Asher’s POV
I stood in front of the guest house, my fists clenched at my sides. I needed to talk to Zara. There had to be a way to fix this—some way to stop her from taking my child away from me.
I knocked. The door swung open instantly, but to my surprise, no one was there. A chill crept down my spine, but I stepped inside anyway.
“Zara?” I called into the dimly lit space. The room was pitch black. “Are you in here?”
Just then, the lights snapped on. She was lounging on the couch, a smug smirk curving her lips like she’d been expecting me all along.
“Why are you here, Alpha?” she asked, rising slowly to her feet, the smirk never leaving her face. “You should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve come to you.”
She moved toward me with a graceful, predatory elegance, her eyes scannin
