Chapter Eighteen

Asher

I remained sorting out documents even though my mind was miles away, locked onto flaming red hair and blue eyes.

I decided to change my treatment of her, paying attention to details the pack doctor informed me of.

Avoiding any strenuous work? I changed her post.

Needed to be nourished properly? I ordered the pack kitchen to curate a fuller nutrient meal for her.

It was all worth it, all for the greater cause of getting her to trust me. It definitely wasn't for any other reason aside from finding out what wretched waste if a man could have treated someone so badly. Most of all it was solely as she was my pack member.

I ignored the constant purr with every decision I made Telling me that I was 'taking care of mate' and 'being a good mate'. There was nothing about that.

Truly.

I had expected one thing from her from approaching her in the night. Perhaps a word of appreciation. A part of me had expected her to follow through with her emotionless veneer-although expectations and what