Avril’s POV
I wake in the warm embrace of my mate. His naked form is still against mine and I’ve never known anything so heavenly. I know I had a momentary feeling of guilt that Asher wasn’t my first, but he was so kind and loving about it. He just desperately wanted to make me feel better. Such a contrast to what nearly everyone in my life was like growing up. The pack members didn’t care if I was upset. I was useless to them. My dad always blamed me for the strain on his relationship with his Alpha, I could tell. He regarded me with coldness, even though he allowed me to live in his house even when the Alpha suggested otherwise. My mom treated me like a glass figurine and was always worried, however when it came down to it, she always seemed to assume that I would be living under her ro
