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Asher stepped back and watched her do what she wanted to do. From where he was standing, he thought she was excellent at it. The melody of her voice gave him goosebumps as he watched her in admiration.

She was so cute and adorable that he wondered why anyone would want to harm her. Why did the people in her former town loathe her? It didn't make sense to him at all. That was all in the past, anyway, before she came under his protection.

Now, he would never let anything happen to her again—not on his watch. He would not sit back and let someone hurt her again. Not anymore.

Chapter 10 - Esme

Esme was really touched by the lengths Asher had gone to feed his Pack. It was evident that he would do anything at all to save them from this impending doom. She might not have really understood the ways of the Pack or the government of werewolves, but she was certain that Asher had the qualities of a natural-born leader.

His ability to put his people first was admirable to her. She had not seen such a selfless man in her life before, someone who put the needs of other people above his own. Maybe this was because she didn't have anybody around her when growing up who was so nice and selfless.

The closest thing to a father she had had been nothing but cruel to her all her life. At some point, she began to think that the world was devoid of good people until this fine but equally mysterious and somewhat scary gentleman appeared in her garden.

Oh shit!

He was the reason for the sudden wind and strange change in atmosphere that she felt that day. His was the mysterious presence that she perceived.

Of course! It makes sense me now, she thought to herself.

The reason she felt his presence was strange was because he wasn't human. She'd been around humans all her miserable life, so she should be able to detect when a supernatural being stepped into the town.

Or should she? Did the others sense it, too? Did they feel the wind and the sudden unease? Did they have goosebumps like she did?

She really hoped that they did lest she would begin to consider the possibility of their accusations against her. They had to have felt him. Yet, she found solace in the fact that if no one else sensed him, then it must have been because he was probably her soulmate.

Come on, they got married barely forty-eight hours after they met. It had to have been fate. Maybe that was the explanation as to why she could feel his presence even before seeing him.

She sighed softly. She was alright, after all. There was nothing weird to worry about. But then, a thought suddenly struck her; why did she feel the pain of all those dead witches the moment she stepped into their graveyard?

According to Asher, these witches had died many years ago, but the moment he drove into the Ghostbound lands, she heard the same voices, the same whispers she later heard at the graves. The only difference was that when she got to the graves, the voices weren't just whispers—they were screams, deadly and painful screeches that threatened to deafen her ears.

It took everything in her to stay calm amidst all the chaos in her head. She didn't want him to think her weird like the townspeople did. He was far too kind to her, and she couldn't bear to have him look at her the same way those cruel people did.

This was a great concern to Esme. She remembered that while driving into the Ghostbound lands, she could hear her name beneath those eerie whispers. It was alarming because when all of that was happening, Asher, the supernatural one, didn't hear anything. He was clueless.

Back at the graves, he couldn't feel what she felt—their pain, anger, suffering. Why was she, a human girl, able to feel it when he, the Alpha of the Pack, couldn't? It didn't make sense to her.

Esme decided to fill her mind with something more relaxing, something more comforting. So, she drifted off to the night after the wedding and focused on the man standing with her on the farm.

Instantly, her round face brightened, and her green eyes shimmered in the sunlight. She smiled reflexively, and her cheeks turned red when he grinned at her.

What a perfect gentleman—a gentleman that she was starting to really like. He made her feel loved, wanted, and cherished. He adored her and was very kind to her. Asher was showing her all the good that she had been missing out on. He made her feel like a human, as if she finally fit in and was no longer an outcast.

That feeling was euphoric. Asher had shown her that people could be kind and caring, that there was more to life than cruelty.

She focused her mind on the most important thing to her as a woman right now, and her heart leaped for joy at the mere thought of it.

Esme found herself fantasizing about Asher and how it would feel to have him inside her. She admired his self-control on the night of their wedding but now, she was beginning to feel like she was ready.

It had been two weeks already and she didn't want to continue to starve him sexually when in fact, she herself was feeling the urge to experience sex; it was growing by the day. She had never thought about losing her virginity. Never. Recently, though, the reverse seemed to be the case as all she could think about was the right time would be to lose her virginity to Asher.

All her life, no man had ever seen her as anything more than a weird outcast, disliked by all.

Even when those men had tried to force themselves on her and failed, she never thought about losing it. Maybe because the circumstances were rather gruesome.

But with Asher, things were different. Her whole body wanted him, craved for him. She had never felt that way before.

Asher was a perfect gentleman who handled her with care and affection, so it would not be too far-fetched to think that he would actually go gentle when taking her.

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