Asher’s mind raced as he pulled himself away from Bella for just a moment, his focus drifting inward to Bolt.
“What can I do, Bolt?” he asked, his voice filled with both dread and desperation. “Tell me…please.”
Bolt’s response was fierce, his tone a low, urgent growl. “It takes all my willpower not to lash out right now, to place our mark on her, claim her as ours,” Bolt’s voice echoed in Asher’s head, edged with a primal hunger that reverberated through them both. “She is ours.”
Asher’s heart clenched. He knew what Bolt wanted; in fact, his own instincts screamed the same thing. “I want that too, but…what if she’s not ours, Bolt? What if I’m not her true mate?”
“It’s a little late to worry about that,” Bolt shot back, his voice mixed with a hint of frustration. “You’ve already risked
