Page 11 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

“Hey!” he called out, and the man turned to him. “You really should not have kicked that kid.”

“Listen, pal. Mind your fucking business, or my boys here will mind it for you,” the man threatened. His thugs took a pause from beating Brody's father and turned to him.

“I'll do you one better,” Asher replied, “Watch your tongue, or you will lose it.”

The man's face lit up in shock, “Are you threatening me, pal?” He took a step closer.

“Trust me, I don't waste threats on the likes of you.” He suppressed his rising rage, tightening his fists with gritted teeth.

The man boiled in anger; Asher had obviously struck a nerve. “Take care of this prick,” he ordered his boys.

Two of them launched an attack at him, violently swinging their fists in his direction. Effortlessly, Asher ducked away from the first guy's advance and grabbed his hand, twisting it hard behind him as he wailed. Asher didn't stop twisting until he heard the bone snap from the joints.

His victim's cry pierced the air, and Asher caught Brody's face as he smiled at the way the man was screaming. Asher smiled back at him and tossed the man away like he was a piece of paper. He crashed on a wooden cart, which broke under his weight.

The second guy unsheathed a knife and flashed it at Asher before attacking. With one hand, he grabbed the man's wrist and broke it with a single twist. He groaned, and the knife fell out of his hold. Reflexively, Asher caught the blade before it hit the ground and set it toward the man's neck. His hands, including the one with the broken wrist, rose over his head in surrender.

“Scram.” Asher cocked his head sideways, and the man ran without looking back.

He walked toward the boss, who was now cringing in fear. He stumbled over a stool, falling backward. As Asher approached, his eyes glowed, and the man saw it. Terror overtook him.

“What are you?” he asked with a shaky voice.

Asher grabbed him by the collar and lifted him completely off the ground as if he didn't weigh anything.

“Please, don't hurt me,” he begged in a rather pathetic manner, which disappointed Asher, who had thought he would at least put up a fight.

“Don't you ever come back here to terrorize this man again…or the kid. Do you understand?” he asked the question through gritted teeth.

“Yes, sir.” He nodded, and Asher let go of his collar. He dropped to the ground, then got back to his feet and ran scared while Brody laughed.

“Thank you, Sir,” Brody's father said to Asher as he winced at the injuries he'd sustained from the beating.

Asher nodded and smiled at the boy. Suddenly, he heard it…An angelic voice that caught his attention.

The melody caused Asher's heart to skip for a moment. He'd never heard such a wonderful voice before, and he could feel the hairs on his body standing up as a chill gradually seeped into his bones.

“Sir, are you alright?” Brody's father asked him, but his mind was set on the voice.

“Can you… Can you hear that?” he inquired.

The man looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand what Asher was talking about.

“Hear what?”

“The singing.”

“All I hear is the noise from the market.”

Asher soon realized that his wolf senses had picked up the voice from a distance.

He slowly walked away from Brody and his father as he followed the sound, trying to track the location. As a werewolf, his senses were heightened, which meant that he had the ability to hear, feel, and even see things from far away.

Asher walked a little longer than he expected as the sound he had heard so clearly was actually coming from a garden a reasonable distance away from the market.

With a smile on his face, he focused on the melody, blocking out every other sound, which was now suddenly inconsequential. The only sound that mattered was that sweet symphony. He just had to see for himself who was singing.

The farther he walked, the clearer the voice became, and he figured that he was getting closer. He rounded a corner and stopped by a tree as he saw a young lady, beautiful and slender. His eyes widened.

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