REAGAN'S POV. I understand that by delaying to claim Ashanti, by not treating her as my equal and not telling my subjects sooner that she was my mate, I committed a grave offense that warrants punishment, but I think this is too much. This is cruel and I'm starting to lose my cool. I was so confide
ASHANTI'S POV. “Oh…” A little exclamation leaves my mouth when Ryan gets into the back seat with me while Sheila sits shot gun. She's so mad at me. We've not exchanged a single word to each other since we had that little fight yesterday and I want it to stay that way. Because I feel like I'm goin
ASHANTI'S POV. “Ugh! Finally!” Sheila grunts in the most frustrated tone as she gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. I flinch on my seat at the loud sound caused by that action of hers. My head veers to the left and my eyes fall on Ryan who's shaking his head in disapproval. Me too,
REAGAN'S POV.ONE WEEK LATER.All the search parties we dispatched have returned with still no news of Ashanti's whereabouts. No one they spoke have seen or smelled or even heard about Ashanti and I'm begining to get worried. Even if she was in hiding somewhere, someone could have seen her, but that
TWO YEARS LATER. ASHANTI'S POV. “Mum, I'm sorry, but your makeup was taking too much time so Ryan and I had to leave first.” I cry over the phone and my mother snorts in derision on the other end. “You children will never give me a break!” “See you at the conference hall Ma. Bye bye.” I hang up
ASHANTI'S POV. With time, the people around stop looking at me and resume their activities so I decide to linger around some more. I'm in the section of the lobby where various clothes have been put on display on mannequins, in shelves and on hangers and there are people, mostly women in each aisle
ASHANTI'S POV. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the founder and chief designer of Thread Treasure Creations, Ashanti Anderson.” Mother announces proudly as I make way into the spacious conference room with the brightest, yet most nervous smile planted on my face. I don't know why I'm so ner
REAGAN'S POV. “Alpha Reagan!” An anxious voice calls my name and the next second, my office door comes flying open and two men are rushing into my office and over to me with ipads in their hands as though they are being chased. Kyle and Ronald. The moment I see them and the state they are in, I i