The trip took Zahar by surprise. One minute she was in the kitchen making lunch, the next Asher was there inviting her on a weekend trip.

The invitation had been awkward and filled with nervousness. Asher kept his gaze on an abstract point behind Zahra in fear of rejection.

His hands were sweaty and turned too warm to be comfortable.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Zahra asked, not truly convinced. She eyed the alpha and saw the anxiety almost oozing off him.

“It will allow us to spend some time together,” Asher argued. “And, I really want to show you the place. You will understand why once...