Morning After Sex

Anna’s P.O.V

The sheets were pulled directly under my chin as my eyes traced a very interesting pattern over the ceiling of Asher’s bedroom. This was the first time I’d be seeing it—the times I’d slept in his bed, I had the sheets over my head to hide my abilities from him. Now, it was very clear. There was a very stunning sculpture of a golden crescent moon surrounding by little paws. With a jolt, I realized, it was Asher’s mating mark. It had once adorned my neck for a very brief three hours before he…rejected me. How conceited and into himself can a person be to have his own mark above his head anytime he sleeps?

“I can hear you think, Anna Kendra,” Asher said very dryly and I blushed, turning my head over the pillows to look at him. “Anyway, if you must know, I have one like it back home, better sculpted anyway. I don’t know how you live here. They are very cultureless, bland, and clearly untalented.”

“If by cultureless, you mean Westside doesn’t believe in your archaic pack desig