The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 0143 

ASHANTI’S POV. 

Blink. 

Blink. 

Blink again. My eyes flutter open and the huge chandelier on the ceiling above comes into view. There’s only one bedroom I sleep in that has got a chandelier hanging from its ceiling. Alpha Reagan’s bedroom. 

I’m in Alpha Reagan’s bedroom. Sleeping on his bed. 

How cool is that? 

My head bangs with pain as I struggle to sit upright on the bed, but that pain is soon surpassed by a searing sensation between my thighs–that makes me wince painfully. My eyes drop down to my body under the comforter and a current of energy washes through me when I see that I’m naked. That’s when everything replays in my mind. 

The kiss. Alpha Reagan eating me up while I sat on his face. Sex. 

We had sex last night. I gasp in awe, covering my mouth with my hands. 

It finally happened. 

“Good morning, Ashanti.” A voice greets me unexpectedly and I tremble on the spot and gasp again, loudly. 

‘Alpha Reagan. You scared me!” I cry. He chuckles and sets the newspaper he’s holding down on the table before rising from the sofa. He’s dressed in a white dressing robe and a pair of indoor sliders. He’s smiling brightly as he comes to meet me on the bed. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you.” He sits by my side on the bed and I look away. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment and I can’t bring myself to look at his face. 

We had sex last night. 

“And why are you avoiding my gaze?” 

“I’m not.” I lie. He chuckles. 

Lid you have a good night’s sleep?” His voice is calm. I nod my head. 

“Yes, I did,” I reply, still not looking at me. 

“Ashanti, look at me.” He instructs, but I don’t obey. 

How am I supposed to look at him after everything we did last night? He ate me out in a position I never thought was possible. He made love to me like we were a regular couple in love. He took my innocence. 

I know I was eager for this to happen, but no one gave me a forewarning of how to behave the morning after. I don’t even know what to do with myself right now. 

“Ashanti.” He calls my name again and I know that’s not a good sign. He’s a Lycan King and I know better than to make him repeat himself, so, swallowing the Httle pride I have left, I tear my eyes off the wall and plaster them on his face. That makes him smile. 

“Your face is totally flushed right now. Are you shy to be in my presence because of what happened between us last night?” He asks with a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

I want the ground to open up and swallow me right now. My neck heats and anxiety bubbles. inside of me as I stare at him, unable to give him a response to his question. 

Why even give him a verbal response when my face already says it all? 

“It’s almost as though you kept yourself for me. I’m proud of you.” My face breaks into a wide 

smile. 

“Thank you.” Another kiss lands, this time around on my forehead. My pulse throbs through every inch of my body as I savour the moment. I’m here, seated on the Lycan King’s bed post- coitus, receiving sweet compliments and kisses. It feels surreal. Like I’m not just some Harem girl whom he chose to please him for the night. 

It feels a lot different from that. A lot special. 

Like I mean something to him. I can’t exactly gut my hand on it, but I feel like I’m special to this man and he’s trying to tell me with actions, not words. 

“You should go take a bath now. I’ll ask the servants to serve breakfast while you’re at it.” I nod in agreement and proceed to peel off the comforter from my body. The smile on my face wipes away and horror fills my entire being when I see red spots on the immaculate white sheet beneath me. I quickly cover it up, praying Alpha Reagan didn’t see them as well, but when I look at him, he’s smirking as an indication that he has seen what I’m trying to hide. 

“I’ve already seen the blood stains, love. I know my words won’t help, but don’t feel shy.” 

“Oh, sweet goddess!“I lament almost in tears, covering my face with my palms. 

“Ashanti. Look at me.” He instructs and I obey. “There’s nothing for you to be ashamed about. Go take your bath right now, the servants will change the sheets.” 

“I don’t want the servants to change the sheets.” 

“Why? Do you want to take it along with you as a souvenir? That’s creepy, you know.” 

“I do not want to…” I stop and shoot him a furious glare. “God, you are impossible!” He chuckles and rises to give me way so I get down from the bed. As I attempt to put one leg down, more pain sears between my thighs. I close my eyes and wince in pain, willing myself to rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom, despite the burning sensation coursing through me. 
I hope the second time is going to be different.