Asher
I narrowed my eyes at him, but his gaze was fixed on my mate, staring at her with a condescending air. It made my blood boil with anger, but I held back from lashing out. I bit down on my tongue so hard that I tasted blood and clenched my fists until they turned white.
“She’s not a b***h, Father. She’s my mate. Show some respect,” I growled, my eyes flashing with anger.
Father's gaze flicked to our joined hands, his expression hardening at the sight of my mother's ring on Aphrodite's finger.
“Respect? You threw away a perfectly good alliance for her,” he sneered, taking a slow drag from his cigar.
“What you did yesterday has cost us an important alliance, and the only way you would marry this woman is over my dead body,” he seethed, and I scoffed.
“Look at her. She was your ma
