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.

my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad

didn’t want him m******d. After all, what satisfaction could be gained from k*****g a man already on

complied, and somehow found the strength to be

knew my Dad would end his life if he so much stepped out of

didn’t mind. Night had always been peaceful to me, clearing my head with the crisp

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

up as

it was even better than Dad’s.

me. It was mingled with the smell of smoked meat and freshly baked bread from the Deli. The scent of daisy’s and cotton swirled around

turned down the road, any thoughts of walking home were long forgotten. The delicious smell grew stronger as I turned the corner and continued down

gruff voice chuckled lowly, “Just

absent in her tone. “You know I

a run as I

face contorted

his eyes glinting as he

up if

chuckled,

week you’ll see.”

exchange was weird. It seemed like the two knew

spoke through me before I had the

in my direction. It was too late to change my course of action; my

woman against the wall, clawing at the walls of my

the woman, turning his deadly gaze onto

growl escaped my lips, the mans eyes widened

fight; some form of confrontation from

the woman one last

know what to do.” The guy snapped, turning down the alley way with a huff. His fists were clenched at his side as he walked into the

frowned, approaching my newfound

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

intoxicating shade of brown, set with glimpses of amber and gold. Obsidian hair ran down to her shoulders, thousands of spiral curls grazed against her throat. Ruby red lips, long eyelashes and high cheekbones. She was wearing a ankle

woman shrugged, a hand placed on her round hips. “I can handle

eyes were dancing, a smile playing at my lips