THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

Chapter 0318

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT.

ASHANTI'S POV.

“Mum!” Sheila calls furiously, seizing the cellphone from my hand, frowning like an angry bear. “What do you mean we have to stay here for another? You said we could come back home by evening!” Her voice is so loud, I'm sure people living five blocks away can hear her. I don't miss the occasional glares she shoots my way.

If we have to spend another day in this strange place – strange to me, but not to them – it will be because of me.

“Sheila…” our mother's voice comes through and she sounds sick and tired of Sheila's whining.

We all are.

“You can't come home yet because we have to make sure Alpha Reagan didn't leave his men behind to monitor us.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“And what has that got to do with me? I'm not the one trying to hide. She can stay here alone. Just let me come back home.” She whines.

“And I say no!” Mother's voice is firm and serious. “You will stay there with your sister and return home when I say so. That is not up for a debate!”

“She's not my…” Her sentence is cut short by the beeping sound of the phone. Mum just ended the call. “Sister.” She finishes her statement anyway. When she turns to face me again, the fire in her eyes nearly sends me six feet. She's so mad right now, I'm sure I would've gotten the beating of my life if I wasn't older than her. “This is all your fault!” She accuses, taking a step forward.

She's right. We're here, in another pack because of me.

Last night, Our mother got a call from her brother, the Alpha of the Blue Diamond Pack. He told her about Alpha Reagan's visit and mother immediately figured out the purpose of the visit. When she told me, I cried and begged her to hide me away from Alpha Reagan and after confirming with me for the hundredth time if that's what I really wanted, she sent us(the twins and myself) along with a few royal guards out of the pack and we were brought here. That's why Sheila is so angry at me right now.

“I have a sleepover party to attend tonight but I'll be missing that all thanks to you!” She screams yet again, her voice reverberating throughout the living room. Even Ryan who has been ignoring us all this time shoots her an irritated look. “Don't look at me like that. Blame of this on her!” She points her index finger at me and that's my undoing.

“Today’s Tuesday, which is a weekday. I highly doubt mum would've let you attend a sleepover even if we were home.”

“What did you just say?”

“I have been apologising since the moment we got here for any inconvenience caused by this sudden movement. Don't you think it was about time you gave me a break?” I ask calmly and she's completely taken aback by my question. She takes a step back, her gaze intensifies and she chuckles in total disbelief.

“Did you…” She's circling the same finger pointing at me a while ago around my face. “Did you just use that tone on me? Did you just ask me that question?”

“Yes, I just did.” I say firmly. She chuckles yet again, this time around,looking at her brother.

“Ryan, did you hear that?”

Ryan does not respond. She looks back at me.

“Look here…”

“I'm not looking anywhere.” I cut her mid sentence. “For the umpteenth time, I'm sorry for putting you through all this stress and I hope you never find yourself in this kind of situation because if you do and someone treats you the way you treat me, you'll be sorry!”

“Don't you dare raise your voice at me!”

“You've been doing that to me the whole day! Why? Are you the only one allowed to lose your cool? Why can't I raise my voice at you?”

“Because… because… because…” She stops when she realises she has no reason to give.

“Sheila.” Ryan finally acknowledges us. He rises to his feet and faces his twin sister who's breathing like she's going to explode soon. “She's right. Give her a break. She didn't mean for things to turn out this way for her.” With that, he starts heading for the staircase.

“Why are we being punished for her predicaments?” She shouts after her brother but he doesn't say anything else.

I have so much to say to her, but I'm scared. The least mean word I utter to her will reach our mother's ears and I don't know how she's going to take it.

I just have to keep dealing with her bitchy attitude until she decides to change.

“This is so unfair!” She stomps her right leg on the ground and storms out of the house. I'm left all alone in the living room, contemplating all my life decisions.

Maybe I should've just let Alpha Reagan find me. I don't think I can handle another sibling rivalry.