Chapter

Eighty five

Devon

Chad and I were going to have a little chat the next time I saw him. Punctuated by my fist in his stupid fucking face. That asshole. What the hell did he think he was doing coming between his future Alpha and his mate? He’d be lucky if he could walk by the time I was done with him.

But for now, my thoughts were on Asher and what we were about to do. The step we were about to take.

I hadn’t been to Sodom since I claimed Asher as mine in a fit of unbridled need and magic. But the room, Asher’s room, was...