Chapter 82–Ashton’s POV
The docks had finally been cleared, the spoils were all sorted, and the men were exhausted but victorious. I could feel the weight of it all, the chill slowly ebbing from my veins, leaving behind a deep, satisfied exhaustion.
When we returned home, the first thing that struck me was the sight that awaited us. It was a feast. Not just any meal, a grand, elaborate spread, with dishes I didn’t even recognize, presented with elegance and care. My stepmother had gone all out. Every dish gleamed, every platter looked like it belonged in a magazine. My stomach growled at the sight, but that wasn’t what held my attention.
I scanned the room, instinctively looking for Moana. She wasn’t there. My heart beats just slightly, an edge of annoyance creeping in. I was about to a
