My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 90

　　I want to meet her.

　　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.