Raven’s POVMust have dozed off at some point, woke up and saw Asher leaning on the door frame, wearing all black, looking like an avenging angel.I could smell the scent of blood on him, but the shadows hid his face so I couldn't make out his expression, just his outline. He seemed to be staring right at me, a look of hunger and want.I sat up, fear and something else brewing inside of me. A wave of arousal hit me, my wolf was up and active and she liked the feral emotions rolling off our mate.Unable to say a word, but just kept staring at him, hoping he would move or say something. After a while, Asher stepped into the room, within the dominance of an Alpha.“Ash…Asher, what’s going on?” I asked him as he approached the bed.“Mine” was all he said. His wolf was so close to the surface, I could sense it. The tension in the room seemed to grow, my stomach clench in excitement at his closeness. The feeling of want encapsule me.“Tell me to stop now Raven” he said, trying hard to rail
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