"You would always recognize me." Ashford stated, leaning towards her and placing his head on her shoulder.

His hair flowed around her neck and her back. His scent filled her nostrils, and she found it hard to look at him.

"I wanted to see if you were safe, and you were."

"You came to a house filled with women and made them drool over you. We are in the pack; I can't tell them that you're mine."

Ashford tilted his head up to look at her; she looked so sincere that he smiled.

"I'm yours?" He asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

She shook her head, her face turning pink,...