Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

 Chapter 152 – After promising another three times, grandma finally left to beat dad home. He had no clue she’d overheard him talking to Flora on the phone and found out about their get together, even though he should’ve realized you can’t hide anything from grandma.

Rowena slipped away to her bedroom after making me swear an oath I’d tell her, or Cordelia should something like that happen again. She left the three of us to eat grandma’s leftovers and brush through various sigil books. Beneath each hand drawn symbol was a tip to help make the spell stronger.

There was one sigil that sent my thoughts veering towards the marks on my neck. It wasn’t Asher’s on my mind, even though I showed off the cobalt mark every chance I had. Unfortunately, in doing so I also had no choice but to show off my other mark, the one belonging to Tristan.

The dull cold that clung to it made it almost impossible to forget.

“Since you’re good with sigils, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about removing a vampire’s mating mark?” It was impossible to keep my voice light after voicing a question like that. I settled for an awkward and drawn-out laugh. “I know the two aren’t related, I just-“

“In a way, they are. A mating mark binds you and another person on a spiritual level, and just like a sigil it won’t stray from its purpose. On the other hand, a sigil fades or vanishes once the spell reaches completion whereas a mating mark is for life…” My stomach was twisting and turning, riding the waves of my hope as it ebbed and flowed. It crashed into the rocky shore when Cordelia said, “As for how to remove it, there isn’t a magical remedy I know of that I can tell you…but if I may ask, has he tried marking someone else?”

“He doesn’t exactly have someone else to mark.” I grimaced. No matter how desperate I was to get this thing off my neck, I wouldn’t pass it to another unwilling soul.

“Right, well…I’ll see if there’s any spells or sigils that have to do with mating marks. In the meantime you should focus on your magic. The more attention you give it, the easier it should be to take control. After all, you can’t train a dog you never spend time with.”

When her eyes crinkled with sympathy my hope vanished, leaving me to succumb to the waves.

minutes later and a quick but steamy conversation with Asher through mind-link, I found myself sandwiched between the wall and his sweaty muscular

and smirked as my moans were muffled against his

stress in my eyes and knew I was nearing my breaking point, or he was nearing one of his own because the second he walked through the door, he attacked. His hands were greedy, squeezing and pulling

was a good thing all I wore were baggy work-out clothes because within seconds they were scraps of fabric that littered the floor. He coaxed every single scream from my lips while his rough hands wound themselves in my hair, and his feral tongue explored my mouth. He hadn’t let me lay a finger on his c**k, and I’d been trying again when my fourth o****m rocked through me. I could do nothing but thrash against him as I whimpered and cried

coming to this sleepover of yours?” Asher raised an eyebrow

arms was delicious, but it was the tent his c**k made beneath the bedsheets that made me stumble. The temptation that swelled in my breast was overpowered by the soreness in between my legs, and it was that soreness that sent me floating back down to

for a change of clothes and glanced up at the vanity mirror

homemade confetti. At some point we made it to the bedroom, which meant any piece of clothing not protected by a door now had an

in his honey-flecked eyes, just that air of confidence that seemed utterly impenetrable. His lips twitched as surprise rippled across my face. “I was curious, so I found pictures from that night. It was hard to believe you grew

gothic like it was an insult, and what

me onto the bed. I

for saying you looked anything short of perfect.” He snorted, sending a puff of warm air against my neck from where his nose trailed along the soft skin. “As for Cassidy, she can be shallow and self-centered. Material things matter to her, and

wanted to know more about Cassidy’s vengeful side, the confidence in which he spoke about me made my

too, and unfortunately I’m not resourceful enough to scour the internet for pictures of you…” I chuckled weakly, then took a quick breath before I could back down. “What was it like growing up here? How was your childhood with Cassidy and

had gone somewhere unpleasant. The