The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 0110

“Ashanti.” I’m once more jabbed out of my thoughts by his deep voice. I drag my gaze in his direction.

“Alpha Reagan.”

“News just reached me that Hayley has been found lifeless in her cell.” His words sink into my ear and travel up to my brain for interpretation.

Hayley.

Lifeless.

In her cell.

Horror spreads through my body like poison.

“What?” I shriek. My temperature shoots up to a hundred degrees. Hot sweat rolls down from my temple to my chin. My body is trembling.

“Hayley is dead.” He repeats the sentence in another way. My knees finally give way and I drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I am weak and lifeless like Hayley’s body back in her cell. “No,” I whisper. “No, that can’t be true”

“I’m going to see for myself. Do you want to come with me, or stay here and gather your thoughts?”

Thoughts be damned!

I pick myself up from the floor and fly to the door. The ride to the dungeon is eerily silent. I am too shocked to say anything or even cry. All the color has drained from my face and I look like a ghost.

Hayley is dead.

My bra refused to register that news.

That can’t be true.

We spoke a few hours ago and yes, she did look like a mess, but only because she had been crying. She didn’t look sick. She didn’t look like she was hurting somewhere. How on earth did she die all of a sudden?

When we arrive at the dungeon, a guard leads us to the hallway that leads to Hayley’s cell. “Ashanti.” Alpha Reagan calls, looking at me with so much concern in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re in the right mind to see her dead body?” I don’t answer that question. My legs carry me to Hayley’s cell and the moment my eyes fall on her lifeless body lying on the floor with foam. in her mouth, my heart twists suddenly and I fall to the ground. The tears in my eyes break loose and I wail in pain.

“She was poisoned.” A guard reports to Alpha Reagan. “Someone managed to sneak something into her food. We are currently doing all we can to trace that person.”

“Hayley,” I call, stretching my hand towards her.

Guilt pangs my heart because I know this was because of me. They killed Hayley because of me. I’m the reason she had to die so u

“Take her to the morgue and contact her parents. And for the culprit, get Beta Ronald on the case. I want him or her found within the next twenty–four hours.”

She died knowing I believed she was innocent.