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.

like myself, fighting the urge to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad couldn’t stand

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

and somehow found the strength to be in

him. I think he knew my Dad would end

another day leaving Dev’s Deli. My shift ended late into the night, but I didn’t mind. Night had always been peaceful

my Mom with a goofy smile. Mom had never been good at cooking;

as my Dad made my birthday cakes. Her eyes would trail

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 we could, making

the crisp night air when a smell hit me. It was mingled with the smell of smoked meat and

The delicious smell

gruff voice chuckled

A rich voice snapped, fear absent in her tone. “You know I don’t answer

run as I turned the corner

brick wall of the alley way, her face contorted into a glare as she looked up at the

eyes glinting as he stared the little

you up if you don’t

up.” The gruff man chuckled, “You still need Felix to

next week you’ll see.” The woman

like the two knew eachother, hated

off.” My wolf spoke through me before I had

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

out at the woman against the wall, clawing at

off from the woman, turning his deadly gaze onto

escaped my lips, the mans

expected a fight; some form of confrontation from

the woman one last time, keeping his

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

I frowned,

find your mate. You could never truly understand until you’ve felt

Her eyes were an 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

shrugged, a hand placed

can.” My eyes were dancing, a smile playing at my lips