THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE novel Chapter 364

REAGAN'S POV.

“None of your business.”

Those words Ashanti uttered landed me a blow and I'm struck and speechless as I process them.

She's going out on a date with a man. A man called Leonard. I have no idea from where this man borrowed the audacity to approach and try to woo a woman he very well knows is mated to his King, but I'm going to end it.

Ashanti is my mate… my wife to be… my Luna. I won't let anyone take her away from me.

Just then, my phone rings in my suit jacket, startling me with it's abrupt intrusion into the quiet atmosphere in the car. I quickly fish out the blasting phone and stare at the screen, expecting to see either Kyle or Ronald's names on the caller ID, but it's neither of them. The name I see makes something in my chest twinge.

I nonchalantly swipe the answer icon and hold the phone up to my ears.

“Hello Selena.” My voice is rough and impractical. I expect to hear Selena's calm and sorrowful voice, but what feels my ears is far from that.

“My Lord Alpha…” An almost crying woman speaks. “Forgive me for calling you like this. I ran out of options.”

“Can I Know who's speaking? Where's Selena.”

“It's Nessa speaking, My Lord. One of the servants in charge of taking care of Selena, my Lord. She's ill and has been so for the past two days. She won't let us bring her to the hospital or call a pack doctor over. She won't let us call you either and we're worried about her. Please come over.”

“I'm on my way.” I end the call and hold the phone in a tight grip.

“Jared.” I call my driver. “Drive me to Selena's apartment.”

“Right away, Alpha.”

I lean against my seat and squeeze my eyes shut. My stomach is quivering madly.

It is true.

“One of your servants called.” I place the back of my palm on her forehead to feel her temperature. She isn't burning, but she's warmer than she's supposed to be. She's also sweating profusely.

“She didn't have to call you. I'm going to be fine.” That statement of hers grates my nerves. I heave out a frustrated sigh and plaster my gaze on her face again.

“When did it start?”

“The fever?”

“Yes Selena, the fever.”

“The day you brought me here. It started that night.”

“That was three nights ago. Selena, you've been sleeping with a fever for three nights now? Why didn't you call me?”

“When you left that night, I thought you'd come check up on me the next day but you didn't. Another day passed and you'd still not showed up and I figured it was because you were very busy. I didn't want to bother you or be a nuisance.” Her voice is less than a whisper when she says the last statement and she's no longer looking at me. Her gaze is on her fingers which are playing with each other on her lap below.