Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 40 – Giovanni’s P.o.v

The little she-wolf was quite interesting to watch. Her face conveyed every emotion openly, putting them on display for the world.

I myself became a key player in the little she-wolfs game, a game to earn my loyalty.

She was clueless to my enjoyment of g******g. What were the odds this little she-wolf would be successful in turning me from my own species. The logical side of me said the odds were slim to none, while some sliver of humanity within me was already hers.

It was clear the price she was willing to pay; her heart.

I couldn’t begin to understand the lives of this animal-like species.

Vampires considered themselves refined, choosing a mate that would suit their every need. Werewolves were slaves to some mythical Goddess in the sky, one who dictated their own mate. Did these wolves have control over anything?

I left the club that night with an infuriated Tristan. His anger swirled around him, but that wasn’t the only emotion pouring from within. Longing and interest framed his face as he struggled to keep this information from my grasp. He was not fast enough, cloaking his face with a mask of indifference.

“Something has happened?” I paused, lifting my eyebrow as I read the quick flicker of emotions.

Tristan looked almost…pained.

“Yes.” Tristan nodded, “Something has happened.”

“Did you fulfill the King’s request?” I asked, watching as his face hardened.

I masked my own face, burying my own emotions deep within me. I swore to never let them see the light of day. A strange yet dull pain formed in my chest, my mind lingering on the little she-wolf.

“I was unable to complete his task.” Tristan hesitated, something I had never seen him do before.

“Tell me if you must.” I pressed, “The King will find out regardless.”

“I marked her, Giovanni.” Tristan stopped walking, our forms cloaked by the night. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“You marked..the she-wolf?” My interest was more than piqued. Another factor in this complicated game.

a split second an image of Breyona flashed in my mind, Tristan’s mark glistening on her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt escaped my lips as I

something happened with you, Giovanni?” Tristan turned, his own

simply fearing for your life, friend.” I frowned, once again shoving the putrid emotions

looked troubled. “The King would not dare k**l me while my mark lingers on

may also be wrong. A mark is not a simple thing to

glinted mischievously. “The King

unable to hide

against the King?” I

joined the service of the King the same year, had been raised side by

a fool would move against the King.” Tristan scoffed, shaking his head. “I simply did what our species must–I marked a

me, adding another overlooked factor to

out there. What will your course of action be if her intended

looked perplexed, as though the thought had never crossed his mind. This did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive,

her intended mate.” Tristan nodded, “I am sure of

sliver of Breyona within me was shaking her head. I could see her in my mind, her short brown

hissed, “She would’ve been ours if that

body stiffened, my hand clutching the

already knew who he was talking

marked the half-breed?” The King’s voice was calm, a calm I had

he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen this cold calmness fall on him one time. Twelve men

voice whipped across us like

the rest of his men turned

Giovanni.” The

sigh as Tristan had yet again pulled me into

of the men left the room hastily, not wanting to feel the Kings wrath. Not a single look of pity had come our way. As far as they were concerned, we deserved

King turned,

found very strange. Standing on the precipice of d***h, and yet he believed himself to be

could possibly save

a factor I

King? Why was she important when