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.

not going to happen.” I

me. His eyes flickered from my own to the far wall, lingering on the clock

tell you now.” Tristan shrugged, “By the time you wake up, it will be too

me what?” I asked, wondering if he could hear the affect his words

the mastermind. Your Alpha suspected,

and told me himself, but he continued playing games. I wasn’t

beautiful.” Tristan purred, “Until

awoke in bed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting hues of gold along the damp earth.

bed and quietly slipped on some clothes, noting how calm Asher’s breathing sounded.

tiptoed downstairs, shuddering at how dark and eerie the house felt at night. I headed down to the basement, feeling the overwhelming need to check on Brittany and Tyler. Tristan’s words had

down to the basement, I nearly screamed as Luna Freya emerged from

Luna Freya exhaled sharply,

letting out a breathless chuckle. “What are

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 I needed to

an easy job, especially when you looked over the largest pack

understand.” I grimaced, and for a moment I wondered why I had

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

motherly concern drained from Luna Freya’s face as she caught the location of my gaze. Something dark and feral crossed her eyes, and without hesitation,

stack of boxes. I grunted as something hard slammed into my head, but remained focused on Luna Freya.

shouted through the

scraped against the skin on my stomach, but I rolled to 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

my ears. My head throbbed in time to my quickening

me leave this basement alive. From the look

to defend her left side. With a slim chance of survival, I lunged

from her body. Her claws scraped at my skin, but my grip on her

strength. Maya remained silent, speechless as

was a beacon that pulled me away, pulling my attention from

corpse. Her face was contorted in rage, her claws still lengthened. Her blood coated my

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

had consumed. Asher’s hands toyed at the shredded shirt I wore, peeling it back to look at my stomach. Luna Freya’s claws had slashed across my stomach, but there was

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

you healed from the stab wound.” Asher spoke, though his voice held no animosity. I dared to look into his eyes, flinching at the softness within

I

find out you craved blood?” Asher asked, cupping

winced at the word, “When I taste it, I like it. I’m not some walking

my shirt off and using it to wipe the blood