Seventy Nine

Hawke

My blood hummed with unease as I abandoned the book I’d been reading for the third time in as many minutes. I was anxious, restless, my thoughts racing. I hadn’t seen Asher, nor had I heard from her since she left to be with Devon days ago. I could’ve gone to check in, but Alphas were notoriously edgy when they were vulnerable, and Asher didn’t need the added stress of dancing around our egos while worrying about her mate. And if I set aside my own desires enough to be objective, the two of them needed space alone to deal with what happened.

I let out a...