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 my

you, Giovanni?” Tristan turned, his own eyes

friend.” I frowned, once

me.” Tristan shook his head, but he still looked troubled. “The King would not dare k**l me while my mark lingers

right.” I shrugged, “You may also be wrong. A mark is

glinted mischievously. “The King will

much was clear. He was unable to hide

against the King?” I

call him that. We had joined the service of the King the same year,

against the King.” Tristan scoffed, shaking his head. “I simply did what our species must–I marked a mate of my choosing, one worthy

rushed through me, adding another

mate out there. What will your course of action be if

This did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive,

am her intended mate.” Tristan nodded, “I am sure of this. But, I would k**l the

shaking her head. I could see her in my mind, her short brown hair glistening like silk. Her milk and honey skin

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

my hand clutching the thin napkin my she-wolf

already knew who he was

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

he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen this

us.” The King’s voice whipped

of his men turned to

The

sigh as Tristan had yet again pulled me into his

wanting to feel the Kings wrath. Not a single look of

King turned, his eyes nearing black as

the precipice of d***h, and yet

could possibly

was a factor I

was the half-breed to the King? Why was she

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