Mag-log inASHANTI’S POV. “Move in with me.” His shocking words reverberate in my mind. I stay frozen on my tracks, utterly gob smacked. That was the last thing I had on my mind he’d say. My heart rate increases as the seconds tick by. The serious look on his face remains unchanged. He can’t possibly be ser
After we are done eating, we both go to the living room and I stand at a considerable distance away from him, not knowing what to say to myself now that we are back to reality.“We should definitely talk about last night.” Alpha Regan proposes in a calm, quiet tone. My heart misses a beat when my ga
ASHANTI’S POV.“This is all your fault. You’re the one who asked me to hide. That was totally uncalled for!” Alpha Reagan accuses the moment I close the door and turn around. I heave out a silent sigh and start walking away from the door.He’s right.It was a stupid idea to have made him hide.I’m n
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY…ASHANTI’S POV.My eyes flutter open and the ceiling above comes into view. I’m in my room, lying on my bed and the rays of light peering through the little cracks of the window curtains on the other end of the room tell me it’s morning. I start to panic but then I rem
ASHANTI’S POV.A combination of shock and mind spinning sensations submerge me into a complete state of oblivion as our lips move in perfect synchrony. The stunning contact of our lips is all glowing, sparking warmth. Soft. Firm lips. His lips against mine. Passionate and urgent to say something to
Also, I really want to know why he’s here. And I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m sort of happy to see him.We read; We don’t judge.“He went out with a couple of friends. He said to tell you not to wait up for him because he’ll be back late.”“First, he went to the gym and now to an outing. Wow! He’s l
“There's nothing for you to be sorry about, Tess. If there's anyone between who has to apologise, it's me, not you.” I blink and pout my lips as I stare at her beautiful face. I never knew Tessa liked make-up. She looks so pretty with it on. “Tessa I cannot…” “Stop!” She says, holding her palm ou
ASHANTI'S POV. “Selena!” Alpha Reagan calls in a tone depicting concern as he steps into the ward. I follow suit. He walks over to the bed to meet her while I stop in my tracks and watch their interaction from afar. Selena is sitting upright on the bed, sobbing quietly as Alpha Reagan perches by he
REAGAN’S POV. I ask and watch all the color drain from her face as her brain interprets the question in her head. Her serious expression stretches into a mask of terror. She sucks in a deep breath and tries to look away from me, but I hold her gaze in mine, never letting go. I'm not going to give
“Oh my God!” I whisper with a shaky voice. “Why didn't I think of that?” “You have to be careful, Ash. I experienced something similar the tear I won Fashion King. A group of make and female designers ganged up against me and swore to get me disqualified from the competition. They messed up with my







