Asher

Vicky returned, her hands empty, yet my apprehension about her intensified, causing my brows to knit together.

The moment she settled back down, she asked, "What's her name?"

"Kaida," we all responded in unison.

"Her birth mother's name?" Vicky pressed.

A collective wave of realization washed over us, and our heads bowed in unison. We knew so little about our mate's history. Beyond her best friend, Meredith, with whom she'd worked before joining our household, and the fact that her ...