Chapter 43 My Dear
- Asher
- I narrowed my eyes at him, but his gaze was fixed on my mate, staring at her with a condescending air. It made my blood boil with anger, but I held back from lashing out. I bit down on my tongue so hard that I tasted blood and clenched my fists until they turned white.
- “She’s not a bitch, Father. She’s my mate. Show some respect,” I growled, my eyes flashing with anger.