ASHANTI'S POV. “There have been some rumours.” Tessa says, flashing me a queer smile. A small frown forms on my face as I face her once more. I don't like rumours, especially when they come from subjects of this pack. They never lack something to say about me. I thought I was free from them, but
“But we can't just sit back and watch them insult you.” “I can handle them on my own. I promise.” “Are you sure?” “Yes I am. I promise.” “Okay.” She says, shrugging. “If you say so.” I can feel the dissapointment in her tone. If it were up to her, we should go drag the girls out of their apart
KYLE'S POV. On the day of coronation as Delta of this pack, I swore an oath to protect my Alpha till my very last breath and I do not intend to break that oath or fail in my duty anytime. Anyone who's out to deceive or destroy my Alpha in any way will face my wrath and I proved that with my own sis
I can see the confusion swimming in her eyes. Her zeal to ask me why I'm asking all this even though Selena is dead and gone. “So… she was dating, huh?” “Yeah.” “And what was the guy’s name?” “Zachary Wright. We called him Zach.” “Where's he now?” She quickly purses her lips and looks away. I
ASHANTI'S POV. It's another competition day and I'm trying to hold my organs from falling out of my body. The first session went smoothly. I came second best after the almighty Leonard and that really boosted my confidence, but after hearing one of the judges call a design an eyesore, my confidence
ASHANTI'S POV. “Enjoy your meal.” The waiter who just served our meals and drinks says with a gentle smile and small nod. “Thank you.” Both Leonard and I reply in unison before he takes off. Smiling, I look down at the meals served on the table and my intestines start grumbling. A sign for me to d
“Oh my God!” I whisper with a shaky voice. “Why didn't I think of that?” “You have to be careful, Ash. I experienced something similar the tear I won Fashion King. A group of make and female designers ganged up against me and swore to get me disqualified from the competition. They messed up with my
REAGAN'S POV. “Ronald.” I call, leaning back against my chair when he steps into my office. He gives me a curt greeting before proceeding to majestically walk over to my office table, looking calm and composed as always. “Kyle isn't here yet?” His low voice chimes and I shoot him a curious look.