The Alpha Has My Kids
"What is your name?"
"E...Elisha, Alpha."
"Well, Elisha, I will overlook your eavesdropping. But if you so much as breathe a word of this to others, I will personally see to it that you never speak again."
"Y...Yes."
Asher turned his gaze from the terrified woman and walked away. When he was in the privacy of his room, he stripped off his clothes. Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he saw the bruising on his abdomen—it was much worse than the already healing purple around his jaw. He brushed a finger over the wound, only to grimace at the sharp pang of pain. Truly, if he had been an Alpha, that woman wouldn’t have had a chance to hit him.