Asher’s POV
I clenched my jaw, tightening my grip around her throat just enough to make her focus. “And what exactly do you need to think about, hmm?” My voice was low and controlled, but there was an edge of impatience laced within it.
Raven’s lips parted slightly, her breath coming out in short bursts. “Let go.”
I tilted my head, my fingers pressing just a little harder, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my palm. “Answer me first.”
Her nails dug into my wrist, but I barely felt it. “Are you happy with this life, Raven?
Being used, being tossed between Ansel and whoever else decides to stake their claim on you?” I leaned in, my nose brushing against her cheek. “You’re my mate. You should be doing what I ask.”
She exhaled sharply, but I caught the way her body reacted, the
