Chapter 120

Melanie’s POV

I’ve never been great at grudges—especially not when Asher gives me every reason to hold one. But here I was, twenty-four hours into this crazy experiment called “Asher and Me Taking Care of Theo,” tipping an involuntary nod of respect in his direction. Sure, I’d been the wolf who’d spent months hunting him, but at this point, the fur on my hackles was more “mildly annoyed house cat” than “rabid pterodactyl.”

In the fluorescent-lit aisle of Essentials R Us, my wolf trailed behind Asher, snorting its disbelief every time he calmly plucked something off the shelf. First it was the crib itself—sleek, unassembled in a giant box that smelled faintly of pine. Then came the crib sheet, soft enough that I could practically feel it through the packaging. And topping it all off… a plush, fuzzy blanket. I winced when I saw the design: an anatomically questionable, hyper-realistic dinosaur that looked like it might bite your hand off if you cradled it too closel