Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 102 – There was something so satisfying about disobeying my mate, no matter how selfish and conceited it sounded. Perhaps it was the way his eyes darkened and nostrils flared whenever rage surged through him, or maybe it was the fact that deep down, my disobedience turned him on.

The respected and feared Alpha Asher, tormented and denied by a girl.

Luckily, the things he wanted to do weren’t suited for his parents’ house, so I was in the clear for the time being.

A silent game played between the two of us, one where I seldom won – -but I wasn’t through trying.

Later that night, like many previous nights, sleep was an elusive beast that even I couldn’t tame.

I woke up with foggy eyes and a bit of drool on my face, torn from what could have been the best sleep I’ve had all week.

That was perhaps the only thing I missed about my old life, the endless potential for naps.

I woke from Giovanni tugging on the chord that connected me, the Vampire Queen, to every single living Vampire in this world.

It wasn’t quite like a mind-link. I couldn’t enter his thoughts and snare him to my will. I could merely feel his presence, like an annoying tap on the shoulder that wouldn’t cease.

I left the bedroom and wandered down the hall to the bathroom, opting to wake Asher up once I could form coherent sentences.

“I’m beginning to wonder who’s really the monarch here. Doesn’t the Queen ever get to sleep in?” I mumbled to myself, stumbling backwards when I nearly ran into Brandon’s towering form. I took a few steps back, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Oh.”

“What were you saying about monarchs and lack of sleep?” He smirked down at me, the spitting image of Asher, only with messier hair and crystal blue eyes.

The lights in the hallway were bright, making my eyes ache, but I could still smell the alcohol that wafted off of Brandon in waves. Rich amber and notes of thick honey, definitely some kind of whiskey. He wasn’t p**s drunk, not by far, but he had consumed more than enough to affect your average male wolf.

“Just mumbling about a dream I had.” I said a bit harsher than I meant, but he was blocking the bathroom door with his frame.

Both Claire and Killian had agreed it was better not to tell Brandon the truth. At least, not until the big announcement. Apparently, the man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. It was almost impossible to believe.

“Maybe you could tell me about this dream sometime, if my brother dares to let you out of his sight.” Brandon replied, his smirk a bit messier considering his state.

I couldn’t keep the d***h glare from settling over my face when Brandon felt bold enough to glance down a t the tank top and shorts, I wore. Not at all revealing, but my obvious anger only seemed to amuse him further. I stepped back and to the side when he tried to take a step towards me.

“Why don’t you hold your breath, and I’ll get on that. ” I answered without pause, my voice rightfully harsh. I slipped past him and gave him one last glare. “Go sleep off the alcohol before I knock you out myself.”

“Mm, now I see why you’re my brothers’ mate. ” He chuckled to himself, turning on his heel. With a last drunken grin, he called out over his shoulder. ” Goodnight, Lola.”

I woke Asher up ten minutes later, letting him know his brother was a raging dumbass. After spending a total of three minutes convincing Asher not to go and kick his drunken a*s, we left the house and hopped into the sedan.

Tristan, Holly, Giovanni, Breyona and Mason all stayed in a house two neighborhoods over. The houses were newly built, so many of them were vacant for the time being. It was the perfect place to stash two Vampire’s, and one Witch-Vampire who happened to be my half-sister.

We pulled up to the two —story house, wide with large windows that overlooked the porch and front yard. A driveway jutted off to the side, wrapping around the back where a two -car garage sat.

As Asher and I walked up the porch steps and through the front door, I was hit with the distinct scent of my grandina’s lavender cookies—mixed with the heady perfume that was human blood.

Since becoming the Vampire Queen, human blood was as vital as food and water. Granted, I could go longer without human blood than I could food, but it was blood that often smelled better. A month ago, I had tried to go an entire week without the thick taste of blood in my mouth. The sickness that swept through me was horrible , all but vanishing once I finally gave in.

I wasn’t sure if it was from the blood

we walked through the foyer and into the kitchen, I was greeted by

hair cropped shorter now, just a few inches below his ears. It made him look a bit younger, less serious even though a scowl currently decorated

to be found. Over the past month,

outside world or my pack, I tried everything possible to

open up, but it didn’t seem to be helping. She continued to shut herself off from the world,

table, watching Breyona with dark eyes that shimmered with amusement every so often. Giovanni had always been reserved. Only Tristan and Breyona could evoke the slightest hint of emotion from the man.

face. The delicate scent of lavender mixed with vanilla and brown sugar to create something

bite, wrinkling my nose when something

hands on her hips, she glared at the remaining cookies in the oven.

anything.“ I chuckled, m y eyes straying to where

he stood just a foot away. He grabbed a blood bag from the fridge and poured

I mumbled, still not at all used to my new

their monarchs were different than werewolves. While there was no Vampire command forcing their will, they could feel the strength of their ruler and had a sort of sixth sense when it came to certain things. It didn’t go as far as a mind-link, but both Giovanni and Tristan could often tell when I

me blood when I needed it, that was statement enough for where we stood. He supported me, both because of my friendship with Breyona, and

drain the glass entirely within seconds, feeling Asher’s curious eyes on

sure you didn’t call us here at four in the morning to chat?“ I asked warily, already sure

the strands of hair from his

his light accent paired with his deep

I glanced up at Asher, whose golden eyes had darkened with rage. “Where are they attacking from? We’ll send forces after

cause much more damage within the

of the wooden chairs at the dining room table. “I need the other Vampire’s to see that I’m on their side, that I’m not going to k**l them all because

where they’ve been attacking and simply tell them to hold

unless more lives are in danger.“ Tristan suggested, leveling

response in him instantly, but Asher had much more patience than Giovanni. Where Tristan and Giovanni often resorted to punches, Asher hadn’t so much as laid

as well as he did that it

sent out to a team of warriors, all of which Asher and I trusted to obey orders. With bleary eyes, we headed for the front door. Tristan followed us

voice was unusually gruff, and I nodded for Asher to get

“Something wrong, Tristan?“

nightmares again.“ Was all he said, and I felt my stomach plummet

Breyona’s parents had any luck yet?“ I asked, feeling desperation swirl in the pits of my

few candidates.“ He nodded sharply, eyes staring down at me. “You’ll get the files in a few hours. The sooner you go through them, the sooner we can

“But Asher’s going to have a say in it as

smile, eyes roaming

smooth hum as we passed houses and street signs. When we passed his family home,

we going?“ I asked, to which he

run. I think I might want one

than sleeping.“ I replied truthfully, feeling my wolf stir

shifting. The feel of bounding through the forest, your feet near silent against

pulled over on the shoulder of the road when the forest became thick, nearly impossible to peer through even

impossible not to feel confident around Asher, especially