The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 323

TWO YEARS LATER.

ASHANTI'S POV.

“Mum, I'm sorry, but your makeup was taking too much time so Ryan and I had to leave first.” I cry over the phone and my mother snorts in derision on the other end.

“You children will never give me a break!”

“See you at the conference hall Ma. Bye bye.” I hang up and throw the phone into my purse, letting out a heavy sigh.

As she gets older, her love for make-up grows stronger and that frustrates everyone at home, including my step-father, Michael.

I look through the window and notice that we just arrived at the building premises. The driver drives towards the main entrance of the building and the moment he parks, a guard dressed in a black suit opens the car door for me and I step out elegantly with my purse in my left hand. My eyes rake up along the length of the tall building standing before me and a smile spreads on my face.

I did it!

Two years ago, my mother asked me what I'd love to do since I was free to live my life the way I wanted and I chose to take up fashion and design. With the the help of my mother and Michael and even my uncle, the Alpha of this Pack, I was able to receive the training I needed without my identity being revealed. After my training, My mother and I started a Fashion and Design company called Thread Treasure Creations, normally called TTC which has grown to become the biggest and most successful fashion and design company in the pack. I'm the Chief Designer of the company while my mother is the CEO. However, only a few key designers who signed iron-clad NDAs in the presence of the Alpha of the Pack, know me.

The rest of the workers and pack members do not know who the nameless and faceless Chief Designer is. There have been speculations about who the person may be and a few people have even claimed to be me, but have been exposed. I work in private with my designers and the only thing the public gets to see from me are my final designs which are always the talk of the town.

These two years have been the best years of my life. I live with a family that loves me to bits and treats me well. I'm doing what I enjoy, what I'm good at doing at my own pace. There's no one to give me orders. There are no slanders or hardships. I'm just living life the way I had always wished, but right now, I feel like all of that is about to end because today is the day I reveal my identity to the public.

“This way, Miss.” One of the guards I left home with says he starts leading the way in the building.

“I don't want you to escort me. I'll go by myself.” The three guards give me shocked gazes and I give them a curt nod.