Asher.
"Get your hands off me!" I let out a murderous growl, and Willow flinched, taking a step away from me. My eyes were bloodshot red as I stared at her, fighting hard to control my anger. The only thing that was stopping me from snapping her neck was my rationality.
" Oooh, come on, Asher! Don't be such a princess. Didn't you like my touch before? The way I touched you? The way I made you hard? We are even expecting, remember? I am now your chosen mate. Don't tell me you are still thinking about that loser!" Willow mocked, and without thinking, my claws were deep into her slender neck, a few seconds away from digging her throat out.
"Don't you ever call her names, you hear me? Don't force me to kill you, Willow!" I snapped, accentuating every single word, too mad to care about her
