Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 70 – Breyona’s P.o.v

The moment Lola asked Mason and I to come save her brother Sean, my heart dropped. An image of my mate–Giovanni popped into my mind. His soft curly hair, his deep and intoxicating eyes. The musky yet sweet scent that swirled around him, clinging to my nose and calling to my soul.

I had not seen him since we saved Lola and chased them off. Yet for some reason I continued going to my Aunt’s house every weekend. I knew Giovanni would not come, as his reluctance surpassed my own. I went to my Aunt’s house for another reason, one laced with sadness and longing. I would go to my Aunt’s house and pretend Giovanni was there waiting for me. If I closed my eyes, I could see him standing in the threshold, his dark eyes conflicted and torn as he stared down at me. After an hour spent in my Aunt’s sturdy yet dilapidated house, I’d return home swimming with a guilt I couldn’t shake. Escaping to my Aunt’s house felt like a breath of fresh air, while everything else felt smothering.

I couldn’t understand how Mason did it–how he continued breathing and smiling when he couldn’t be with his other half. Mason made it look easy, managing to cover the flash of sorrow and longing that appeared in his eyes at least once a day. Mason and I had this silent understanding where neither one of us asked questions. We often saw the look in each other’s eyes, and knew where it had come from. It was the look formed by the loss of your mate, your other half. That constant pain followed you, seeping through your pores and thickening the air.

I wanted to tell Lola, to have someone to confide in but guilt consumed me. While at times I swore I could see a flash of longing in Giovanni’s eyes, he would never turn his back on his kind. And how could I blame him, when I refused to do the same?

Everyone in the SUV heard Mason’s confession of his last time in Atlanta. I knew we had both come for the same reason, each of us hanging onto that small shred of hope.

I fought with myself relentlessly, that small shred of hope had quite a loud voice. What would I do if Giovanni was there? Throw myself into his arms and plead for him to stay with me? While I couldn’t seem to give up, I couldn’t see a future with Giovanni. I wanted a future where I could be with my mate and my pack, a selfish future.

The club would’ve been awesome, had it not been crawling with Vampire’s. While I couldn’t trace their scent, my instincts told me the truth. Every other pair of cold eyes that danced across my skin were those of Vampire’s. Some sneered as they sensed a wolf in their midst, other’s glanced briefly but looked away.

Once Lola and Alpha Asher headed to the VIP area, I stayed at the bar on the far end of the club. The warehouse setting made the club enormous, making me unable to see the other end of the room through the winding bodies.

People of all species were dancing, bodies grazing against one another as the thin scent of sweat filled the air. The red and white lights danced across b**e skin, scattering different hues throughout the club. People of all species danced in thin little dresses, the rough hands of men caressing their hips. Two women leaned against the wall; their lips tangled in a fight to the d***h.

I felt like an exposed nerve, every last thing I saw brushed against my sensitive endings. I had spent days ignoring the growing hole in my chest, but every sight and smell at the club brought it to my full attention. Lust-filled looks were thrown across the club, wandering hands and lips caressing against skin. All it did was bring Giovanni to the front of my mind.

“What can I get for you, gorgeous?” A voice pulled me from my thoughts. The inevitable rush of disappointment ran through me, as the voice did not belong to Giovanni. Without even realizing, I had been leaning against the onyx-colored bar. One of the stools grazed against my hip, my front facing the crowd of dancing partygoers.

The bartender was cute, a guy I would have no doubt swooned over but things had changed. The bartender’s blonde hair was a tousled mess on his head, the hint of muscles straining through his dark shirt. His eyes were dark with mystery, something the old me would have loved. Men lacked their usual appeal since I had met Giovanni. I was no longer giving flirty glances or sly touches; guilt became a constant companion.

I knew I shouldn’t have felt guilty, but Giovanni had not rejected me. That had to count for something, right? I had begged him, yelled at him and yet he didn’t reject me. It seems I wasn’t the only one dealing with an inward battle.

“Rum and coke.” I sighed straining my voice to raise it above the music. The bartender flashed me a dazzling smile, one that would have had me snagged from the beginning. Yet, I felt nothing for the hot bartender. My stomach was absent of butterflies, the hole in my chest growing bigger with each guilty thought.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying your night, gorgeous. The drinks on me.” The hot bartender flashed me a sly smirk, those mysterious eyes flashing as they ran over my skin.

I felt nothing from his prying gaze, no heat, no warmth, just the unmoving hole in my heart. I wanted to pretend, to gain some semblance of my old life back but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wouldn’t give the bartender my empty meaningless words, string him along as I pretended to be who I once was.

“Thanks.” I murmured, taking the glass from his outstretched hand. The alcohol burned as it ran down my throat, bringing some warmth to my cold body. I wanted to laugh spitefully. Heartbroken humans could easily forget their sorrows, simply able to drink them away. Werewolves’ could do no such thing. D***s and alcohol refused to affect us, leaving us little outlet for our inner demons. Perhaps, that was why werewolves were so violent.

“What’s your name?” Another dazzling smile, one personal and intimate. Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction.

I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer.

music, my eyes darting over my

name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice

I walked to the bar, but had not cared what his name was.

I would have once

Another voice, a heart stopping familiar voice. Rough but smooth like silk, sweet

curly hair brushing the cusp of his eyebrow. Long lashes framed dark

tried and failed to make a lasting impression. That bitter part of me wanted to chuckle, what would another man

longer on the bartender, his name

silky as it held a murderous edge. Dark eyes flashed with anger and irritation, evoking more conflicting emotions from my

and my guild ridden feelings for Giovanni, I blocked the mind-link between the six of us. It was almost like pressing the mute button on a phone, keeping my

didn’t reject us. There is

danced gleefully in my

warily. If the bartender was smart, he would leave. My disinterest in him

chance I would see Giovanni. Scarlet in color, the soft fabric hugged my slim

feel Giovanni’s self-control as if it were a tangible substance. It rolled around him in waves, forcing him to keep his eyes locked on my face. Each time I had to remind

hardly knew the man, my soul knew

guys are here.” Full lips parted to repeat the words

grip. Remember why we’re here.’ My wolf chanted in my mind, a stable ledge for me to perch myself upon to

and

soul had connected with Giovanni’s, and I was too weak to force myself to say the

each other in my mind, a constant

hole in my chest aching beyond belief. His dark eyebrow raised; the movement sent

inner turmoil and surroundings, the fights were anything but safe. I could feel Lola’s disgust as she watched

veins. I would have to warn them and then be forced to explain how I came by this information. “He knows

nodded, his eyes dark and

anger, anger directed at

and ebbed, directed at myself. I wanted to shout to the night sky, to drag the Moon Goddess from her heavens and demand why she had done this to me. I wanted to know why she had paired me with a man I could never be with. I needed to know why she had left me with this horrible choice yet refused to give me

if he could sense my turmoil, the raging storm that boiled in my blood, Giovanni lifted his hand. It hung in the space between us,

how much information he was willing to give

emotions bleeding through my eyes. Everything Giovanni said

see Lola and Alpha Asher’s surroundings through the mind-link. A dark-haired Vampire had approached the two of

agreement?’ I asked through the mind-link, worry and distaste filling my

chimed in, followed by

his tone hard and unyielding. ‘We will bide our time and wait until they bring out Sean. Once I call for a distraction, we will grab Sean and fight our