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Thinking that he had mistaken his heartbeat for a sound, he continued down. But this time, it was a shadow behind him that caught his attention. He stopped and turned around, expecting to see Lambert or one of his witches, but it was neither of them. Asher stood there, her red hair flowing wildly around her shoulders in long tangly curls, her lips curled in a seductive smile. She was dressed in a very thin silky material, something that could pass as a nightgown, except this one was particularly too short, even shorter than the one Laurel had worn, revealing all the wrong things in the wrong places.

Her tear-stained face alerts him instantly, but it is her words that breaks his heart. “She’s dead! Luna Lisa is dead!” The omega sobs hysterically. Asher storms out of the pack house, and I’m hot on his heels. I gasp at the sight the moment we walk into the hospital. There is blood everywhere and I feel my heart shatter as I realize that Lisa was killed. From the looks of things, she fought her attacker. Asher spends only a moment looking at the awful sight before he starts to search for a scent. Our first reaction is that it might be someone from my old pack. To make sure, Asher sends our beta to the border patrols.

– Brayden The girls behind them also stepped closer to see what was happening. They all encircled Asher and Damon. “What’s your full name?” “Asher… Asher Denmark.” The Lycan king held his palm on Asher’s right hand and he fell on one knee. Brayden was cursing them with all the bad words and names he can think of.

Her inner thoughts tumbled out as whispers: Lena, can you calm down? Lena nudged back, It’s natural; your mate’s just as freaked. She chuckled, ankle brushing Asher’s. “She’s nervous too.” Asher lifted her chin, sweeping her dark cascade from her face. “You’re my Luna. We’ll walk this together.” --- They tied a strand of tiny lights—Christmas lights—around the living room, weaving a glow of warmth. Elena's breath fogged in the air and Asher paused to kiss her forehead as she twirled happily.

I didn't want to see them in the act. “Luna, why are you in the guest room?” Asher asked. “Maybe I should stay here with you.” He said, and I turned to look at him, “I mean outside, don't worry, I won't let anyone in.” Jeez, if only my mate could understand me a little bit like Asher did. Bittered and frustrated, I waited until morning but heard nothing from Chris. I took a bath. Thankfully, I had some clothes in the room, so I picked out a yellow dress and put it on.

As soon as I walk in all of the girls looked up and watched me for a while then started whispering to each other immediately. I uncomfortably wiggled around in my seat at the unnecessary attention. Asher walked in a moment later and locked eyes with me, he seemed calm and perfectly normal unlike at lunch. The girl in the seat in front of me-her name is Lauren I think-turns around and smiles brightly at me.

He said. Laurel blinked, surprised by the warmth behind his words. Something in his tone wrapped around her like a blanket on a cold night, unexpected, comforting. That brought the first genuine laugh from her, light and unguarded. “She is… something else.” She mumbled. Asher leaned back, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Yeah,” he said, with a fond shake of his head. “She is.” “She’s already claimed Kael as her own,” he added with a smirk, as if the memory amused him.

Asher turned to us,raising his brows. He seemed to have seen a ghost when his gaze landed on us. “Luther, man!” He exclaimed, stepping closer. Luther released my hands and reached out for a handshake. They shook hands and Asher acted like I wasn't in existence. “What’s up, dude? Why are you here this early morning?” “We need to speak with you, right Joanna?” Luther retorted with a question. “Yes,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. Asher stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable..He took off his eyes. I couldn't really say what he had in mind.

“How is Lauren?” “She’s okay.” It’s too early to be relieved. “Can I speak with her?” “Sure.” I can hear shuffling and voices in the background. “Lucas.” She calls, the excitement in her voice evident. “Lauren.” I sigh in relief. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m okay.” Thank goodness. There is a few seconds of comfortable silence before she speaks again. “You know...you don’t have to worry about me, Lukes. I’m fine and Asher here takes good care of me.”

The scolding and the sharp slap of words came together. “You…” Liz stared in surprise at Asher, who pushed through the crowd, holding a paper cup of coffee and carrying a backpack. “Were they the ones barking all this time?” Asher casually pointed at Lana and Laura. Liz’s two “friends” were shocked and stared at Asher. His appearance was unexpected, as was his handsome face. Asher tied his slightly long hair back, pulling away the strands that usually covered part of his face, revealing his features perfectly—and they were perfect. His appearance was casual, wearing a denim jacket and a white T-shirt, but still flawless, supported entirely by his rugged, masculine Italian looks.