Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 115 – I was only partially awake when I heard the bedroom door open. The cold draft in the hallway whooshed into the bedroom, blowing Asher’s scent until it swirled around the room.

My nose twitched, and even in my sleep I knew when he was near. Fingers brushed my cheek. Just two, trailing slowly to my jawline. The sparks, which could be overwhelming at times, turned subtle and soothing.

For months I pretended the crimson mark on my skin was non-existent, a nightmare that I had long ago woken up from. Tristan was trying, working to make up for his mistakes and to preserve his people, but I’d always have the physical reminder of what side he had once been on.

Even without his mark, as his Queen, I’d always have that faint connection to him.

“Is Zeke alive?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Alive and bailed out of the county j**l.” Asher’s reply had almost come a few seconds too late. My eyes fluttered open, confusion and amusement written across them. It wasn’t surprising. Zeke with a bunch of college students, things we bound to get crazy. “I’ll explain everything in the morning, after we both get some sleep.”

My eyes opened just a sliver when I felt the rough palm of his hand against my stomach. A jolt of awareness rushed through me, similar to adrenaline as I caught Asher’s swirling golden eyes, peering at me through the darkness. The intensity of his gaze, the way he fixated on me obsessively. Was it screwed up that I found that intoxicating?

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He grunted, tugging on the hem of my tank- top with impatient fingers.

“Then undress me, Alpha.” I giggled sleepily, stretching my arms over my head as I watched pale threads of moonlight stream through the c******s in the room.

Asher replied with a vicious snarl, and I knew that if I reached out, I’d be holding the stiff length of him in my hand. He removed my tank-top with surprisingly gentle hands, toying with the fact that goosebumps erupted wherever he touched.

Cold air enveloped me the moment my chest was b**e, the tank-top I had worn discarded on the floor. My eyes were still shut, arms still splayed out above my head as I hovered in between sleep and consciousness, that euphoric state where everything felt both sensitive and cloudy.

I could feel him watching me, peering through the dark as he devoured my b**e b*****s and soft curves. Oh, we were playing this game again. Warmth blossomed between my legs, tightening my n*****s and elevating my heartrate.

leggings I wore,

I play

my head on the pillow

slid my leggings off and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me hyper sensitive and aching in all of the wrong ways. My b*****s bounced as I shifted in bed, my legs parting just enough for Asher to slip

lips. As much as I tried to tone down my reaction, nothing short of a miracle could keep my back from arching when he placed a thumb against my c**t, losing some of his earlier gentleness. “You can try to pretend, but your body always gives away how much

sank my teeth into my lower lip, silencing my reply. It was in my nature to fight, to revolt and thrash against anyone who would hold me down. It was the nature of a werewolf, a Luna, and

ear, his spontaneous nickname for me had nearly broken my vow of

eyes rolled when I felt the blistering heat of him

laugh was dark and bottomless, ” That’s

what had I gotten

danced in my eyes. The muscles in my legs and core clenched painfully, warning me

ear, just as breathless and lust-stricken as I would’ve sounded. His c**k felt like steel as he thrust it against me, the hand he used to pin my

strokes as the head of his c**k grinded against my c**t. My eyes fluttered open just in time,

gold that swirled and churned. I had never seen him like this, this feral. Like the most savage parts of his wolf were rising to the surface. His thick head parted my lips, pressing against my entrance. He slammed the full length of himself inside of me, just as he clasped

sure I had ever screamed like this before. My p***y stretched until it was almost painful, wrapped around his c**k as every brutal

against my own. Every time

to be something wrong with me. The feeling of his hand over my mouth,

taut. He held me close, his pace still brutal as he found those last moments of pleasure buried inside

in Asher’s arms, with everything blissfully sore, I had the best sleep I’ve managed in weeks. It should have been common sense that with a good night’s sleep came a long and

found myself perched on top of the marble counter in the kitchen. Standing between my legs, smirking down at me as I devoured my third bowl of cereal,