None of my Business.

Asher’s P.O.V

The distant sound of a clock tugged at my consciousness and as I stirred awake, the warmth of the sun seeping through the blinds spread flush over my skin.

With my eyes latched, I turned, stretching my hand to ensure Vira whom I’d spent the previous night with was gone from my bed. The tension bled from my shoulders when my palm felt the cold silk of my bedspread.

“Good,” I muttered, sitting up with a raw feeling in my chest. Lifting my hands, I found the center of my chest and massaged them to ease the weird ache tightening in it.

“What the fuck is wrong, Omar? We both decided to reject her!” I growled at my wolf and then made my way into the bathroom.

Peeling off my briefs, I stepped under the shower, and warm pellets of water soaked into my hair and kneaded my scalp. Still, yet, the stupid throbbing in my chest didn’t relent.

I felt my wolf growl in my psyche but I ignored it and squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck I shouldn’t have. It was as if I turned on the switch of