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.

second an image of Breyona flashed in my mind, Tristan’s mark glistening on her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough

with you, Giovanni?”

I

but he still looked troubled. “The

are right.” I shrugged, “You may also be wrong. A mark is not a simple thing to

Tristan’s eyes glinted mischievously. “The King will not

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

move against the

my longest friend–If you could call him that. We had joined the service of

scoffed, shaking his head. “I simply

through me, adding another overlooked factor to my

noted, “She has an intended mate out there. What will your

his mind. This did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive, living in the moment as he pleased. Consequences were not always in his

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

within me was shaking her head. I could see her in my mind, her short brown hair glistening like silk.

almost had her.” Tristan hissed, “She would’ve been ours

the thin napkin my she-wolf

knew who he was talking

King’s voice was calm, a calm I had gotten

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

voice whipped across

and the rest of his

The

had

a single look of pity had come our way.

The King turned,

very strange. Standing on the

could possibly save

factor I had

to the King? Why was she important when none others

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