Asher
I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the ray of sunlight streaming in through the little square window high up on the wall to my right.
My gaze slowly drifted down to the woman snoring softly in my arms. Her warmth was a blessing I'd longed for and hoped to feel ever since I met her, and now that it was finally a reality, I couldn't be happier.
My wolf howled in happiness that we'd finally completed the mating process, but our joy turned sour when I recalled her last words to me last night.
Her cruel rejection, even after making love to her, made my heart ache, and my wolf whimpered in shared pain. I had hoped that our bond would be enough, that mating would strengthen it, and that she would finally accept me. But my mate was so stubborn that she refused, turning the sweetness of
