Asher “Asher. Asher, breathe.” I tried to focus on the voice. It belonged to one of Cynthia’s friends. Which one? Aimee. Yes, Aimee. I had wanted to follow Cynthia when she had gone off with Lamar. I had tried, but then my chest flared with sharp pain like it had split open. The stretch of the
As I watched, the apparition of Asher shifted into full wolf form. I had never done a projection like that before. I shouldn’t have been able to – Wait. That wasn’t an apparition. That was actually Asher! With a deadly growl, he jumped forward and tackled Lamar clean off of me. Lamar rolled ac
“Asher!” He stopped. I pointed just above the headboard, where Lamar’s phone still recorded video. Asher looked where I was pointing, and his entire body tensed impossibly further. He was a mountain of muscle, with no give. He continued holding me gently, however. “I don’t want to leave that
Asher made the call. He found himself new clothes. Since my pants were ruined beyond repair, he loaned me a pair of sweatpants. Then he held me in his arms until a knock sounded on the door. After several minutes, policemen came into the room. They asked me questions, like what happened, and when,
Had they done the DNA testing on it yet? Have they tracked down my name? My location? My face? I leaned into Asher. He stepped closer to me. I needed him close now, not just because he helped me feel safe. Without him, I was in danger of conjuring apparitions of him to fill the space of my longi
Lamar loomed over me. His hands and knees held me down, but I struggled. I’d never stop struggling. “That’s it, baby,” Lamar said. “Let me teach you what real pleasure is.” This wasn’t pleasure. This was a violation. If he cared about me at all, if he respected me, he would stop at my first sign
Asher and I, hand in hand, walked into the police station. After identifying ourselves at the front desk, we waited in the lobby while Lamar was being taken into a holding cell to speak with us. Once he was there, a policeman escorted us to meet him. Lamar looked small in his beige prison attire,
With everything happening, I felt like I needed a break from the drama. I really needed to get back to studying. So, after making Asher promise not to look at Lamar’s website without me, I went to the library. Aimee and Nicole met me there. Asher must have told them about what happened. Other than
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to