I softened my voice, knowing he’d hate it, but it was all I could think to do.

“You scared me for a minute there. When you came into the bedroom, you weren’t yourself. It was like your wolf had taken over, but there was something wrong with him. I know he’d never, ever hurt me, but this was different. You were both different.” I explained, glancing at the two-way mirror where I knew Zeke was currently watching.

Asher went still, his muscles growing taut where he sat against the wall. He closed his eyes and turned his face away from me.

“I forced myself onto you, didn’t I?” His voice dipped low, laced with rage and disgust.

“No, not exactly.” I shook my head, placing my hand on his arm.

With his lip curling, he pulled away from my touch. I tried not to let it get to me, but rejection stung in my heart like a shard of glass. Anger had me reaction, along with frustration for everything we’d been through. There was no way in hell I’d let him beat himself up over this. This, of all the thi