Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 81 – I laid awake until Asher’s breathing grew heavy, slowing as he fell asleep. With his arms wrapped around me, and the heat from his body warming my bones, I closed my eyes and thought of Tristan.

It was harder than I expected, tapping into that sliver of myself, the part of me that longed for Tristan. Hour after hour passed as I stared at the backs of my eyelids, until a tugging sensation formed in my gut.

I circled around the couch and faced Tristan. His blonde hair looked gold as it attracted light from the blazing fire. His hands were clasped tightly, anger burning in his gaze as he stared into the hungry flames. I watched in silence as he noticed me, the anger replaced itself with amused interest.

“Well, hello beautiful.” Tristan purred, leaning back on the couch as his eyes roamed me lazily.

I ignored the tingling of my scarlet mark and gave Tristan a hard look. I could still see the remnants of anger burning in his eyes, though he tried to conceal it with a sly grin.

“Rough night?” I asked, my eyes probing the depths of his own. Tristan hid his irritation skillfully, a look of mock offense forming on his face.

“Clearly.” He scoffed, but continued eyeing up my b**e legs. “Though, you could drastically change that.”

“Don’t count on it.” I snorted, “Does it hurt? To know one of your own betrayed you for the love of a she-wolf.”

“Hurt?” Tristan mused; his eyebrow cocked. “It does not hurt. Is it a horrible inconvenience? Yes. Regardless, Giovanni will be dealt with in time.”

“If you say so.” I shrugged, schooling my face into a mask of indifference. “Giovanni’s loyalty will be useful. I can’t wait to hear what he knows.”

“My dear, you believe you are the only ones who have spies?” The corners of Tristan’s lips twitched, his eyes playful and amused.

“Really?” I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “I highly doubt your spies would get past Alpha Asher for long.”

“You think too highly of your Alpha.” Tristan chuckled, his ocean eyes burning into my own. “Though, I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

“Is Brittany one of those spies?” I mused, paying close attention to the emotion burning in his eyes.

Whether Tristan had anticipated my question or not, his eyes revealed nothing. His lips twitched into a smile, one that sent irritation flooding my veins.

“Brittany?” Tristan smirked, “The mate of your prior boyfriend?”

“You know who I’m talking about.” I rolled my eyes, his smirk widening. “Is she a spy?”

“And why should I give you anything, beautiful?” Tristan asked, “You have given me nothing in return.”

“What do you want?” I asked, my eyebrow raised as I anticipated his response.

“You.” Tristan shrugged, flashing me a predatory grin.

going to happen.” I

move to approach me. His eyes flickered from

do no harm to tell you now.” Tristan shrugged, “By the time you wake up, it will be

asked, wondering if he could hear

Tristan smirked, “She is quite the mastermind. Your Alpha suspected, and yet she remained alive. Such

of this and told me himself, but he continued playing games. I wasn’t sure what Tristan meant when he said it would be too late, but I couldn’t risk

beautiful.” Tristan purred,

bed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting hues of gold along the damp earth. Stray beams of light

on some clothes, noting how calm Asher’s breathing sounded. The entire house was silent, and I saw no point in needlessly

headed down to the basement, feeling the overwhelming need to check on Brittany and Tyler. Tristan’s words had embedded themselves under my skin, filling me with a sense

it down to the basement, I nearly screamed as Luna Freya emerged from the dark dungeon tunnel. Surprise flooded her eyes as she placed a hand

Luna Freya exhaled

nodded, letting out a breathless chuckle. “What are you doing

suspicious after the a****k last night, and I allowed him to–question her, but I needed to make sure she was

Alpha wasn’t an easy job, especially

for a moment I wondered why I had come down here in the

stain on Luna Freya’s jacket made itself known. Deep in color, shining under the poor basement lights. The blood

face as she caught the location of my gaze. Something dark and feral crossed her eyes, and without hesitation, she

slammed into my head, but remained focused on

shouted through the

the way Luna Freya moved, that she had extensive experience in fighting. Her movements were graceful, calculated and precise. She wasn’t toying with her prey, as most werewolves do, she was heading straight for the k**l. Her speed was half of my own, though it was my speed

my ears. My head throbbed in time

knew she wouldn’t let me leave this basement alive. From the look of primal determination on her face, I knew Asher would never get answers

claws emerge and watched as she failed to defend her left side. With a slim chance of survival, I lunged at her. A snarl of fury left

claws scraped at my skin, but my grip on her was iron clad. I could no longer feel the stinging pain as her claws raked into my flesh. Instead of pain, her claws felt

ignited my cells, shocking my nerve endings as I became bloated with strength. Maya remained silent, speechless as she watched the other side of me make itself known. As much as Maya wanted to be angry,

pulled me away, pulling my attention from

my eyes from her frozen corpse. Her face was contorted in rage, her claws still lengthened. Her

myself to meet Asher’s eyes, convinced this would change everything between us. How could he care for a monster? Would he

legs felt like jelly, but remained strong from the blood I had consumed. Asher’s hands toyed at the shredded shirt I wore, peeling it back to look at my

wiped away my blood with part of the shirt, running his fingers over my stomach slowly. Instead of a wound, there were three raised lines, thick and jagged. The wound alone would have k****d me, and yet the blood

from the stab wound.” Asher spoke, though his voice held no animosity. I dared to look

as I realized I hadn’t a clue

did you find out you craved blood?” Asher asked, cupping my chin as he forced me to stare into

word, “When I taste it,

off