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
REAGAN'S POV.It took less than no time for Kyle to get in contact with Ashanti's father who did not hesitate to tell him everything we needed to know about Ashanti's mother's whereabouts. Her full name, the name of the pack she resides in and her home address. It took me all my self control not to
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT. ASHANTI'S POV. “Mum!” Sheila calls furiously, seizing the cellphone from my hand, frowning like an angry bear. “What do you mean we have to stay here for another? You said we could come back home by evening!” Her voice is so loud, I'm sure people living five blocks a