Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 40

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.

A chance; as she called it.

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.

glistening on her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt escaped

Giovanni?” Tristan

friend.” I frowned, once again shoving the

head, but he still looked troubled. “The King would not dare k**l me while my mark lingers on her

also be wrong. A mark is

glinted mischievously. “The King

motives, that much was clear. He was unable to hide what he had done,

dare move against the

friend–If you could call him that. We had joined

head. “I simply did what our species must–I marked

strange rushed through me, adding another overlooked factor to my

werewolf.” I noted, “She has an intended mate out there. What will your course of action be if

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

Tristan nodded, “I am sure of this. But, I would k**l the one destined for

her head. I could see her in my mind, her short brown hair

her.” Tristan hissed, “She would’ve been ours if that feral b***h

the thin napkin my she-wolf had last

who

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

rage. I had only seen this cold calmness fall on him

us.” The King’s voice whipped across us

and the rest of

The King

Tristan had

Kings wrath. Not a single look of pity had come our way. As far as they were concerned, we

The King turned, his eyes nearing black

Standing on the precipice

possibly save him

a factor I

was the half-breed to the King? Why

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