His Mate: The Demon King

Epilogue

Five years later.

Asher stood aside with a ball in his hand watching the playing kids. He wanted to join them but he doesn't know how to. No matter how hard he tried, it was always hard for him to make friends and it was because of his stupid temper. "Hey," he heard and glanced aside to see Anita, the only one that could stand being close to him without a worry in the world.

"Hey," he muttered, glancing down at his ball.

Anita walked up to him and glanced at the children as well, "let's join them."

"I can't," he whispered.

"Why?" she asked and when he didn't answer, she sighed. "Asher, you shouldn't always be like this. Yes you have a temper but that doesn't mean you have to shut yourself out. We all have a temper. Yesterday, I bit Loila for taking my candy, my daddy said I should try to control my temper and isn't it the same thing your mommy tells you?"

Asher glanced at the girl, "your daddy really said that?"

"Uh-huh. Everyone has their temper and we all have to learn to control it, your own is not the worst. So come on, let's join them, I'm sure they would love to play your ball." She smiled, her deep brown eyes smiling as well as the evening sun made her red hair look like fire.

Asher smiled and nodded, letting her take his hand and run to the playing children. "Let's join you," she said, pushing Asher and herself into the playing circle. "We can play with Asher's ball."

"We already have our own ball," one of the kids said.

"True, but Asher's ball is stronger and finer. So let's play with his own," Anita said.

"No, we want to play with our own ball," another kid insisted.

Anita frowned and then she picked their ball and threw it away. "There, you don't have a ball anymore, so let's play with Asher's ball."

"Why would you do that?" a girl started crying, "that's my brother's ball."

"I didn't destroy it, you can pick it up later. I only just wanted you to play with Asher's ball. There," she took the ball from Asher and placed it inside the circle, "see, we can all play with this one."

"No, we don't want to play with you or Asher. You are a bully, you are always forcing us to play with you and we don't want that and Asher, he always hurts anyone that plays with him. So no, we won't be playing with either of you and you better go pick our ball," the first boy said.

Anita hmphed and picked Asher's ball, "well, if you won't be playing with us, then we won't be playing with you either. And yes, you will go and pick your stupid ball on your own." And with that, she turned to Asher, "let's go Asher, they are not worthy to play with us."

"Hey, pick our ball, Anita, you threw it away," the girl said.

Anita turned and glared at her, "make me."
The girl held a staring contest with her but she ended up crying and running away. Anita smirked like she had expected that to happen and grabbed Asher's hand to leave but the girl soon returned with her big brother who looked ten years old. Anita glared at the boy when he blocked their path. "You threw my ball away," he said.

"Then you should go pick it," she said.

"You think that because your dad is the future alpha that we should be afraid of you, right?"

"No, you should be afraid of me because I'm me and not because of my dad. I can kick your ass on my own," she pouted her lips.

The older boy grinned and then snatching the ball from her, he threw it away, much farther than she threw his.