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?