Asher
My head throbbed violently as I dragged myself downstairs for breakfast the next morning. I couldn’t sleep, nor could I go back to patrolling after what happened, because my mind was reeling. So I spent the majority of it emptying the bar and trying to figure out what happened at the lakehouse and if I dreamed all of it. But the marks on my back from her nails were confirmation that I didn’t. It all happened between us, none of it was a dream and the worse part…she initiated it.
And then left me feeling like a f*****g villain. Like I was the one forcing myself on her when in fact, she was the one who used and manipulated me. The f*****g matebond stripped me of all my senses and rational genes and I gave in to her just with a kiss. She used me…me, Alpha Asher Gray when it’s always
