Beauty and

Chapter 42 Asher

embarrassing me. I definitely did not say that, I am sure of it…

“As close as He winked at his daughter, evidently teasing, making me want to punch the old man right on his b**dy nose. Trying to stir s**t. I simply said she looked tired and should try getting some sleep. Was that me being insulting? I thought it was me being considerate. Evidently, I misread that. Ah well. what is done, is done,

“Right, Beta Donovan, follow me, I will sort you a room. I assume it is just for the night?” I said, deciding to change the topic of conversation, and escape the pair of them as quickly as I could.

“Considering the service here. I would think so.” He says with a wry chuckle. “Definitely not five stars, is it?” Clearly, this guy thought himself quite the joker. Unlucky for him. I didn’t have much of a sense of humor left anymore, so I wasn’t going to find him funny, no matter how many jokes he may try and c**k.

“Fine.” I said, moving along the corridor, grabbing some bedding from the laundry cupboard as I went. The sooner I got him settled in his room, I could get myself to bed too. Then, tomorrow, Eden could deal with her new guests. I would have little to do with them, the way I preferred. I do not like new people. Well… in truth, I did not like people in general anymore…

“literally came to make sure she got here safely. I have let her down lately in that regard. Don’t judge her for that.” he says quietly as he walks behind me, as if he suddenly decided he needed to explain his presence. Making me wonder exactly what had been going on in their pack… This sudden need to take the position and come here… Arriving in the middle of the night… and now the words of her father… all made me question if there was more to this young she-wolf than we realized.

I had asked Caleb and Eden to be careful when they had interviewed her, so we knew who exactly we were allowing into our pack, but this girl seemed to be holding secrets, and I did not like that. Not one little bit.

“Should I be concerned?” I asked him, without even turning back to look at him.

“Of my daughter?” he questioned. “No. She is no risk to you, nor your pack. It is me that needs to be concerned. I think.” He said as I turned to unlock the door of the room I was giving him for the might and his words only confused me further. Why would he be concerned?

Was his daughter in some sort of trouble? Because as much as he may say we are not at risk from her. surely if she was in some sort of trouble, or if she was on the run, then could that not potentially bring trouble to our door? Because that was a risk we did not want to be taking…

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