THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

Chapter 0303

REAGAN'S POV.

"Are you sure?" I ask anyway and he calmly nods his head.

"Yes, I assure you that I'm perfectly okay. Now... how about you go to the back seat so I can drive you to your office. The elders should be waiting for you by now."

Ah. Yes. The elders.

The meeting is to be held today.

The meeting where I'll dissolve the council and probably start another war in the pack.

"I'm riding shotgun today."

"Oh no..." He's fervently shaking his head as though I proposed to drive. "No way! That's not going to happen!"

"I'd like to see you try to uproot me from this front seat and plant my ass back there." I adjust on the seat and stare right ahead, keeping a very straight face.

"It's not safe."

"According to you, is there anything that's ever safe for me?" I give him a side eye that makes him sigh in exasperation.

“I just... I...” He stutters, frustration written in bold on his forehead as he looks left around as though he expects to find something to say hanging on the dark car windows. "Oh, fuck it!" He finally gives up, nearly hitting the life out of the poor steering wheel. "Sit whenever you want!"

"I was still going to do that even without your approval, Kyle."

"Of course you were!" He murmurs in defeat as he ignites the car engine. As he drives away, I give one last quick glance at the execution arena that grows smaller as the goes car farther from in.

It's finally over!

Our meaningless banter continues throughout the ride to my office. When I arrive at the conference room, the eight elders are seated around the conference table, patiently waiting for me to arrive. Ronald is already waiting as well. After the formal greetings and pleasantries, I take my seat and so do the others.

The next five minutes go by with me staring intensely at the eight elders as I search my mind and soul, trying to see if I can find a good reason to change my mind about dissolving this council, but I see none.

Since the day of my coronation, more than half of this lot seated before me has done nothing but object and criticise every decision I made regarding the pack and my personal life.

Even after the bloody battle that took away the life of my former mate, these men looked me in the eye and...

Tss...

I don't wanna go there. Thinking about my ex-mate hurts and it doesn't fail to remind me of my current mate, Ashanti, who is nowhere to be found. Let's go back to the issue at hand.

I abandon my thoughts and clear my throat.

"I'm sure you all have a lot to say about the recent events that have been happening in this pack

past days.” I say, looking at each one faces. Some of them are

nodding in agreement Bet

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"Well..." Elder Malcom says after a short pause. "It's been a rollercoaster of events and right now everyone is confused as to..."

"Confused?" Lask in an amused

tone. Something like a small smile perches at the side of my lips, but the sight of the balding man seated before me stirs up so much anger in my heart that makes the smite on my face flee for its dear life.

Confused.

Confused!

Hah!

"What's there to be confused about, Elder Malcolm?" My voice is calm and steady despite my burning urge to bang my fist against this table and scold him at the top of my voice.

"The thing is... one minute, Ashanti is the one on the hot seat and the next minute it is Alina and she just got hanged, before all of us seated here. It's just, you know, hard to process and completely understand. I'm in shock. We..." He says pointing to the rest of the crew. "Are all in

shock."

"Shock you say." I breathe heavily and make myself more comfortable on my seat. My eyes stay on his wrinkled face. "Or are you just disappointed that Alina was the one who got hanged, not Ashanti?"

"No!" A chorus response comes through from all of them. "Never!"

I chuckle lightly and shake my head.

Old crooks.