THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

REAGAN'S POV.

I've been called over to my chambers for an emergency, but that's not what's ringing in my mind right now as I'm being driven there. All I can think about is Ashanti and the fact that she is here, in this pack, with me. I had refused to believe all of this was reality until I set my eyes on her. Even after seeing all the pictures and posts on social media platforms and on the news, a part of me was still in complete shock and disbelief until we met in person.

Ashanti has always caught my attention as a beautiful woman, but what I saw a few minutes ago was beyond beauty. I cannot find the right words to describe it. I was astonished and only the Moon goddess knows how much I held myself back from pulling her into my arms and engulfing her in a bone crushing hug, never to let go again. All my senses were screaming for me to kiss her. To mark her right there. Claim her as mine.

I've missed her.

Goodness, I've missed her so much that what I want to do right now is order Ronald to reverse this car so I can go see her again. Maybe bundle her up and bring her with me to my chambers, but I know that would be a stupid and selfish move to make.

I lost her for two years and now she's back. The last thing I want is to push her away. Or make her hate me. As it is now, our relationship is already strained enough. I have so much to do in order to win her back and I cannot do that by starting on a bad foot. I have to tread cautiously else I'll lose her.

She's no longer the naive Harem girl whom I knew two years ago. She's a full grown woman with a successful career and a powerful mindset. She's my equal and I have to learn to treat her as one.

"I swear to the goddess Reagan, if you fuck things up again, I'm going go dormant and you know what you will go through if I go dormant." King threatens in my mind and his words cut deep into my heart. I pinch the bridge of my nose, letting out a heavy breath.

Yes. I know.

"King." I call within. "That's not going to happen. I made mistakes in the past and I've learned my lesson. There's no way I'm letting Ashanti slip out of my hands again. I promise you I'll do everything to win her back. It's just a matter of time and we'll be with our mate. Just stay calm and let me handle this."

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"Thank you."

I look out through the window when I feel the car come to a halt. Ronald unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car and immediately, my side of the car is opened by a guard. It's until I step out into the castle premises that I recall the reason why I'm here.

An emergency.

"What's going on?" I ask the guard who has a frightened look on my face. He bows again.

"My Lord. I... I cannot say it with my mouth. Please, come inside and see for yourself." The fear in his voice is palpable. I turn to Ronald who looks just as confused as I am about what's going on.

I don't feel good about this.

"Why don't you lead the way in?"

“At once, my Lord." He says with yet another bow before taking the lead. Ronald and I follow his lead and the closer we get to the main entrance door, the higher my anxiety levels get. The last time any guard of mine looked so alarmed when speaking to me was when Ashanti disappeared from her dungeon cell. I felt every kind of emotion within a single second.

When we arrive at the door, we step into the foyer that leads to the living room and immediately, a soft, familiar scent hits my nostrils.

All the hair on my body stands erect and shivers run down my spine as my eyes start searching around.

That smell.

I know I have perceived it before.

From someone.

It's the smell of a shewolf's pheromone. A pheromone I'm quite familiar with.

How on earth is that possible?

The only pheromone I'm capable of perceiving right now is Ashanti's and

she is nowhere near this castle at the moment. Besides, the smell I'm getting isn't Ashanti's pheromone. I could never mistake Ashanti's smell for anything else.

We finally step into the living room and my eyes are still hovering around. They finally fall on the on something... someone.

It's a young girl, sitting on a couch a few meters away from me with her head bowed down. Her disheveled hair is scattered all over her face so can't recognize her. I turn to Ronald and he gives me the same confused stare he gave me a while ago When I look back at the girl, she's staring right back at me and all the bones in my body dissolve when I recognize her.

Selena Morgan.

My ex-mate.

"What the fuck!" Ronald exclaims in shock behind me.

My limbs grow weak and I stagger before regaining my balance. It's almost impossible for me to hold myself upright. My heart is beating in nostrils and my entire body feels like I'm on fire.

I am stunned and speechless and

confused and scared as I stare at the haggered girl sitting on the couch Infront of me. Tears are pouring downs her cheeks like

waterfall. She looks so frail and my her

eyes don't miss the fact thand my

entire body and face is covered in bruises. She's hurt.

to

She's badly hurt.

"Alpha Reagan." She chokes my name in a small voice that's almost inaudible. Dynamites explode in my brain.

"Selena." I call back in shock. I want to take a step forward but my feet are not cooperating with my brain. They are glued to the floor. "What is going on?" I whisper in utter confusion.

She bursts into tears.

"I... I..." I stutter, stepping closer to her. "I thought you were dead. We found a body which we thought to be yours. What's... what's going on? How are you still alive?"

There are sirens spinning in my head as I try to understand what the fuck is going on right now.

I remember the ambush. There were many rogues. They got her. They killed her. We buried her deformed body...

Her deformed body...

Shit!

We buried someone else thinking it was Selena.

"It's... it's a long story. Right now I can't say anything because of my current state. I...”

"Let's get you to the hospital!" I turn to the guard. "Carry her. We're taking her to the hospital right now."

"Yes, Alpha.” The guard goes to carry her while I lead the way out of the house.

I would have done that myself, but shock and astonishment has drained all my strength.

Selena is alive.

Selena is back.

The mate I mourned for years was never dead and now I have two mates.

How on earth do I deal with this situation?