Page 50 of Challenged Mate
He was a challenge that would bring out the best of me.
Together, we would push and pull one another to greatness.
I felt the truth of it in my bones.
That was the reason the Mother brought us together. I’d been a fool to fight it.
There had to be a way to be together. Nothing else made sense.
The Wilds alpha would understand.
He’d have to.
No one could ignore this connection. I could never ignore the way he made me feel. Not after this.
Asher’s hand slid under my tank, and the warmth of his palm against my smooth skin filled me with yearning so deep, there was no denying it.
Not anymore.
I was seconds from removing all layers of clothing separating his flesh from mine when a thump sounded overhead, followed by a muffled curse.
Asher and I pulled apart, but we remained pressed against each other in a delightful way. We stared at one another; our breathing ragged like we’d just run a 5K.
I lifted a hand and traced Asher’s brow, noticing a small, pale scar bisecting his right brow bone. “Who’s upstairs?” I whispered.
Asher tensed. “My brother.”
I registered his words through my lustful haze.
His brother.
His twin, Axel.
What was he doing in the alpha’s home?
“Why is he upstairs?” My fingers moved to trace Asher’s other brow. I could touch him all night. Iwantedto touch him all night.
But Asher caught my hand before my fingers touched his brow.
I gave him a questioning look, but he didn’t see. His eyes were clenched shut, and a grimace twisted his features.
“Asher?”
His lids parted, revealing uncertainty tangled with regret. “He lives here.”
“Who lives here?”
“My brother.” He watched me expectantly.
I didn’t understand.
Then, the truth hit me like a bucket of ice water, dousing all remnants of desire, followed by a wave of dread.
“No,” I breathed, searching Asher’s gaze for any sign that what I believed was wrong. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying. My brother lives here.”
“In the alpha’s house?!”
