THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE

Chapter 180

Chapter 0180 For the first time in years, I can see genuine fear in Rhea’s eyes. Having a Lycan girl confront you like this is not good at all. “Are you Rhea?” Asks the girl very calmly as she approaches the table. Rhea daintily nods her head. The girl’s expression darkens. My heart is beating fast as though I’m the one in Rhea’s position. “So, you’re the famous Rhea. The one who’s been sleeping with all the Lycan men around here. Whether mated or unmated.” S**t! If it’s what I think it is, then Rhea is finished completely. “I… I…” Rhea stutters nervously. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Oh yeah? Then maybe I should present you some evidence.” The girl furiously opens the nylon in her hand and empties its content on the table. Thongs, bras lingeries and see through nightdresses drop on the table, spreading over it to the floor. The entire cafeteria is filled with gasps and laughter from the other girls. I’m just looking at that table, stunned. “I’m sure these look familiar.” Rhea is looking at the items in complete shock. “L… I…” Rhea stutters wordlessly. “You what?” She’s rudely cut off by the girl. “The other girls whose mates you’ve slept with panned to come over here and give you a proper beating, but I begged them not to do so on your behalf. I’m sure you must be wondering which of the men you tried to mess with was mine.” Oh, I’m dying to know that, okay? Based on her looks and the aura she exudes, her mate must be a very rich man in this pack, if not a high ranking official. “Beta Ronald.” The girl announces and a loud gasp escapes my lips. “He’s my mate.” Beta Ronald! She’s Beta Ronald’s mate. The same man I delivered s**s to, unaware. I would be rotting in a dungeon cell by now if Alpha Reagan had not intervened. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

What was Rhea thinking! “You tried to seduce my mate. You tried to get him to sleep with you, but failed and then you thought it wise to send him all these. Are you missing a few screws in that head of yours? Don’t you know what you’re supposed to do when you approach a man and find out he’s 1/3 +15 BONUS taken?” She asks furiously but Rhea doesn’t say anything. She’s looking at the bougie girl like she has suddenly grown two heads. “I hear you’ve been f**g all the Lycan men around here, but I’m here to tell you something.” She leans closer to Rhea. “If you try this nonsense with my man again, I’ll break your neck. Is that understood?” She asks with raised brows. Rhea still doesn’t respond. She fiercely grabs Rhea’s chin and lifts her head up so they are staring straight into each other’s eyes. “When I ask you a question, you reply to me, girl. Is that understood?” She asks in a harsh tone. Rhea nods her head. “Yes.” Rhea blurts out in fear. “Yes, it’s understood.” “Good.” She lets go of Rhea’s chin and stands up straight. “I’ve got my eyes on you. One wrong move and you’ll be food for the vultures.” She slams the table hard, causing almost everyone to jolt in their seats in fear. All eyes are on her as she saunters out of the cafeteria with an eternal frown masked on her face. The Cafeteria is still quiet several seconds after she leaves. My eyes are on Rhea. I can see her fighting her tears as she picks up her undies one by each, shoving them into the nylon. I don’t feel sorry for her at all. Serves her right. “That one when on a f**g spree.” Tessa breaks the uncomfortable silence and everyone bursts into laughter. I shoot her a warning look. “Tessa. Stop!” “Please Ashanti, she got what she deserves.” “Yes, she did!” Kelly chimes in and I shoot her a hostile glare. “For once, talk trash about your sister when she messes up.” That’s Tessa. I roll my eyes at her and

shake my head. “What difference will it make?” “It’ll make you feel good.” She insists and I keep shaking my head. “Just eat your food.” I tell both of them and focus on mine. As I eat my eyes keep scratching to look at Rhea and after many seconds of trying to hold myself back from turning to look in her direction, but I finally give in. She’s done clearing the table of her underwear. Most of the girls are laughing and pointing fingers at her. The same girls who used to adore her. Who she considered her friends are the ones mocking her right now. She must feel like trash. With tears glistering in her eyes, she storms out of the cafeteria, leaving her food untouched. She had better get something to eat out there because if she doesn’t, hunger is going to sing hymns and lullabies to her tonight.