Chapter 115

Asher’s POV

I plastered on a nod so nonchalant you’d think I’d been born knowing an ocean of spiced-up shifter lore. Which, trust me, I wasn’t—processing that Melanie chose me as her mate still felt like trying to swallow a whale in one gulp. I could literally feel my wolf grinning on the inside, claws tapping against my spine, eager to pounce on her and establish the most epic dogpile of soulmate bonding ever. No wonder he’d skipped the whole “nesting” phase—he’d been holding out for her.

“Thank you,” I said, voice smooth as peanut butter.

Melanie—mate-of-the-moment extraordinaire—glanced at me with that soft flicker in her hazel eyes. Then she jabbed a finger toward the corner of the room. “After you get Theo to sleep, flip that fan on.” She pointed out the stubborn little desk fan that looked like it did little more than hum angrily. “It’s loud, but he zonks out faster and stays out longer.” Her gaze flickered to her wolf form crouching behind me—big ambe