Chapter 113

Asher’s POV

I shoved the squirming toddler into Jared’s arms like it was a live grenade and stepped onto the porch. My knees hit the wood with a thud, and I dropped to one knee—right in front of the most breathtaking woman to ever declare me hers. Seriously, my heart was doing the kind of epileptic shimmy that made jackhammers look chill, and my wolf was having a full-blown tantrum in the back of my skull, snarling, “Control is overrated!” But I forced a Zen breath and tamped down my inner beast—because apparently it was rude to flex dominion when someone’s bones were literally reforming.

“I’m going to strip you out of these clothes so your wolf doesn’t go full Edward Scissorhands on your wardrobe,” I announced, sounding way too calm for a guy whose hands were shook harder than a Polaroid picture. Her eyes glanced at me—cool, unreadable, and downright gorgeous—and I got to work peeling off her layers. Dress off, shoes ditched, bra vanished… and all the while my pu