ASHANTI’S POV.“All done!” The make-up artist in charge of me announces cheerfully. I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, unable to recognise myself. The make-up is too much, too wild, too bright. I hate it! But the other girls seem to adore it because of how they are gushing at their reflecti
“Not so fast.” His brows crease. “You can’t just serve me wine and be on your way. You have to stay and make sure I'm entertained as I drink.” He pulls me to sit on his lap. I cringe when my butt touches the fabric of his trousers.Damn this dress!It keeps sliding up, showing more of my thighs. One
ASHANTI’S POV.I’m awoken by a banging sound on my room door. Tessa shakes on her bed as well and we both look at the door, totally confused as another loud banging sound crashes through the atmosphere.“Who the fuck is that?” Tessa asks, jumping down from her bed.“Ashanti! Ashanti opens up this do
REAGAN’S POV.A silent sigh leaves my chest when I walk into the arena and there’s still no sign of Ashanti. She wasn’t here yesterday or the day before and I hate to say this, but I'm worried. She could have fallen ill and no one here knows about it. The training we engage in here, is quite intense
ASHANTI’S POV.“You have just two hours to clean this bathroom.” The servant who leads the way into the bathroom says as we take a stand at the center. Today is day two of my punishment and not only am I starving because the last time I had a meal was about twenty-four hours ago, I feel vindictive b
ASHANTI’S POV.The world is fading in and out of focus, shades of gray, as I follow the servant along the hallway with her words still ringing in my mind.“…you’ve been summoned by the Lycan King…”I am one piece of fear forged into being.News about the jewelry must have reached his ears and he has
ASHANTI’S POV.“Alpha Reagan asked you to stop working?” Tessa asks, pausing in her tracks and turns to look at me with her eyes wide open, nostrils flaring in shock. I calmly nod my head and exhale, stopping in my tracks as well. We are on our way to the cafeteria to have dinner.“Yeah.” I lean aga
ASHANTI'S POV.I can still feel Alina’s fingers wrapped around the fabric of my shirt, strangling me as I walk into the bedroom. With a sharp inhale and my eyes closed, I close the door behind me and the darkness behind my eyelids is a welcome relief until the memory of her face forces itself into m