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
“Well…” he takes two steps back. Exhales heavily. “Well…” “Kyle.” I cut him off. “You were right when you said there's a possibility that we weren't able to find Ashanti because she did not want us to find her. This is proof. What matters now is that she has shown herself to us again. What's even s
ASHANTI'S POV.The entire pack is buzzing with my name. My pictures are all over social platforms and even on the news. The news spread like wildfire and people are completely bombed by the fact that I'll be attending the Fashion King competition. It was a hassle having to leave the building after
ASHANTI'S POV. Today is the day I leave for the Lunar Crescent Pack. Since I woke up this morning, my heart has been beating out of control and my stomach feels like my guts have been knotted into inseparable chords. I'm nervous and it has nothing to do with the tough competition that lies ahead.
ASHANTI’S POV. “Mum… for the one millionth time today, I’m going yo be alright, i promise. Just promise me you’ll visit often.” I tell my mum in the most exasperated tone before she releases me from the hug she has been choked in. My eyes well up when I see the tears shimmering in hers. These two
ASHANTI'S POV.“Thank you Kain.” I thank the driver who just opened my car seat door with a big smile on my face. We just arrived at the Castle of the Luna Crescent Pack… Alpha Reagan's lair. A strange feeling comes to life in my gut when I step out of the car, on Lunar Crescent soil and let my eyes
ASHANTI'S POV. My heart is bubbling in my throat as I watch Alpha Reagan give his speech from the dais. The dry smile which formed at the side of his lips during our Intense eye contact a while ago awakened something in me. Flowers bloomed in my stomach, their soft, delicate petals tickling my orga
When we step out of the hall into the premises where cars are lined up, cold air whips my face mercilessly and I take in a sharp inhale, but what makes chills run down my spine is not the cold out here, it’s the sight of Alpha Reagan. Holy goddess he's standing by my car. How the hell did he know