THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 238

REAGAN'S POV.

I blink my eyes open and thick, searing pain courses through the back of my neck, causing me to wince as I struggle to keep my heavy, sleepy eyes open. Slowly, I lift my head and I hear my neck bones snap and the pain grows worse. When I look at the place where I'm seated, I immediately understand the reason why I'm in so much pain. I'm sitting on a bar stool at the wine bar in my office. I drank myself to stupor last night and ended up sleeping at this bar counter. That's why every part of my body hurts, especially my back and neck.

Groaning, I turn my head from side to side with my arms spread out in the air, doing the same motion so as to relax my muscles and curb the aches I feel at my joints.

In complete silence, I look around my office, before turning back to the bar counter where I spot an empty glass sitting beside me. I don't really know exactly how much I drank last night, but it was a lot. The argument I had with Ashanti drained me completely.

I lied to her. I kept a life-changing secret from her. I hurt her deeply and now she doesn't want to be with me anymore. She wants to leave.

I'm only going to let that happen over my dead body.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I check the caller Id and when I see that it's a strange number calling, I sigh and look away from it, intending to ignore it, but a thought strikes me.

It could be important. With all the chaos going on right now, anything could happen to anyone.

Sighing lightly, I reach for the phone, pick it up and answer the call.

“Alpha Reagan speaking.” I say in a bored tune as I press the phone against my ear.

“Alpha Reagan. This is Mr. Elijah Williams speaking. Former Delta of this pack. I am calling with respect to the shocking revelation my daughter just made to me right now. She's pregnant and she says you're the father of the child she's carrying. We need to talk.” The Man ends his sentence with a dangerous tone and the phone nearly falls from my hand, not out of fear, but shock and disbelief.

Alina.

She looks nothing like herself.

“Baby.” I call with a small voice as I take calculated steps towards her. She's very volatile right now so I have to approach her with caution lest lashes at me like the angry wolf she is or worse, sprints out of that door and goes to God knows where.

“I want to leave.”

Those words come at me like daggers, aiming for my heart. When they finally land, a sharp pain sears through my chest, shattering my heart into a thousand miserable pieces that scatter all over the floor. I pause in my tracks, nearly hyperventilating.

“You won't.” I reply with a croaky voice. She rises from the bed and marches over to me, anger blazing in her eyes.

“I can, I will!” She tries to walk past me, but I hold her arm and easily pull her back to stand in front of me. There's a soft look in my eyes as I stare deep into hers, but all I see in hers is anger and a little bit of hatred.