Abigail's POV
"I'll have the elders back in the pack house," Asher said, leaning in to kiss my face.
"Take your bath, take a nap and I'll handle the rest," He said again, moving to the door.
"Asher," I called.
"Do not go to Christopher, I'll handle it," I said, watching him clench his jaws.
"But—"
"No buts Asher, I need you to respect my choice, I'll handle him," I said again, walking back to him.
"I know you can clear this out, but if I am to be your mate, I need you to trust me with this, he needs to feel the same way I felt, disgracing me in front of the entire pack, choosing that liar over me, I need him to feel every single thing,"
Asher studied me for a long moment, his golden eyes burning with quiet intensity. I could see the conflict warring inside him—the protective insti
