THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Oh..." One of the girls exclaims in amusement as she listens to her colleague trash talk me.

"I was so shocked to find out that she's the Chief Designer at TTC. I won't be surprised if she makes other people draw those designs and claim them as hers. She looks like the kind of person who would do that!" I quickly look away from them when I feel they are about to turn in my direction.

"I know, right? And I won't be surprised at all if she wins this competition. She's mated to the Lycan King. He knows what buttons to press to ensure that." Another girl adds.

I let out a quiet sigh and contemplate whether to ignore them and walk away or go over and confront them. I finally decided to do the former after thinking very hard.

Back then, when I was still a Harem girl at the Lycan Harem, one of the reasons why the other Harem girls kept cooking up and spreading absurd rumours about me was because I never confronted them whenever they did so. I let them get away with everything they did to me. I'm not going to let that happen again.

I am no longer a Harem girl with zero social status. I'm a famous designer who owns a Fashion and Designer company. I have a reputation to uphold. I fought and worked very hard to get to where I am today and I'm not going to allow a bunch of ignorant wenches ruin my reputation. I have a lot to lose if that happens.

So, with an elegant smile on my face, I take calm, graceful steps towards the girls who are so engrossed in their gossip that they do not see me approaching them.

"She doesn't deserve to be in this competition with us." The blond haired girl amongst them, adds and I look at her.

"Is that so?" I ask calmly, quietly and the three girls turn to face me. Silent gasps of shock escape their lips. Their eyes and mouths widen in shock when they see me. The smile on my face disappears and is replaced with a deadpan expression.

There's absolutely nothing to smile about right now.

“Ashanti!" One of the girls finally calls almost lifelessly.

"In flesh and blood."

“Uh... um..." She stutters, her eyes flickering to her friends, begging them to step in and help her out. I decide to end her misery by talking instead. "Do you girls have anything you'd like to say to me?"

"No. Why do you ask?" One of the other girls asks, flashing me a fake smile.

Now, I really regret coming here to confront them. They are nothing but cowards who can't say their mean words to my face. I should have ignored them..

But I'm already here so, let's get this over with.

"Because it seems to me like there's a lot of things about me that's bothering you girls. And also, I heard what you girls said about me." I watch the colour drain from their faces as they exchange shocking looks.

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I was standing just a few metres away from them and they weren't even conversing in hushed tones. Their words were very loud and clear.

"You say I'm not a good designer.

That I steal people's designs and

claim them as mine, you think I can only win this competition by virtue of the fact that I'm mated to Alpha Reagan. That he'll push buttons for that to happen? Is that how low you think of your Lycan King and would you like me to tell him what you all think of him?"

Fear spreads across their faces like wildfire. I watch in amazement as they stare at each other, unable to utter a word to me.

We all engage in a heated staring competition for several moments before one of the girls finally clears her throat and says;

"I'm... I mean... we are sorry for

trash-talking you. It was just a

moment of weakness on our end. It won't happen again. Please don't tell

the Lycan King about this. Please." The other girls join her in the beginning and I simply shake my head.

I better get out of here.

These girls are not worth my time.

"You all better watch your tongues, because next time, I won't be lenient with you. Keep my name out of your dirty mouths!” With that, I turn on my heels and walk away from their intoxicating presence. I can feel their scorching gazes accompanying me témy work space where my team members are already gathered.

From now on, I won't let anyone

trash-talk me and walk away. I can also be a bitch!