MasukASHANTI’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
ASHANTI'S POV.The moment the guard is out of sight, my eyes travel back to the tray sitting on the floor below. My stomach rumbles at the side of the dishes. I am famished, but there's no way I'm putting any of that into my mouth. My mind travels to Alpha Reagan and I curse him again for not markin
REAGAN’S POV. “What’s with the goofy smile on your face?” I ask, blindly strapping on my seatbelt with my gaze focused on Kyle who’s behind the steering wheel. That stupid smile crept on his face the moment I stepped into this car. “Nothing.” He answers and I know he’s lying. I adjust myself on my
ASHANTI'S POV. “Why did you suddenly get so eager to get into the car?” Asks Reagan as he straps on his seatbelt. I nearly roll my eyes at him. “I know it isn't because of what I said.” “Are you blind? Didn't you see the amount of people who were already giving us weird looks? Some even stopped in
ASHANTI'S POV. “Back at the club you said there's something important you wanted to discuss with me, but you've done nothing but stared at me throughout our ride here. Do you have any idea how creepy that is?” I ask once the car comes to halt in the driveway of the building premises. He simply chuc







