I continued staring at him as I watched him go.
Asher’s shoulders looked stiff as he moved, his face looked too bashed for someone that was just excusing himself from a meal. I noticed how his fingers lingered a little too long on his disheveled hair, as though he was badly holding something in. A sigh, maybe... Or a scream
'My bet is that he's holding back a scream, or a frustrated plea for help' Diane sarcastically remarked as I slowly held the gold goblet and shook it in a way my wine stirred inside.
He had tried to meet my eyes when he saw me watching him but he couldn't and now as he was leaving the dining room he didn't look back, and that alone told me everything I needed to know.
Something’s shifting.
'The arrogant Alpha is about to be taught a lesson on why being arrogant an
