ASHANTI'S POV. “Alpha Reagan.” My voice comes out as a miserable whisper. Tears well up in my eyes as I turn to face him fully. He's here. It's seven am in the morning and he's here. “Ashanti.” His voice is almost inaudible. He looks so sad, so broken. The devastation in his tone is almost palp
REAGAN'S POV. “Thank the goddess you're here.” Ronald breathes with relief the moment he sees me step out of the car in the private underground parking lot. I'm using this entrance into the hospital because I don't want people seeing me walk in and out of this hospital. They are going to start cook
“I had some pack business to settle. It took up all my time, that's why I couldn't come back to you.” I lie smoothly and she buys it. “Oh my God… I hope I'm not distracting you from your work. You surely came here because Beta Ronald called to tell you about my crying state this morning. I'm so sor
REAGAN’S POV. Ten moments later, the entire atmosphere is still in graveyard silence. Selena staring straight into my eyes as she awaits my reply to her question and me staring right back at with a million thoughts running through my mind. I have an answer to her question . In fact, I have many a
REAGAN’S POV. Another wave of excruciating silence washes through the atmosphere as I stay planted on my spot, staring at Selena, wondering if she has been possessed. This is the second tough question she's asking and her tone is different from that which she uses when we converse normally. She so
REAGAN’S POV. “What’s with the goofy smile on your face?” I ask, blindly strapping on my seatbelt with my gaze focused on Kyle who’s behind the steering wheel. That stupid smile crept on his face the moment I stepped into this car. “Nothing.” He answers and I know he’s lying. I adjust myself on my
ASHANTI’S POV. “Why do these judges look so serious?” Ryan, who’s sitting by my side, whispers in my ears and I give him a curious stare. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” he’s still whispering. “Just take a look at their dead pan looks and listen to how stiff their voices sound. They need not be so
ASHANTI'S POV.“Oh…” One of the girls exclaims in amusement as she listens to her colleague trash talk me. “I was so shocked to find out that she's the Chief Designer at TTC. I won't be surprised if she makes other people draw those designs and claim them as hers. She looks like the kind of person