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CHAPTER 76: ECHOES OF HER VOICE.

Author: Royce Wrights
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-10 23:37:19

POV: Asher Nightshade.

Asher leaned against the gnarled oak tree, its rough bark pressing into his back as he stared at the twilight sky. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. His fingers traced the edge of the silver pendant hanging from his neck—a small, worn thing shaped like a crescent moon. It was the only piece of her he had left. His mother. The memory of her face was a blur now, like a photograph left too long in the sun, but her voice… her voice still lingered, soft and steady, in the quiet corners of his mind.

He closed his eyes, and the world slipped away.

He was six, maybe seven, sitting cross-legged on a threadbare rug in a cramped apartment. The walls were yellowed, peeling at the corners, but the room felt warm, alive with the smell of chamomile tea and the faint hum of a radio playing some old song. His mother knelt in front of him, her hands gentle as she tied a loose shoelace on his sneaker. Her hair was dark, like his, but streaked with stran
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  • Alpha’s Claimed Mate   CHAPTER 76: ECHOES OF HER VOICE.

    POV: Asher Nightshade. Asher leaned against the gnarled oak tree, its rough bark pressing into his back as he stared at the twilight sky. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. His fingers traced the edge of the silver pendant hanging from his neck—a small, worn thing shaped like a crescent moon. It was the only piece of her he had left. His mother. The memory of her face was a blur now, like a photograph left too long in the sun, but her voice… her voice still lingered, soft and steady, in the quiet corners of his mind.He closed his eyes, and the world slipped away.He was six, maybe seven, sitting cross-legged on a threadbare rug in a cramped apartment. The walls were yellowed, peeling at the corners, but the room felt warm, alive with the smell of chamomile tea and the faint hum of a radio playing some old song. His mother knelt in front of him, her hands gentle as she tied a loose shoelace on his sneaker. Her hair was dark, like his, but streaked with stran

  • Alpha’s Claimed Mate   CHAPTER 76: ECHOES OF HER VOICE.

    POV: Asher Nightshade. Asher leaned against the gnarled oak tree, its rough bark pressing into his back as he stared at the twilight sky. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. His fingers traced the edge of the silver pendant hanging from his neck—a small, worn thing shaped like a crescent moon. It was the only piece of her he had left. His mother. The memory of her face was a blur now, like a photograph left too long in the sun, but her voice… her voice still lingered, soft and steady, in the quiet corners of his mind.He closed his eyes, and the world slipped away.He was six, maybe seven, sitting cross-legged on a threadbare rug in a cramped apartment. The walls were yellowed, peeling at the corners, but the room felt warm, alive with the smell of chamomile tea and the faint hum of a radio playing some old song. His mother knelt in front of him, her hands gentle as she tied a loose shoelace on his sneaker. Her hair was dark, like his, but streaked with stran

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