The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti)
Chapter 0252

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN.

ASHANTI'S POV.

I waited all day and for the better part of the night for Alpha Reagan, but he didn't show up. He didn't come to see me and I fell asleep with a million worrisome thoughts ringing in my mind. I couldn't help but ask myself what was going on and why he was treating me the way he did.

He said he loved me and I know that's true because we are true mates. He said he wanted to be with me. The last time we fought he even let it slip that he was willing to make me his Luna, but when I told him about my desire to leave, he turned into something else and right now, I'm scared of him.

I'm terrified of him because I have no idea what he's capable of doing to me. From now on, I'll be keen and vigilant. As much as I love him, as much as I want to be with him, I can't because if I do, I'm never going to be happy. Alina will make sure of that.

I have to find a way to escape. It's going to be difficult and he might catch me during my first attempt, but I'm never going to stop trying. One thing for sure is that I will leave this castle and this pack as a whole one way or the other.

Sighing heavily, I step down from the bed and saunter into the bathroom where I do my business and freshen up. When I return to the bedroom, I'm startled to see the maid, Lizzy, step out of the closet into the bedroom.

"Lizzy!" I call, startled, fisting the belt of the bathing rob I have on. She calmly nods her head.

"Good morning, Ashanti."

"Good morning." I reply almost lifelessly, still stunned by the fact that she's acting like it's okay for her to just show up in here at anytime.

"It's a good thing you've already showered. I brought you some fresh clothes, you can change into them while I arrange your bed and bring your breakfast." She reports and proceeds to busy herself with making the bed. I stay glued to my spot, staring at her in awe as she carries the thick, heavy comforter and sets aside on a nearby chair.

"Where's Alpha Reagan?" I ask in a small voice. That's all that matters to me right now. His whereabouts. What he intends to do with me now that he's had me locked up in here like I was a prisoner. Lizzy stops lifting the pillows and tugs a look in my direction. I swallow dryly when her I tense gaze touches my face.

I can see right through her fake smile and gentle voice.

She hates me and she dreads the fact that she's here, serving me.

Another reason why I'm so mad at Reagan. Maybe if he had announced from the first day we met that we were mates, the subjects would have liked me. Maybe a few of them would've objected, but by now, they would have warmed up to me and I wouldn't have servants dreading the idea of being in my service.

He has deprived me of every right and privilege I'm supposed to have as his mate and I will not forgive him for that!

"I asked you a question, Lizzy. Where is Alpha Reagan?" I ask, a lot more firmly this time around. The woman lets out a small sigh before turning to look at me again.

"The Alpha is still asleep in his bedroom."

"Please I need you to tell him I want to see him."

"Being an owl or raven to transmit your messages is not in my job description." She lashes out in an irritated tone. I am momentarily taken aback by her sudden outburst. "If you want to see the Alpha, you'll have to wait for him to report to you at a time he feels is convenient for him. Now, stop feeling so entitled and go put on some clothes before you catch a cold." She says and goes back to picking up the pillows on the bed. The tension between us is palpable and I can feel my stomach quivering madly. She doesn't even look bothered about the fact that I could report her disrespectful attitude to the Alpha and she'd be punished. She cares less.

I clear my throat and toss a look in her direction again.

"Then can you do me a favor?" I ask as politely as I can. She looks up at me, clearly irritated by the fact that I'm still talking to her. "It gets lonely being here all by myself the entire day. Can I at least have my only friend over? I will lose my mind if I spend another day locked up in here."

"I'm sorry I can't help you." Then she resumes her work.

Tired of having a very fruitless conversation with her, I head into the closet to put on clothes.

Reagan will get it hot from me the next time we meet.