Chapter 54

Lyra's POV

My clothes were disheveled. The buttons on my shirt were undone, and my skirt was tucked to my knees. Asher, lying beside me, was sleeping so soundly, but my eyes were on his body. He was not wearing any shirt, and I started to freak out.

I wanted to scream, tell, and call for justice, but I knew none of that existed in Tristan's house. Asher had raped me during the night and had been too tired to have felt it. He had taken advantage of me when I was unconscious kike he was a creep. He was a disgusting person, and it was indeed a shame that I was mated to such a person. I hated him.

I hated that he had no regard for me. I hated that he saw me as nothing less but an object he could use and misuse. He was having fun with me, which made him happy. That got him off, and he was a sick ma for that.

"Asher!" I yelled out despite trying to keep it to myself, and I had been trying to school myself. I didn't want to let my emotions control me, but it was too late.

I was angry, and I