Evelyn’s POV
“Alpha Asher!” I gasped, my voice shaky.
Asher’s eyes burned with intensity as they locked onto Tristan.
Tristan straightened up. He seemed intimidated by Asher, but also unwilling to ran away from the battlefield.
“I’m simply talking to my wife,” he said stiffly.
Wife.
The word made me sick to my stomach. He hadn’t called me that in months—not when he was flaunting Leah around, not when he demanded a divorce. But now, he clung to it like it was his last defense.
“Stop calling me that!” I snapped.
“I haven’t signed the paper yet! So you ARE still my wife!” Tristan wheeled around and grabbed my shoulders, a desperate look on his face. “We can reclaim each other, Evelyn. The matebond…I know it’s not completely gone yet. Don’t you miss being with your mate?”
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