Asher's POVBefore I'm fully awake, I can tell something isn't right. I feel empty and alone. I roll over to Harper's side of the bed, and I realize it hasn't been slept in all night. This isn't like her; I know her night-time routine and being out all night isn't part of it.I'm out of bed without thinking. Either she is with Amaris or something terrible has happened to her. I don't bother changing out of my pajamas or put shoes on before I leave the room.I race through the hallways, calling out Harper's name in hopes she is somewhere inside the compound. A door to my right opens and I skid to a halt. Amaris is looking at me sheepish, rubbing her eyes."What's wrong, Asher?" She mumbles, "It's too early in the morning to be listening to you yelling.""Harper is missing," I say, frantic, "She didn't come to bed last night. I assumed she was watching a movie with you."She stands in thought for a moment, "Now that you mention it, she didn't show up for our hike yesterday aftern
Harper's POVMy body feels like lead, weighing me to the ground. Asher urges me to stand to my feet, but moving my arms and legs is a struggle. Being stuck in the cave for twenty-four hours has really taken a toll on my physical state. I'm weak, thirsty and starving. Every time Asher touches me, a cold shiver spreads across my skin.I'm lying on my back, my eyes struggling to stay open. Asher appears in my vision, his mouth moving but there are no sounds being released between his lips. His face is dirty and scratched up, sweat pouring down his neck disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Is he wearing his pajamas?I have no idea how he found me. I'm so far away from the compound, I thought I was never going to be found. Could he sense where I was? Was he able to track my scent?A sharp groan leaves my throat when Asher scoops me into his arms. My body feels as though it's both on fire and made of ice. It's the most uncomfortable feeling I've ever experienced."Where are we
Asher's POVHarper sleeps peacefully beside me, her chest moving slow with each breath she takes. Her hair is fanned around her like a halo, making her appear as if she is glowing. I don't always watch her sleep, but sometimes when my mind won't stop racing in the middle of the night, I turn to watch her in hopes my brain will fall asleep, too.I haven't been sleeping much since I found Harper stuck in the cave. I know she isn't clumsy enough to have fallen in on her own or would have willingly gone in herself. Something, or someone, is behind this. I just know it.I'm finding it hard to believe my uncles could've been involved because I know they would try and harm me first, not Harper. But it's impossible to believe it could've been anyone else. No one in the pack dislikes her and she's so kind to everyone, so I don't think someone would try to harm her.I roll on my back; a small sigh leaves my lips. Not knowing the truth is driving me insane. Harper is convinced my uncles wer
Harper's POVDays turn into weeks; mornings turn into night. I've settled into a routine with Asher's pack rather quickly. I'm learning day by day how things are run around here, and they've allowed me to insert myself in daily activities. Women in the pack have started coming to me for advice and it warms my heart.Asher hasn't said much since the cave incident. Every time I try to bring it up, he shuts me down and says he's sorting it out. Whatever that means. I don't like when he's worried about me, but at the same time I enjoy the fact that he cares about me and wants to protect me.I haven't seen Julius or Dean around the compound much in the past few weeks. I think they must be keeping a low profile since Asher announced he was taking full control over the pack, and they were to answer to Asher and me instead of holding a privileged position within the pack. That's the way I like it, just Asher and me.For the first time since leaving my home, I'm happy and content with lif
Asher's POVHarper moves around the bedroom gracefully. Her long hair trails behind her, bouncing with each step she takes. The way she moves has me enraptured and I don't know why. Who knew someone walking to the bathroom would have me losing my mind.I haven't been able to get her out of my head since we sparred together last week. The way she held herself in the situation was so attractive to me. I hadn't realized just how strong she is until that moment. Now every time I see her, I can't stop thinking about her for hours.It's a confusing time. Just the other week, I had written a letter to Zoey, expressing my undying love for her, and now I'm starting to look at Harper in a different way. My feelings and emotions are all over the place, and I don't know what to do about it.I'm sitting at my desk watching Harper move around the room as she tidies up. Her brows are set into a soft frown, and I smile without thinking. Everything she does is cute."Are you listening to me?" Ha
Asher's POV"Do you still love her?""I- What?" My mouth becomes dry, and I struggle to form a complete sentence."You heard me," She flips her hair over her shoulder, "I'm just curious."I haven't had anyone ask me that question for years. I'm not sure how to respond to it, because I don't know how I truly feel. Sometimes my heart begins to pound when I think about how beautiful she is, and other times I get so angry about her leaving me that I wish to never see her face again.I don't know how I feel about her, especially now that Harper is in the picture. I had thought Zoey was my Mate, that it would be a gradual pull towards her, but I'm starting to think that's not the case anymore."It's complicated," I sigh."I don't believe that," Harper responds, there's something behind her eyes that I can't quite put my finger on. Is it confusion? Anger?"I think you're still in love with her and can't admit it to yourself," she continues, the flames in her eyes roaring.I almost
Harper's POVIt's quiet between us when we get back to the bedroom. Asher told Jack he'll meet him in the games room in ten minutes before awkwardly following me here. I don't know what to say to him after the moment we shared together outside.The 'fake date' didn't feel fake after we almost kissed. I was happy to keep my attraction for him pushed to the side, thinking he wouldn't feel the same way about me. But now things are going to get complicated because we're meant to be in a fake marriage. I'm not sure if I'm ready to commit to him if the opportunity were to present itself.Asher walks to the desk, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He pours a nip into the crystal glass he has displayed on the desk, and swirls it around, watching the contents inside form a small whirlpool."Do you want to go for a run in the morning?" He asks, not making eye contact with me.I shrug, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I don't see why not."He nods, placing the glass down on the desk without
Asher's POVMrs. Lang answers the door after I knock on it a second time. She looks frazzled, like she had been napping before her shift ended. She blinks in an attempt to wake herself, especially when she sees me with Harper cradled in my arms."What's happened, Asher?" She asks.She's a little old lady who has been working in the medical room for as long as I can remember. With age her hair has gotten shorter and greyer, something she voices her concerns about whenever we bump into each other."I think Harper has been poisoned." When I say it out loud it doesn't seem real.Harper being poisoned is the only rational explanation I can think of right now. She was fine throughout the date, but as soon as we got back to the room and she drank the whiskey, it was all downhill from there.I know deep down I was the target, considering the poison was in the whiskey bottle I keep hidden in my desk. The pack knows I drink that specific alcohol, so it only makes sense that I was the tar