hear her. We all stop eating and focus our gazes on her. When she notices she throws her hands in the air and says: "Oh please, it's not my fault you had to hear that!"

The rest of the breakfast goes on with more conversations and encouragement from the others and Ve occasional motivations from Sheila. She keeps insisting I choose to get back together with Alpha Reagan if he tries to woowhile I'm there. It's hilarious and absurd at the stime.

As it is now, Alpha Reagan and I are parallel lines that will never meet.