Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 39 – Breyona’s P.o.v

“Mate.” I gaped, looking up at the huge man before me.

His hair was dark and curly, highlighting a sharp jawline and dark eyes.

“I am not your mate, she-wolf.”

Something flashed in his eyes, something he quickly stowed away in their dark depths. I found myself looking deeply, searching for what he had hidden.

My heart fluttered, yet broke all at once. His scent was swirling around me, intoxicating me the way alcohol never has.

He smelled of expensive cologne, warm and spicy but with a hint of something sweet. So complex and yet I could taste every note on my tongue.

‘That’s our mate.’ My wolf frowned, a low whine leaving her lips. ‘There’s something strange about mate. He doesn’t smell human.’

“No.” I frowned, “You are my mate, but you’re not human.”

My lips parted as I took in the man before me. His muscles rippled under his clothes. It was then I noticed how well dressed he was. An expensive pair of slacks topped with a crisp suit jacket. His muscles didn’t match his outfit, and yet he looked like some kind of buff mobster.

“And you’re not a werewolf.” My voice was growing weaker as realization dawned on me.

There were three species in this world. Werewolf, Human and—Vampire.

“And now you see, little she-wolf.” His voice was rough, emotionless while his eyes held more. “I cannot be your mate.”

I could feel my heart nearly shatter in my chest, a tight constricting feeling wrapping tightly around my body.

I was thankful Mason had gotten lost in the crowd, Lola before him. The two of them didn’t need to see this, didn’t need to see me be rejected.

I wondered if I’d walk around like Mason after being rejected. It was clear what happened to him, even if Lola couldn’t see for herself. I wonder if I’d have that same look of agony any time I saw a happy couple, any time someone spoke of mates and love.

“Why are you here.” I tried to keep my voice strong, to convince myself this was what must be done. “My Alpha’s territory is just a few minutes away.”

eyes swirling pools of obsidian, “Therefor, I am allowed

here for Lola.” This wasn’t a

eyes told me I was right, that he was here

the pack, to be tormented with rumors and

out to the Vampire. My soul called out to his, finally finding it’s other

that were not meant to be together; finding out they were destined

Juliet. I could only hope our ending wasn’t as depressing as

up on him.’ My

grimaced, ‘Plus

our side?’ My wolf questioned, one of her ears perking up at the

‘He’d be turning his back on

him.’ My wolf murmured, and I obliged. ‘He’s ours for a reason. See how he’s looking at us?

quickly masking the emotion before

me?” My voice

to be vulnerable, to put my heart on the line. But with my mate, it

I reached out, grazing my fingertips against his b**e hand. His skin was smooth and tanned, much like toffee. The sparks I had heard about my entire life crackled up my fingertips. Finding my mate was everything a werewolf looked forward to in life, but what life could I have with a

would accept us. If he came

sure of this, and I wanted to be as

the man’s eyes, a brewing storm. He didn’t answer my question, he simply stared down at

me, little she-wolf?” His head tilted, his face analyzing me as though this had

immediate, my mind already made

my eyes burning into his. “I will not

word left his lips slowly, his guard securely in place. “And you know, I will not join

just–” I paused.

wide, vulnerable. I was letting him know how much I truly had at stake, more

repeated. A blush formed on my face at the intensity of his eyes. I felt

needed to see what

voice was rough, and it was then I could place the light italian

hatred of his entire species. If I was able to place my hatred

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