The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti)
Chapter 0181

Chapter 0181

RHEA'S POV.

The words that Lycan girl and every other Harem girl threw at my face in there hit me like the worse form of physical pain. My chest is rising and falling. My breaths are coming in too hard. I stop at the balcony qutside and the cold breeze whips my face, carrying my hair in the direction of its movement. My jaw tenses. My nostrils flare. I'm staring straight ahead into the pitch dark night with my thoughts tangled in words that are not mine.

... the one who has been sleeping with all the Lycan men...

...you tried to seduce my mate...

.... that one went on a fucking spree...

All those hateful words.

I'm now a laughing stalk in this Harem and Ashanti is to be held accountable for this. I did all this because of her.

I look down at the balcony, tears stinging in my eyes. Maybe I should jump down and end it all, but if I do, that would be proclaiming Ashanti the winner.

I hate her.

I've hated her since the day I first set my eyes on her even though we were only children at the time.

Growing up, our father tried his best to hide it, but I know Ashanti is his favorite daughter. The way talks to her, treats her or anything that has got to do with her. He loves her to bits because she's his first daughter and her mother was his one true mate.

I will never be as precious to him as Ashanti is. He has never loved us the same. Everything about his life revolves around Ashanti and that's one more reason why I can't stand her.

The day we stepped foot in this Harem, I swore to make life miserable for Ashanti. I persecuted and lied against her. I cooked up stories to make the other girls dislike her. I looked forward to seeing her suffer in this Harem and I did all I could to make that dream of mine come true, but every move I made was a mistake. Every calculated effort was a failure. Somehow, someone always showed up and saved her ass.

"Ashanti...

.." I whisper her name as I pound my fist against my forehead. I take in a long steady breath. It's like there's a million screams caught inside my chest, but I have to keep them all in because if I scream and cause a scene, everyone will know I'm losing to Ashanti.

A stubborn tear rolls down my cheek I hastily wipe away, but another one comes streaming down and another another, from both eyes. Soon, I'm muffling tiny sobs and trying to mop my face with my hands. I'm completely distraught by all what's going on.

Like Tessa rightly said, I went on a fucking spree and now I've become a laughing stalk to both the men and women in this pack. I have ruined my reputation with my own hands. Shame is not a feeling I've eve known, but right now it's drowning me, pulling me into a world I never

knew I could enter.

"Rhea." A voice calls from behind. I flinch without meaning to. The steady clipping sounds of the person's shoes makes me turn around abruptly, a feeling of relief washes over me when I see who it is. "Alina." I call, almost in a whisper. She flashes me a wide smile.

She's a girl I respect very much because she has assisted me a great deal in making life. unbearable for Ashanti in this Harem.

"Why are you crying?" She asks as she slowly approaches me. When she's close enough, she stops in front of me. I'm fighting with my tears and shaking my head. I don't want her to know. "Is it because of the rumour flying around?" I toss an anxious look in her direction. She chuckles. "You didn't think it'd reach me, did you?" She asks, still smiling. My shoulders fall. My head bows in dismay.

"I fucked up real bad."

"We all fuck up real bad sometimes." She says it so casually, one would think she fucks up for a living. My gaze meets hers. She gives me a playful wink. I am not amused.

"The consequences are hard to deal with." I calmly tell her. She sucks in a deep breath and crosses her arms over her breasts, her eyes trained on my face.

"That's because you choose to deal with them, when you can simply boycott them."

"Boycott them? What do you mean by that?" Now, I'm genuinely curious. She has this look on her face that tells me she's up to to something. There's a plan cooking in that head of hers and it's just a matter of time before she serves it hot to her victim, who is no one else, but Ashanti.

"Why brood and cry and feel frustrated with yourself when you can channel all that frustration to someone unsuspecting?"

"I...I..." I stutter wordlesly. "I don't think I understand what you mean by that."

"There's a terrible rumour spreading about you which makes you feel sad. Now, what are you going to do about that?"

"I have..."

"I know what you are going to do." She cuts me off. A ridge forms between my eyebrows as I give her a strange look. "You're going to distract yourself from thinking about the rumor, by causing trouble for Ashanti. I have the perfect plan that will bring her down once and for all." She winks at me again. I'm still confused.