Chapter 52

Arabella's POV:

The moment was so intense that I began to feel sick. Asher had held my wrist, staring into my eyes and asking for answers.

What could I have possibly given to him that would have equated to the explanation of truth?

I couldn't risk letting him know anything so it wouldn't trigger his memory. The witches had been specific about any little triggers.

"Asher, there's is nothing I have to tell you, please, I do not want to talk about it"

I thought he might leave me be but he insisted.

"Arabella, who is the father of your child?" I couldn't answer.

I pulled my wrist from him and gave him a stare. "Don't ask me anything pertaining to this.. I don't want to talk"

Ii wasn't bulging and neither was he. The sweet and loving Alpha Asher had now become adamant about letting go.

"My wolf tells me there is more to this whole story that you aren't telling me and I want to know. Where did I come from? What is my name? Where are my people?"

I began to panic. There was no way I would es