Ashton’s POV
I didn’t come here to meet anyone. I came here to drink and drown the bitter taste of Julissa from my mouth. I needed to feel the burn of liquor sliding down my throat until I forgot the way her lips used to part when she gasped under me, or how she laughed when she thought I wasn’t listening. I didn’t want to remember any of that tonight. I just wanted to be fucking numb.
But the second I smelled that scent, something inside me snapped like a wire pulled too tight.
My head jerked up before I even realized what I was doing.
The woman was standing by the bar with her dark hair tumbling past her shoulders. She wore black jeans that hugged her hips which swayed to the beat without effort. As though she felt someone looking at her, she whirled around and her eyes met mine, making my wolf howl loudly inside me.
Mate!
Shit I must have said it loud because the woman cocked her head and raised her brow at him like I’d told her she had spinach in her teeth.
Fuck.
She clearly didn’
