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REAGAN'S POV.“Kyle,” I call in a gruff voice the moment Kyle and I step out of the infirmary. He stops walking and faces me. I study his expressions seriously. I noticed he suddenly left the room when I was talking with Ashanti. He looked annoyed.He truly likes her and seeing me get cosy around he
“You have until the end of tomorrow to meet her and apologize. Fail to do so and you’ll have yourself to blame for the fate that will befall you.”“Alpha Reagan!” She calls sternly. “I am the daughter of the former Delta of this pack. I come from a well-respected family. You do not expect me to soil
ASHANTI'S POV.I am in deep slumber, but I keep feeling something soft and tender touching my forehead. I blink a few times and crease my eyelids before finally fluttering my eyes open. The dimly lit bedroom comes into view and I immediately realize where I am.In Alpha Reagan's bedroom. On his bed.
KYLE'S POV.I’m seething as I park my car in the driveway and step out of it. When Alina proposed a duel with Ashanti at the arena, I knew approving was a terrible idea because of how infuriated she looked, but I couldn't go against Alpha Reagan after he approved.I don't know what got her so upset,
“Do you even hear yourself talk sometimes? Alina, your obnoxious ambition to end up with Alpha Reagan is going to put you in a lot of trouble.”“I'm going to kill her. I swear I'll kill Ashanti!” She's screaming at the top of her voice. Her eyes are watery and her hair is turning into a hot mess. I
ASHANTI'S POV.“Feed me.” Says Alpha Reagan as he sits on the sofa across from me. My eyes widen in shock as I glare at him in disbelief.“I should feed you?”“I believe that's what I said.” He dares to look at me. I rub my hands together and clear my throat. My eyes are hovering over the many bowls
I slide down my nightdress and I'm left with just pants and a bra. I've never done a strip dance before, but I believe I know how to twist my body seductively to turn on a man.“Ashanti…” He slurs as I move my body to the rhythm of the music, deliberately grazing my palms and fingers over my breasts
ASHANTI'S POV.My eyes flutter open and I expect to see a pile of masculine flesh and muscles lying by myside, but there isn't. I listen carefully for the sound of a running shower from the nearby bathroom, but the entire room is as quiet as a grave yard. I step down from the bed to go check for mys