#Chapter27

"April?" Asher moans rolling over to look at me.

"Yes?" I mumbled my eye lids droopy, and my body unresponsive. My body hurt in places its never, and I MEAN never, hurt before. I was sore, and during the mating process I cried.

Every tear I shed, Asher would wipe it away and kiss my cheek, and mumbled "I'm sorry angel, it gets better." Or "please don't cry... you're too beautiful to even think about crying."

Asher was right. It did get better, only then did Asher grunt his release, and it was over.

"I can't sleep."he chuckles, moving over to me. His warm arms wrap around my waist,...