THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

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 her the chance to look away and cook up a lie to tell me.

She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out of it. I watch her throat bubble as she swallows dryly and her entire body grows tense.

I had a tiny shred of hope that all what I heard from Kyle was false, but after seeing her react to the question in this manner, I am fully convinced that she lied.

"I... I uh..." She stutters, her voice shaky. "I didn't."

"And you're still lying to me." I look away from her and laugh lightly before staring back. "You had a boyfriend whom you'd been dating since you were fifteen years old. Three years prior to us finding each other. Is that true or false?"

“Alpha Reagan, what are you talking about?" She asks in a suffocated whisper.

"Are you trying to feign innocence?"

"No... I'm just..."

"Then answer the question. Honestly."

"I..." She stops and lets out a defeated sigh. "Yes. I did."

"Why did you lie when I asked about it five years ago ?"

“Because I thought you'd be disgusted by me if you knew I had a boyfriend."

"Were you even raped? Or was that another lie?" Her eyes turn glassy with tears. Her chest is rising and falling heavily as she lets out short, shallow breaths. Her lips are trembling.

"I'm sorry." She whimpers and the tears in her eyes break loose. She presses her fingers to her lips and sobs quietly as her tears spill down her cheeks. Every sobbing sound that leaves her mouth grates on my nerves. She's lucky she's a girl, I would have punched the living hell out of her face right now.

"So, you lied about being a victim of rape."

"I only lied because I was scared to lose you."

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"Yes. I swear!" She insists.

"What about the fact that you kept

seeing the guy even after you accepted me as your mate. You were cheating on me with him." spill out in fury and she recoils in horror. Her eyes grow wide in shock as she looks at me. I nod my head. "Yeah. I know that too."

She starts shaking her head.

"Don't even try to deny it. I know you were seeing Zach when we were together. And also know that Zach's uncle is Logan Wright. The Alpha who ambushed us five years ago. The ambush that led to your alleged death." I take two steps closer to her. "All of this discovery has me wondering and asking myself questions." She leaps back when I get to close. "Selena, were you even abducted like you claim?"

"Yes, I was! I swear I was."

"Right now I can't help but doubt every word that comes out of your mouth. Were you abducted like you claim? Did your kidnapper always hide his face? Were you locked up and tortured in a room for five years? Are any of these theories true?"

She bursts into tears. The tears cooking in her eyes spill down like a waterfall and soon, she's wailing and wheezing and choking and splintering into tear drops and I don't feel sorry for her. Not one bit.

Without saying a word, I place my index finger underneath her chin and gently raise her tear-drenched face so she can look at me again. Her crimson eyes are glistering with tears and she's sniffling like a child.

"Tell me the truth." I urge in a low voice.

"What I told you before was nothing but the truth. I was abducted by a man whose face I never saw. I was locked up in a cell for five years." "Then prove it."

A thunderbolt of confusion strikes in her eyes.

"Huh?"

"Prove it by tracing your movements back to where you were locked up. That's all I need from you."

“But I don't know how to find my way there."

"If that's the case then, don't expect my visits anymore. I'll only come over when you finally decide to tell me what I need to hear. Good night." “Alpha Reagan.” She calls, grabbing my right arm in a firm hold and stopping me from taking a step forward. I turn to her with a side eye that causes her to instantly let go of me and take a take a step back.

"What?"

"Please don't do this."

"Call me when you are ready to talk." And with that, I exit the bedroom, this time around, uninterrupted.

Kyle will be so mad when when he finds out I had this conversation with her. He warned me not to reveal too much about what we know, but I've done the exact opposite.

I couldn't keep any of it in.