CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN.ASHANTI'S POV.I waited all day and for the better part of the night for Alpha Reagan, but he didn't show up. He didn't come to see me and I fell asleep with a million worrisome thoughts ringing in my mind. I couldn’t help but ask myself what was going on and why
REAGAN'S POV.“Good morning, My Lord.” The two guards stationed outside the door to the penthouse greet in unison with their heads bowed down as I approach them. When I'm close, I stop on my tracks and let my gaze slide over their profiles.Jake and Stanley. Vibrant young men in their mid-twenties
“That's what they want, but what about what I want? What about what you want? What the Moon goddess wants! She paired us for a reason. We are fated to each other and we are meant to be with each other till the end!” She throws her head back and lets out a loud, hysterical laughter that fills the atm
REAGAN'S POV.I left the penthouse exhausted and out of breath because Ashanti chose to unleash all her strength on me when I tried to walk out through the door. On the first attempt, She dashed out at the speed of light and I caught her on the staircase. The second attempt, she hit me in the balls
REAGAN'S POV.The sound of my office door opening reverberates throughout the entire room and fills my ears. I don't look up to see who it is, but I can already identify him by his scent.Kyle.Now I wonder what announcement he has come to make. As his approaching footsteps become louder, I set down
KYLE'S POV.Eavesdropping on people's conversation is a shitty thing to do. I don't encourage it. I don't do it, but I couldn't help myself this time around. I was too eager to know what my father had come to discuss with Alpha Reagan. It's true he's going to tell me eventually, but I was too curiou
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 handsome and pristine like always. Unconsciously, I rise up from the couch I’m sitting on and stay planted
ASHANTI'S POV.My heart is in my throat as we walk along the familiar hallway that leads to Alpha Reagan's bedroom. This is a route I've taken over a thousand times and each time, I was either excuted or nervous, but never have I been scared like I am now. My urge to turn around and run away has pea