Chapter 8

Asher’s POV

The scent of vanilla and roses wafted from the staircase to the dinning, indicating the Raven is on her way down. 

Raven came down and walked towards the dinning looking all radiant and beautiful in the dress I picked out for her.

My wolf purred at her sight. The short yellow dress stopping at her knees, was stunning on her, guess I picked out the right size. 

The neckline and waist had thin strips of delicate lace with floral pattern emphasizing the deep-v neckline, showing a hint of cleavage, more fitted around her curves.

The color was a perfect match to her blond hair, accentuating the color of her eyes. Her curves were enticing to touch. 

She rocked the dress so well my wolf wanted to claim her here and now in the presence of all our staff to show that she belongs to us.

“Absolutely perfect” I murmured, standing up to meet her by the landing. 

I could feel the tension rolling off her as I neared. Too scared to look up at me, instead stared at her feet.

I raised my hand to bring her chin up so she could look up at me, suddenly she flinched, trying to evade my hand, as if I was going to hit her.

Someone had hit her before. I had to find out everything she has been through before no matter what.

But first I’ve to take care of my mate, make sure she’s well comfortable. I railed in my anger so as not to scare her further.

“You look beautiful Raven,” I say, smiling down at her. I could see her blush so red in embarrassment. 

Doubt anyone has ever complimented her such. Well she better start getting used to it, I plan on complimenting my mate’s beauty all the time.

“Come on, let’s eat now” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the dining table. 

The table has been set with a variety of food. On cue, Raven’s stomach growled at the sight of the food.

“Eat Raven, you’re clearly hungry” I said slowly, handing her a dish to serve herself. She took small portions of the food, not quite enough for even a pup to eat.

“Is that all you’re having”

“Yes, that’s all”

“But why? You’re clearly starving and that doesn't seem like it can fill you”

“I’m not used to having a lot to eat, so little portions are okay for me” she replies in a small tone

Gripping the fork in my hand so tight I thought the cutlery was going to break, trying hard to reign my wolf in and suppress our anger. 

What kind of treatment has she been subjected to? We’ll be visiting this conversation soon.

“Eat more Raven or I'll have to force feed you myself” I say with a little force and command to my tone.

She flinched at that, but took more food on her plate and started eating.

I couldn't help but stare at her lips as she ate, it seems my mate did add a little lipstick on her lips.

If she did that to try and gain my attention, she got it already, everything she does gains my attention.

I don't think Raven realizes just how much she means to me. Nothing she does can ever displease me.

The way she slowly moans as she takes a bite of her food, goes straight to my groin.

Making me think of dirty things and how to have my wicked way to her.

She seems so gentle and fragile right now that I think I might break her.

My wolf snaps at me, I guess he doesn't like the idea of breaking our mate.

“You're really the epitome of perfection Raven. I'm happy to see that you're enjoying your meal.” I said to her,

She looks up from her meal and gives me a small smile.