He smirked. “You eat, don’t you?” She stared at him. “I—of course, but…” She hesitated. “What are you making?” Asher opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of ground meat. “yambeef.” Elena blinked again. The powerful Alpha—the man who had just silenced an entire pack with a single growl—was now casually talking about yambeef. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be more confused. Still, something about the abrupt change in mood made her relax. At least a little. She folded her arms, tilting her head. “You cook?” Asher glanced at her. “Do I look like someone who doesn’t?” Elena hesitated. “…Honestly?” One brow arched. “Careful, Elena.” A small, unexpected smile tugged at her lips. For a moment, the weight of the day lifted, and she allowed herself to simply watch him move around the kitchen. The way he effortlessly grabbed ingredients, the way he seemed completely at ease in his own space. Her gaze drifted across the room again—the wooden beams, the large
His grip was firm—possessive. One hand settled on her thigh, the warmth of his touch burning through the thin fabric of her leggings. The other cupped her jaw, tilting her face upward until her gaze was locked onto his. “You are not a runt,” he murmured, his voice dark, low, and unwavering. “And I don’t ever want to hear you say it again.” Elena’s pulse pounded. “But—” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, silencing her. “You are mine.” The words sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her dizzy in a way she didn’t understand. She should pull away. She should tell him he was wrong. But the intensity in his eyes held her still. “You don’t see it yet, do you?” he whispered, his grip on her thigh tightening just enough to make her breath hitch. Elena swallowed hard. “See what?” His expression darkened, his fingers flexing against her skin. “How perfect you are.” A sharp inhale left her lips. He was too close. His words were too much. “Asher, I—” She never
“Eat.” Elena blinked, staring blankly at the plate in front of her. Her mind was still stuck on what had just happened—on the way Asher had kissed her, on the way his hands had held her so securely, as if she would disappear if he let go. But now, he was acting like nothing happened, like her entire world hadn’t just been flipped upside down. “Elena.” She flinched at the sound of her name, snapping out of her daze. Asher’s golden eyes were locked onto her, filled with something between amusement and concern. He gestured toward the plate of food he had set in front of her just moments ago. “You need to eat,” he repeated, his voice softer this time. Elena swallowed, glancing down at the food. She should be hungry—she hadn’t eaten properly in what felt like days. But the turmoil of emotions swirling inside her made it impossible to focus on anything other than the lingering sensation of his lips on hers. “I’m not really hungry,” she murmured, pushing the food around wit
But before she could let her thoughts spiral any further, the sound of footsteps returning reached her ears. She forced herself to take a slow breath. And then— Asher reappeared. And this time, he wasn’t alone. ---Elena’s Internal Conflict : Elena immediately recognized the resemblance. The woman beside Asher had the same sharp, golden eyes, the same dark hair—though hers was streaked with silver, pulled into a neat bun. There was an air of authority about her, the kind that demanded attention without needing to say a word. Elena’s stomach knotted. She suddenly felt too small, too out of place. She had spent so long being looked down on by others that she had come to expect it. What if Asher’s mother was the same? What if— A warm hand landed on her knee. Elena startled, looking up to find Asher watching her. His gaze was steady, unwavering. And then, softly— “Don’t look down.” His voice was quiet, meant just for her. Her chest ached. Because for o
At one point, when Margot was talking, his hand suddenly brushed her knee under the table. The touch was light, almost unnoticeable. But Elena felt it. And when she looked up, Asher’s gaze was already waiting for hers. The silent message was clear. You don’t have to be quiet. Elena swallowed hard, her fingers curling around her fork. She didn’t know if she could meet his expectations. But the fact that he wanted her to be part of this—it mattered. It mattered more than she wanted to admit. --- Uncertainty About Margot’s Approval : By the time dinner was over, Elena still wasn’t sure where she stood with Margot. The woman had been warm, but was it genuine? Did she actually approve of Elena? Or was she just being polite? Elena wished she could tell. Her mother had been an expert at masking her true feelings. Had told Elena she loved her even as she cast her aside. That memory lingered as she watched Margot rise from her seat. And for the first time, Ele
"Um, hello? Can you hear me?" Elena’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of a voice—familiar yet impossible. Her breath hitched. "Lena?" she whispered in her mind, unsure if she was losing it. "Yes! Oh my god, Elena, you can hear me!" Her heart pounded. She had heard nothing from Lena since that day. And now, out of nowhere, her voice was as clear as if she were standing right next to her. "How…? This doesn’t make sense!" Elena tried to sit up, but something held her down. Not something. Someone. She turned her head, her cheek brushing against warmth. Asher’s arm was draped around her waist, his grip firm even in sleep. Her pulse jumped. "Asher," she whispered, nudging his arm slightly. He didn't stir. Her fingers traced his forearm, feeling the muscles shift under her touch. Sparks shot up her skin, and she nearly shivered. The moment she tried to lift his arm away, he instinctively tightened his hold. She tensed. As if sensing her shift, Asher's eyes slowly o
Elena was still catching her breath, her heart pounding from the intensity of the moment. Asher’s arms were still wrapped around her, his forehead resting against hers. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with something unspoken yet undeniable. “I heard her,” she whispered finally, her voice barely above a breath. Asher pulled back slightly, his darkened eyes searching hers. “Lena?” Elena nodded. “She’s been here this whole time. I just—couldn’t hear her before.” His fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. “And now you can?” “Yes.” He exhaled slowly, something shifting in his expression—relief, curiosity, maybe even something deeper. His hand slipped from her face, fingers trailing down her arm before finally settling at her wrist, his thumb absently stroking over her pulse. “Elena.” His voice was softer now, more careful. “What does that mean for you?” She swallowed. “I don’t know yet.” "Oh, you two are killing
His gaze flickered to the frame in her hands. His throat bobbed. “Yeah. He did.”She hesitated. “What was he like?”For a second, she thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, he exhaled, stepping past her to sit on the edge of the bed.“He was…” Asher’s fingers curled against his knees. “He was strong. Not just because he was Alpha—he didn’t need a title to be respected. People followed him because they wanted to.” His jaw tensed. “And he never let them down.”Elena lowered herself beside him, careful, like one wrong move would make him shut down. “You miss him.”Asher let out a quiet laugh—bitter, hollow. “Missing him would mean I ever got over losing him.”Her heart squeezed.He ran a hand through his hair. “One second, he was there. The next, he was gone. Just… gone.” His voice dropped, raw and low. “They didn’t even let me say goodbye.”Elena’s fingers tightened around the frame. “Your mom—”“She tried.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “She did everything she could to keep me safe. Bu
The air remained heavy, thick with the silence of unresolved emotions and cautious relief.The guards began their escort. Vivian stumbled as her hands were yanked forward. Connor limped, head lowered but jaw clenched, blood still crusted along his lip from Asher’s earlier punishment. Emerson kept glancing over his shoulder, perhaps wondering if he’d find sympathy where there was none.Then came the tremor.It started small. A growl that didn’t belong to any of the rogues.Jacob.Before anyone could blink, he moved—an eruption of fury, fists clenched, eyes wild. He launched toward Connor with the unrelenting power of someone who had held back far too long.“You don’t get to walk away,” Jacob snarled, crashing into Connor with a sickening thud.The crowd gasped as the two bodies collided and tumbled to the ground. Fists flew—rapid, brutal, relentless. Connor barely had a second to react before blood spattered the dirt. Jacob’s elbow slammed down into his jaw, sending a crunch through th
The last echoes of footsteps faded as the guards led Vivian away. The crowd began to disperse, some in silence, others in murmured conversation, the weight of the ceremony pressing down like mist thick with judgment.Elena barely had time to exhale when another name cut through the air like a knife.“Harris.”The air tightened again.He was the last. The one who hadn't spoken a word since his imprisonment. The one Elena couldn’t quite place—was he more wolf than man, or simply a coward hiding behind a beast?Two guards escorted him forward.But as his boots met the blood-stained stone, Harris twisted.“I need to speak to her!” he shouted, breaking free of one of the guards’ grips, stumbling toward the platform.Grayson’s hand was instantly on his weapon. Asher’s body snapped to full alert, stepping slightly in front of Elena.“Hold him!” Asher growled, his voice pure command.The guards pinned Harris to his knees before he could come close, but he strained forward regardless, eyes loc
"Are you awake, my love? " Asher's voice was a gentle murmur against Elena's ear, his breath warm as he nestled closer. "Mmm, barely, " Elena replied, her voice thick with sleep, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good, because I need to remind you how much I love you before the world intrudes. " His fingers traced lazy circles on her back, each touch igniting a trail of warmth. "You’re incorrigible, " she teased, turning to face him, their noses nearly touching. "Only for you, " he whispered, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that deepened, their connection reaffirmed in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over their entwined forms. The world outside was momentarily forgotten, their shared warmth a sanctuary. "Today is important, " Asher said, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "The unlinking ceremony, " Elena nodded, the weight of the day settling over her. "We'll face it together, " he assured her, his
Elena stayed in Asher’s arms long after the silence settled over the room, her breaths shallow and uneven against his chest. His shirt was damp from her tears, her trembling fingers still curled in the fabric like a child clinging to the last thread of safety.Asher didn’t speak.Not yet.He just held her.One arm wrapped firmly around her back, the other cradling her head, stroking slow, soothing lines down her spine. Leo was quiet inside him now—no longer snarling, no longer threatening to rip Jacob apart. The wolf had retreated, subdued not by logic, but by the pure, aching vulnerability radiating from the girl in his lap.Not Alpha. Not protector. Just her mate.Her anchor.Her home.Elena let out a hiccuping breath, and he felt it—a tiny shift. Her fingers uncurled slightly, the tension bleeding out of her limbs as she sagged against him. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple, then leaned back just enough to look down at her face.Her eyes were p
Grayson followed Asher in silence, but the second they approached the house, a low, guttural growl broke the quiet.Asher stopped cold.The sound rumbled from within him—deep, primal. Leo was awake. And furious.“Mine.”The single word echoed through Asher’s bones like a warning bell. His wolf, ever quiet unless provoked, was no longer hiding behind reason.Grayson blinked, his foot mid-step. “Did your wolf just—?”“Yeah,” Asher muttered, breath tightening. “Leo doesn’t like the idea of you seeing Elena.”Grayson raised both brows. “I wasn’t going to touch her, damn.”Leo snarled again, louder this time, vibrating through Asher’s chest and fists. His nails elongated briefly before retracting as he forced himself to breathe.“Ours. No one sees her but us.”“Okay, okay, message received,” Grayson said, holding up his hands with a crooked smile. “I’ll stay far enough not to get my face bitten off.”Asher didn’t laugh. He couldn’t. Leo was pressing harder than ever, pacing beneath his ski
Asher didn’t return to the house right away.The quiet outside offered a stillness his mind couldn’t replicate, no matter how much he tried. With each step away from the prison cells, the weight of his rage clung to him like damp fog. The cold night air kissed his skin, but did nothing to ease the fire in his chest. Every breath felt tight. Controlled. Deliberate.He should’ve felt satisfied.Connor’s swollen eye, the tremble in Vivian’s voice, the blood on the wall—those were the marks of vengeance served. He’d made them feel a fraction of what Elena had endured under their reign. He’d stripped them of their dignity, made them bleed, and banished them to the life of rogues—exiled to the wild, where survival was a game of luck and brute strength.But vengeance wasn’t justice. Not entirely.And as he stood alone beneath the canopy of stars, his jaw clenched tighter with the realization that satisfaction was fleeting. Their cries didn’t heal the fractures in Elena’s soul. Their punishme
Dinner was laid out across the long table Asher had dragged from the lodge’s storage—Margot’s stew steaming in bowls, Genevieve’s bread basket nestled beside it, and pitchers of spiced cider passed down in quiet gratitude. Plates clinked. Conversations remained low, fragile like glass recovering from a storm.Elena sat beside Asher, her fingers occasionally brushing his thigh beneath the table, grounding him when his shoulders tensed or his jaw locked from old ghosts. Across from them sat Lena, who was halfway through her third bowl of stew and humming in appreciation like it was a five-star meal.But one thing kept tugging at Elena’s awareness like a thorn stuck under skin.Jacob.He sat at the far end of the table, between Genevieve and a shy pack healer, making no effort to disguise it—his gaze locked on Elena with an intensity that no longer felt polite or admiring.She tried to ignore it at first. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. But every time she lif
Elena barely had time to exhale before another presence entered the clearing—gentle footsteps crunching the blood-speckled gravel.“Sweetheart?”The voice was soft, but it stilled Asher instantly.His head turned before his body did. “Mom?”Margot stood at the edge of the courtyard, hands clasped nervously in front of her, eyes shimmering with barely-contained tears. Her gray-streaked hair was pinned back hastily, and she looked like she’d run here in a rush—still wearing an apron dusted with flour.“Asher…” Her voice broke.He didn’t speak. He just went to her.His steps were slow at first, hesitant, but with each stride they grew faster—until he crashed into her arms and buried his face against her shoulder like he was five again and had just skinned his knee. Margot clutched him tightly, murmuring softly in a language only mothers knew.Elena stepped back, heart clenched.It was a sight no one else could offer him: a mother holding her son, grounding him not with duty or titles but
Asher’s breathing had steadied against her chest, but the tension clinging to his body told Elena his storm hadn’t fully passed. She could feel it in the way his arms held her like a lifeline—tight, desperate, almost reverent.She shifted slightly to cradle his jaw, lifting his face until their eyes met.“You’re my mate,” she whispered.The words weren’t said to soothe.They were truth.Powerful. Undeniable.“I know what that means,” she continued, fingers brushing the tears from his cheeks. “It means you’ll fight for me. Kill for me if you have to. You didn’t attack out of rage alone, Asher. You reacted because someone laid hands on your bonded mate. You were protecting me.”His eyes shimmered with grief and awe.“And while what happened tonight was violent… it wasn’t senseless,” she added. “It wasn’t cruelty. It was instinct. Love, twisted in the face of danger.”“But love shouldn’t look like *that,*” he rasped. “Elena… there was blood on my hands. And for a second—I didn’t even car