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 shook my

approach me. His eyes flickered from my own to the far wall, lingering on the clock for just a few moments. When his eyes met

harm to tell you now.” Tristan shrugged, “By the time

I asked, wondering if he could hear the

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

have avoided all of this and told me himself, but he continued playing games. I wasn’t sure what Tristan meant when he said it

beautiful.” Tristan purred, “Until

in bed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting

on some clothes, noting how calm Asher’s breathing

need to check on Brittany and Tyler. Tristan’s words had embedded themselves under my skin, filling me with a sense of dread and

Luna Freya emerged from the dark dungeon tunnel. Surprise flooded her eyes

me a heart a****k.” Luna Freya

letting out a breathless chuckle. “What are you

on Brittany.” Luna Freya frowned; concern etched onto her face. “I understand Alpha Asher is suspicious after the a****k last night, and I allowed him to–question her, but

title of Alpha wasn’t an easy job, especially when you looked over the largest pack in the world. Sometimes cruelty and ruthlessness were required, though

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

in my throat as the dark stain on Luna Freya’s jacket made itself known. Deep in color, shining under the poor basement lights. The blood on her jacket was still wet,

my gaze. Something dark and feral crossed her eyes, and without hesitation, she lunged for my

into a stack of boxes. I grunted as something hard slammed into my head, but remained focused on Luna Freya. I steadied myself as the boxes crashed to the floor, and I hoped the

shouted through the mind-link,

the side with seconds to spare. Warm blood seeped into my t-shirt, but I couldn’t waste the time to assess the damage. It was clear from 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,

faint due to the roaring in my ears. My head throbbed in time to my quickening

Luna Freya was the last thing I wanted, but I knew she wouldn’t let me leave this basement alive.

slim chance of survival, I lunged at her. A snarl of fury left her lips as my claws sunk into her sides, and my canines

by the thick taste of her blood. Rich and decadent like dark chocolate, I struggled to pull myself from her body. Her claws scraped at my skin, but my grip on her was iron clad. I could no longer feel the stinging pain as her

silent, speechless as she watched the other side of me

pulled me away, pulling my attention from Luna Freya’s

body, unable to pull my eyes from her frozen corpse. Her face was contorted in

to meet Asher’s eyes, convinced this would change everything between us. How could he care for a monster? Would he even want me as a mate after

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

my stomach slowly. Instead of a wound, there were three raised lines, thick and jagged. The wound alone would

voice held no animosity. I dared to look into his eyes, flinching at the softness within them. “This would

short, sputtering out as I realized I hadn’t a clue what to

did you find out you craved blood?” Asher asked, cupping

don’t crave it.” I winced at the word, “When I taste it, I like it.

the bottom of my shirt off and