Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 41 – Mason’s P.o.v

Everything hurts—Quite literally.

There were moments when I had convinced myself I had some semblance of control. I was now beginning to realize, I never had control. The illusion of control kept me sane for so long, and it’s absence was tearing me apart.

i shuffled through the thundering club, keeping my eyes glued to Breyona.

I refused to look at the dancing couples–Refused to acknowledge the smell of lut and sx in the air. It was all too painful, resurfacing images I had spent a year trying to forget.

I refused to look back at Lola—Ignoring the insane urge that always came over me when she was around.

Lola—A little bundle of fire and spice, but her heart was still pure.

She hadn’t known it at the time; but the first time we trained together, my heart was hers.

I never expected to feel that particular emotion again, convinced it was gone from my heart for good.

My wolf tried to convince me, tried to make me see reason but soon he too was swept away. What chance could we have when two other men already craved her heart?

She was not our mate, her mate was out in the world somewhere. What right did I have to take that from her? Could I truly expect her to pick me?

Nonetheless, I couldn’t continue ignoring how I felt. Lola had been the first one to grab my heart after what happened last year.

We had moved from the pack a year ago. My Grandfather on my mother’s side became ill. He was an old man, so his condition wasn’t surprising.

I know it sounds harsh; but my Grandfather wasn’t a good man. He spent his life molding my Mom into a submissive she-wolf, beating any form of disobedience from her. Maybe that was why I fell for Lola, her strong will remained unbroken even with everything life threw at her.

I could only stand idle while my Mom cared for the man that caused her years of trauma and pain. The sight was sickening, driving me from the house at every chance I had.

We lived in a small shack, right on the outskirts of the city. This gave me ample opportunities to go out and find something to do.

For the time being, I found myself a job. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a simple job at a family owned sandwich shop. This got me out of the house, and gave me some spare money. My Grandfather had a hefty will, leaving everything he owned to my Mom. She was numb with shock for hours after hearing the news.

I suppose somewhere in his sick and twisted heart, a part of him loved his daughter.

Months had passed, my Grandfather continued clinging to life. A stubborn man for the entirety of his life, of course he would fight d***h.

urge to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad

all, what satisfaction could be gained from k*****g a man already on

found the strength to

lived with him. I think he knew my Dad would

night, but I didn’t mind. Night had always been peaceful to me, clearing

made birthday cake from my Mom with a goofy smile. Mom had never been good at cooking; that was something

my seventh birthday I insisted Mom make my cake. Year after year, I watched my Mom’s face light up as my Dad made my birthday

than Dad’s. He knew of course, but couldn’t stand to see his mate unhappy. The two of us protected my Mom in every way

breaths of the crisp night air when a smell hit me. It was mingled with the smell of smoked meat and freshly baked bread from the

thoughts of walking home were long forgotten. The delicious smell grew stronger as I

on sweetheart.” A gruff voice chuckled lowly, “Just a little

snapped, fear absent in her tone. “You know I don’t answer to no

wolf surged, forcing me into a run as

the brick wall of the alley way, her face contorted into

man looked amused, his eyes glinting as he stared the little

if you don’t back

gruff man chuckled, “You still need Felix to fight

you’ll

exchange was weird. It seemed like the

through me before I

heads whipped in my direction. It was too late to change my

My wolf cried out at the woman against

off from the woman, turning his deadly

low growl escaped my lips, the mans eyes widened in

expected a fight; some form of confrontation from the man

to the woman one last time,

down the alley way with a

I frowned, approaching

you always imagine what it will be like to find your mate. You could

set with glimpses of amber and gold. Obsidian hair ran down to her shoulders,

a d**k but he’s harmless.” The woman shrugged, a hand placed

dancing, a smile playing at my lips as I