Veda Asher's POV
It wasn't even up to 12 hours yet since after my awful and tongue-latching conversation with my forced groom, Mr. Dickiehead. I woke up to see an unusual atmosphere in the pack. I was in doubt about what was happening so I did my morning business, as usual, thanks to Keya for waking me up early because I was sure not I was going to be up that early after the headache and emotional pain I felt last night from the words of Dickiehead.
I had to try to find a way to get my mind and soul back because I was drowning in an ocean of emotional torment. I had ever thought a man could have such a thought about a lady he was supposed to be thinking of how to please her when she finally accepts him. Rather the complete opposite happened. I was going to quench like a flaming fire.
