The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 0181 

RHEA’S POV. 

The words that Lycan girl and every other Harem girl threw at my face in there hit me like the worse form of physical pain. My chest is rising and falling. My breaths are coming in too hard. I stop at the balcony qutside and the cold breeze whips my face, carrying my hair in the direction of its movement. My jaw tenses. My nostrils flare. I’m staring straight ahead into the pitch dark night with my thoughts tangled in words that are not mine. 

… the one who has been sleeping with all the Lycan men… 

…you tried to seduce my mate… 

…. that one went on a fucking spree… 

All those hateful words. 

I’m now a laughing stalk in this Harem and Ashanti is to be held accountable for this. I did all this because of her. 

I look down at the balcony, tears stinging in my eyes. Maybe I should jump down and end it all, but if I do, that would be proclaiming Ashanti the winner. 

I hate her. 

I’ve hated her since the day I first set my eyes on her even though we were only children at the time. 

Growing up, our father tried his best to hide it, but I know Ashanti is his favorite daughter. The way talks to her, treats her or anything that has got to do with her. He loves her to bits because she’s his first daughter and her mother was his one true mate. 

I will never be as precious to him as Ashanti is. He has never loved us the same. Everything about his life revolves around Ashanti and that’s one more reason why I can’t stand her. 

The day we stepped foot in this Harem, I swore to make life miserable for Ashanti. I persecuted and lied against her. I cooked up stories to make the other girls dislike her. I looked forward to seeing her suffer in this Harem and I did all I could to make that dream of mine come true, but every move I made was a mistake. Every calculated effort was a failure. Somehow, someone always showed up and saved her ass. 

“Ashanti… 

..” I whisper her name as I pound my fist against my forehead. I take in a long steady breath. It’s like there’s a million screams caught inside my chest, but I have to keep them all in because if I scream and cause a scene, everyone will know I’m losing to Ashanti. 

A stubborn tear rolls down my cheek I hastily wipe away, but another one comes streaming down and another another, from both eyes. Soon, I’m muffling tiny sobs and trying to mop my face with my hands.