Page 57 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

“You are stronger than you know, Esme,” he said to her,smiling with a sigh of relief.

He took her hand and said to her, “You are not a broken piece of junk.” He pushed back some of her hair as he stared into her eyes. “You are Esme Grey, the witch of the Ghostbound Pack and wife of the Alpha.”

She smiled, feeling encouraged.

“Look how you fixed the problem so effortlessly without even realizing it,” he stated, making her feel better aboutherself.

“I…I did, didn't I?” She chuckled.

“While you were expressing yourself in tears, the problem you created unknowingly began to fix itself,” he explained. “Juniper was right. Your powers are linked to your emotions.”

Her eyes widened as she remembered her tutor.

“Oh my God, Juniper.” Concern beamed in her eyes.

“She's alright,” he said quickly before she could start having any funny thoughts.

“Where is she?” Esme asked.

“She and Rowan had to leave to attend to something. But she said to tell you that she'll be back for you.”

Esme sighed heavily and sat down on the bed.

“I thought I hurt her.” She buried her face in her palms.

“You didn't.” He walked over and sat by her side.

“I saw my mother, Asher,” she said calmly. “Now, I understand why old man Job hated me but couldn't bring himself to let me go or chase me away. It's because she asked him to keep me alive.” She put her head down and swiped the back of her hand over her eyes to dry the remnants of tears. “I wish I had more time with her.” She sniffled.

“I have a lot of questions to ask, like who my real father is, what name she had in mind for me, you know?” Esme scoffed with a smile.

“Why don't you focus on the fact that you actually saw your mom?” he asked her, which reminded her how lucky she was to have even experienced that in the first place. “Esme, you saw your mother, and you had an actual conversation with her. Do you know how rare that is? How many people would do anything just to experience what you experienced?”

He had a valid point. She was dwelling on redundant things and was losing focus on the important thingsthat mattered.

“You're right—you're absolutely right.” Her face brightened up. “I saw my mother.” She laughed, taking time to appreciate the opportunity. “I didn't just see her; I talked to her, I hugged her, and felt her.” The joy in her expression was overwhelming.

He looked at her, beaming with pride, as she smiled uncontrollably.

“Asher, she was beautiful.” She emphasized the adjective.

“Oh really?” he grinned, indulging her now that she was in a much better state of mind.

“Yes. She was divine,” she replied dramatically. “I could feel her breath, her warmth. It was so real, Asher.” She turned to him as he stared lovingly at her.

“I'm glad you had the chance to see her,” Asher said to her.

She stared at him, both glued to each other's eyes as their smiles were gradually fading, seamlessly easing them into a more sensational vibe.

The atmosphere was changing slowly to a more serene and yet actively heated one. Her mind was imagining the things she'd want him to do to her and the things that she'd do to him as well. Her heart was starting to pound in her chest, and she was beginning to feel hot inside.

Esme felt a tingle in her mound, and her heart skipped at the way he looked at her. His eyes were calling to her, and she could tell that he wanted her.

Her desire for him was starting to ignite as the sexual tension between them was threatening to consume them both. Her heart was pounding, and her nipples were tickling. Her breath was becoming harder to catch by the second.

The sound as she cleared her throat broke the silence that had fallen. Esme got to her feet and examined the cracks in the walls in a feeble attempt to escape the temptation before her.

He's my husband. I shouldn't be shying away from this.

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