180 Chapter One Hundred And Eighty : Wanted Her Dead

Asher's gaze took in the damages, this would cost him a lot of his resources to repair. He rubbed the bridge between his nose, everything happened because he let his emotions get the best of him. 

There was fire in his orbs when he thought of Raphael, he would skin the life out of that tricky bastard - he tricked him into destroying his property. 

His sly half-brother knew how possessive Alpha's were of their mate and provoked him on purpose. Asher was not parsimonious but he hated wasting the hard-earned money he's accumulated over the years.

He enjoyed luxury and that was evident in his lifestyle: his wardrobe, house, everything he possessed was of the finest quality. 

If he was that stingy as the others claim, he wouldn't have been funding all of his clan's expenses; but they didn't have to know, let them think that way. 

He was engrossed with the damages done when a sudden pain pierced through his heart driving him to his knees.