My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift

Chapter 90

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The room was dark and airy. With nothing to sit on, save for the mat that was spread upon the

hard wooden floor. The surrounding walls seemed old like they had been that way for a long time

without maintenance, or repairs.

In the midst of this man sat. The dark room made sure to cover his face well, so it couldn’t be

properly seen, and his legs were pressed on the soft mat, weaved from thin wooden fibres. Asher

walked into the house and stood in front of this man. The man's eyes focused on his visitor, by the

looks of his home, he didn’t have many of those.

A smile crept upon his face as he watched Asher's uncomfortable face which never seemed to

grow old, no matter how many years passed. Asher didn’t speak, he merely stood in front of the man.

After a few moments passed, the owner of the home had to break off the silence.

“Why are you here?” The man asked.

Asher's face tightened as he heard the man's voice. His deep tone echoed throughout the almost

empty room. Save for a small stool for eating, a few board games, and other things the man would use,

the living room had nothing else.

“Is there a reason for me not to be here?” Asher responded with a slight frown.

As expected, the man looked at Asher. Even after so long had passed, Asher still bore resentment

toward him. Resentment for the happenings of the past, something that would never vanish from

Asher's heart. However, the man could tell that Asher wasn’t here to discuss such resentment. There

was something else on his mind.

“No, you have every reason to be here, no? You are, after all, the Alpha of the Pack” The man

answered.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” Asher stated.

The man sighed and shook his head slightly. Asher was still so hung up on this. When would it

end?

“So… What can I do for the mighty Aloha of our Rockwood Pack?” The man said, slightly in jest.

“You…” Asher growled, but quickly controlled himself.

He didn’t want to get agitated by the man, but he couldn't help but feel the swirl of rage anytime he

looked into the eyes of the man in front of him. It seemed even after so long, he still had a hold on

Asher. He could incite him with the littlest of effort, and that made Asher mad, at himself and the man.

Asher shook away the thoughts and feelings within him. He had to get his priorities straight and

achieve his goal. He couldn’t afford to be swept up by the myriads of other things he could say to the

old man.

“There is something you should know…” Asher said.

The man’s eyes lit up when Asher said this. A tinge of surprise mixed with curiosity. Would he hear

something new this time, after so long of the old?

Asher was now nervous. He didn’t know how to tell this man what he wanted to do. A bead of

sweat fell from his forehead, showing that he was uncomfortable. However, he had resolved to do this,

to achieve his goals… He had to!

“I have found my Mate… Father…”

“…”

An awkward silence enveloped the room. The two men remained still, their eyes transfixed on

each other. Asher remained standing, while the man still sat on his old-fashioned mat.

“… I see…” The man said in a low tone.

The old man's smile broadened further. His body shook slightly, and for the first time, he showed

signs of movement.

"I have come to ask something of you," Asher said.

“What is that?”

Another uncomfortable silence formed again.

“Advice… Concerning my Mate” Asher muttered hesitantly.

“Oh? I see now… So what you’re trying to say is… You don’t know how to handle your mate, and

so you’ve come to ask for help from me, whom you have ostracised for so long… Is that how desperate

you are, Asher?” The man grinned.

Clearly, he was enjoying this. Asher was angry about that fact. He clenched his fist and endured it.

His pride was being wounded, but his father was right. He was desperate. Roxanne hated him, he

knew it. However, he was going crazy just thinking about her.

It was taking every ounce of self-control for him not to abduct her from Rita's place and make him

entirely his. For someone who had grown accustomed to getting everything he wanted, having this one

thing deprived of him was something he couldn't take. The one thing, one person he desired more than

anything else was within his reach, yet unwilling.