Semua Bab Sheryl; Alpha Ashton's Beloved Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sheryl’s POVI took a step backward as children came running toward me. Their excited faces lit up as they got closer. “I can’t believe we are actually meeting you!” One of the girls said happily. “You are a legend aroundhere!”“A legend?” I asked, raising my brows in pure confusion. I glanced over at Dee who had a smile on herface. “I don’t understand…”“You fought the bad guys and saved that woman!” One of the kids explained. “Everybody is talkingabout it!”“Word travels fast,” Dee said with a shrug. “You are like a hero to the kids.”“We want to be just like you!”“Teach us how to fight! “We want to fight like the incredible Sheryl!”I must have looked as shocked as I felt because Dee started laughing at my expression as she stoodbeside me. “Can you teach us, Sheryl?” One of the kids asked again.I always had a soft spot for children and saying no to them didn’t sit right with me. As I stared around at all the eager faces, I knew it would be impossible to refuse them this. “Of

Sheryl’s POV“Is that Professor Ashton?” Miss Grace asked in a whisper as she slowly stood to her feet.I felt the blood rushing to my head as I stared at the portrait of Ashton. This meant the painting I had for this class was still in my room. How did I make such a terrible mistake like this?“He’s so handsome,” Val breathed lovingly as we took in the picture.I did a really good job at capturing every one of Ashton’s charming features. He had so much personalityin his dark eyes that made my stomach flip.I had to think of something to say, and quickly. “Yes,” I answered, turning toward the class of startled and curious eyes. “This is Alpha Ashton. He’sincredibly inspirational. He’s the youngest Alpha and my father speaks highly of him. He has hugeambitions. I also found out recently that he’s caring for his ill mother, on top of being an incredible professor. I don’t know how he has time to sleep, honestly. But I find myself wanting to be like him. He might not be my biggest ins

Ashton’s POVThis portrait was supposed to be a gift to my mother, and she used it for her art project. Was this her plan this whole time? Did she ever intend to give this portrait back to me? How could she think this was okay? Now everyone was going to think I gave her special favors.The look Miss Grace was giving me was of concern; it was clear she had no idea that I was blindsidedlike this.If I told her the truth, then Sheryl would get in trouble, and she would fail this class. Painting meant a lot to her as an Art major.I couldn’t take that away from her. “Oh yes,” I said, taking a step away from the painting. “I forgot she painted that. It was a while ago. Good for her though for getting a good grade.” Miss Grace rose her brows. “So, you really did permit her to use this painting as her project? You’re okay with this?”“I don’t think Sheryl is the type to lie, do you? I’ve only been her professor for a short time, but she seemslike a good student. I’m glad she looks up to me

Ashton’s POVBeta Ethan was right, their scent was strong in the forest that surrounded the Calypso pack. It reeked of outsiders, and I knew that scent all too well. They were my father’s followers; at least a couple of them. They had no reason to be lurking around my pack, they knew they weren’t welcome here. They knew I would tear them from limb to limb if I saw them with my own eyes. But yet, their scent is fresh. They were staking out. Waiting. But waiting for what? A heard a twig cracking as I continued my search in the forest.I’ve been out here for hours and haven’t come across a single wolf. It was becoming late, or early. It wouldn’t be long before the sun began to rise.I’m not sure they would stick around in the broad daylight.It was the night of the full moon so wolves were typically stronger when the moon shined down uponthem. I certainly felt stronger. Max wasn’t going to give up until we found those assholes though. He was hot on their trail; sniffing and searching ev

Ashton’s POVHer powers were truly incredible. I could no longer feel the sting of the dagger and the wound was completely healed. It was as if it was never there, to begin with. Sheryl used her powers so casually as if she’s done it a thousand times before, but I’m beginning to realizethat maybe she hasn’t. She didn’t say anything after I told her that she could use my portrait for her project; she trailed after me silently, keeping her head down. But I could sense that she was pleased. Max praised me for my generosity toward her. A small smile was tugging at her lips, but she was stifling it. She was afraid to show me any kind of emotion.I suppose I haven’t been making it very easy for her. Encountering the wolf who attacked my mother was only proof that Sheryl wasn’t safe, and I needed to do whatever I could to keep her safe. Even if it means rejecting her. “Funny how you haven’t rejected her yet,” Max teased. “Why is that?”“I’m just waiting for the right time,” I say to him in