ASHANTI'S POV.Blink.Blink again. My eyes snap open and the illuminated chandelier hanging from the ceiling above comes into view. The light rays from the beaming object burns my eyes so I turn my head in the opposite direction to escape them. My head feels like there are a hundred drums playing in
ASHANTI’S POV.“It's a long story.” She breathes heavily and a strange thought crosses my mind. “Are you my mother?” I blurt out without thinking. She pauses on her words and stares at me in shock. My eyes never leave her face as I wait for her to answer the question.“How… how did you…”“You’re my
ASHANTI'S POV.“Alright everyone, we're back again.” Mum's voice is a lot more jovial as she addresses the people in the living room. The elderly man, whom I suppose is her husband, gives me a warm smile and to be polite, I reciprocate the smile. The others, who happen to be a young boy and a girl,
ASHANTI’S POV.“Why not?” Michael asks, confused. “You're his mate, aren't you?”“I am, but he never treated me as one. Alpha Reagan knew from the first day he set his eyes on me that I was his mate yet he didn't say anything. He let me stay in the Harem and watched me get bullied time and again by
REAGAN'S POV.“Your father disowned you?” I ask in horror after listening to Kyle narrate to me how the introduction went. He simply smiles as he nods his head. He doesn't look the least worried.“This is not the first time he's saying those words to me, so I'm used to them. However, I could tell fr
ASHANTI'S POV. I didn't get any sleep last night. I kept thinking about my mother's cold reaction towards me last night. I still can't get over the fact that she wasn't excited to see me. We've been apart for so many years and it hurts so much to know that I've been the only one missing and longing
ASHANTI'S POV. My heart feels like a war drum against my chest as I watch my mother approach me with a half smile that doesn't reach her ears. I suck in a breath at the sensation shooting up my arm. My head is spinning, my mind is working like a running treadmill as I try to search for options of p
Did she just call me her baby? And what's that transparent liquid shimmering in her eyes? They can't be tears, right? For all I know she's not happy to see me here. Yesterday, when I hugged her, she went stiff in my arms and did not return the hug. She quickly changed the topic of discussion when