His Mate: Prince Asher
“You didn’t have to attack like you were fighting an enemy.”
“A spar means giving your all obviously, otherwise, how will I show that I am stronger?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she said just as other people started arriving at the training ground.
“Good morning, future High alpha. Good morning, Anita,” everyone was greeting as they walked past them.
“Good morning, Asher, Good morning, Anita,” a tall boy that looked like the second version of Sean with his deep brown hair and brown eyes greeted, shaking hands with Asher.