SELENA'S POV. “Have you finished setting…” I halt in my tracks and throw my hands in the air derisively, utterly annoyed by the ongoing scenario before me. “You're still setting the table!” I scold at the top of my voice in annoyance and the two servants stop what they are doing and bow to me. “We
REAGAN'S POV. What the hell was that? I’m frozen on my spot as I stare at the door, completely dumbfounded by what I just experienced out there with Selena. She made dinner for me. She offered to pick out the pyjama I'll wear to bed while I shower. What in the seven hells is going on here? “Di
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE.REAGAN'S POV.“Selena.” I shriek, unable to fathom the fact that she's standing before me right now. She has that pitiful look she used to bind me in her bonds in the past with and she's staring at me as though she wants to burst into tears.“Alpha Reagan.” She
“I don't get why you won't just let me spend the night with you in your bedroom. We are mates, for crying out loud and this wouldn't be the first time we'd be spending the night together. Or, have you forgotten all the crazy things we used to do in the past?”There's a cocky smile on her face as sh
REAGAN'S POV. I'm still flustered by what happened last night. Selena showing up at my room door completely took me unaware. She's really not going to back down anytime soon. She has returned to take back whatever place she thinks she still has in my life and she's not playing about it. Kyle needs
REAGAN'S POV. “Why do you look constipated?” Those are the first words that come out of Kyle's mouth the moment he walks into my office. He's staring at me intensely and Ronald invites himself to the show. Now they are both staring down at me as though expecting me to make a confession. Sighing
ASHANTI'S POV. “Thank you.” I mumble to the guard who just opened the door for before stepping out of the car. Fresh air caresses my face as I look around the premises and I engage in a small fight with my flying hair strands before succeeding in tucking them behind my ears. It's Sunday afternoon a
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN. ASHANTI'S POV. “I'm not even surprised about this revelation. She really looks like someone who would do such a thing. How pathetic!” Kelly, my colleague, comments bitterly as we walk out of the hall. I am fuming with rage and only the goddess knows what I'