Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 99 – Lola’s POV

As Asher’s voice faded from my mind, the heat encompassing my body increased. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, unbearably warm and antsy. I struggled to sit up in the sedan, but could hardly move my limbs. I knew Maya was fighting for control, pushing back against her instincts in order to give me a reprieve from the intense heat. My eyes fluttered closed, and I cherished the brief minutes of unconsciousness, free from the blistering heat.

“That bad, huh?” Sean chuckled, carrying me up the stairs to a small house.

“Yes, it’s that bad.” I snapped. Instead of sounding cold and ferocious, my words came out in a garbled groan.

A little one-story house, covered in sky blue paneling with a little white porch. Judging from the flower pots on the porch, and the lace c******s in the window, someone lived in this house. Sean fished a key out from his front pocket, holding me with one arm as he unlocked the front door.

Whoever had once lived in this house must’ve moved recently, I thought to myself. An old couch sat against the wall, along with an old television stand. The television was gone, as were most of the other furniture. I could see the imprint against the wall where a row of pictures had once sat.

“Kind of glad my mate was a guy.” Sean chuckled, but his eyes had that misty, faraway look I often saw on Mason’s face. “I feel for Asher. You’ll jump his bones the minute he steps into the house.”

“Shut up!” I groaned, clenching my eyes together in hope that I would once again fall unconscious. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about jumping my mate’s bones with my brother.

“Alright, alright.” Sean replied, a small smile twitching on his lips. “Want me to put you in the bedroom?”

While I detected a hint of amusement from Sean’s voice, I ignored it in favor of something better. What I needed was to cool the fire crackling along my skin. I let out a painful grunt, which Sean took as a yes. As he opened the bedroom door, I noticed a bathroom off to the right. That was exactly what I needed. The heat was overwhelming, making my breaths come out in labored pants.

“The bathroom.” I croaked, “Take me into the bathroom.”

The bathroom was fairly large, and I assumed that this bedroom was the master bedroom. The bathtub was large enough for me to submerge myself fully, and I sighed at the thought of an ice-cold bath. Sean sat me down on a plush stool that sat against the wall. I resisted the urge to tear the blanket from my shoulders and dive into the tub, whether Sean was there or not.

“Well, I’m not sticking around while you–do that.” Sean cleared his throat. Sean walked over to the tub and turned on the cold water, wincing as he stuck his hand under the faucet. “I’ll be just outside the bedroom. Gotta keep all those hungry wolves away.”

“Ugh, go!” I groaned, eyeing the frigid water.

I was off the stool and across the room before Sean could shut the bathroom door. I practically leapt into the bathtub, hissing as the cold water lapped at my heated skin. I half expected steam to come rolling out of the tub, my hot skin reacting with the icy water. There was no steam, just as there was no relief from my heat.

I thought about what Sean had said, and was grateful he stood watch. I loved Asher, and wouldn’t trade my mate for the world, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself if someone came in here looking to relieve the pain, I was in. I knew Maya’s instincts would take over, and we would mate with anyone–regardless of who they were.

My eyes roamed the plain bathroom, settling on the large window across the room. It would be so easy to slip away, to crack the window open and leave. I could find someone–anyone, to take this pain away. Certainly, they wouldn’t be able to resist. A nak*d, she-wolf in heat, roaming the streets. If the battle was won, there would be countless males, tired from battle, looking for anything to relieve the horrors from their mind.

“No. Not a chance.” I groaned into the empty bathroom, tearing my eyes away from the window and curling myself into a ball. My damp hair fanned out across the water, and I sank lower into the tub.

My entire body grew stiff as the large lights in the bathroom grew dull, magnifying the shadows that bounced along the walls. The cold water that filled the bathtub grew colder, cold enough to make me wonder if shards of ice swirled in the water. The blistering heat that seared my skin was momentarily forgotten as the shadows gathered along the walls. My heart hammered in my chest as fear settled in my bones. The shadows gathered at the edge of the tub, lapping against the porcelain walls like an inky ocean. I watched in fearful silence as the shadows gathered, forming a large mass that was human in shape. It had no discernable features, and yet I could feel it staring at me. Analyzing–watching the half-breed Princess who had often fed them her blood.

Only two others had the ability to call on the shadows, my Father and Holly. Fear raced through me at the thought of what might’ve happened. We could

asked, finding my voice and sending all the strength I could muster into my

across the floor until it stood in

They hissed, their silky-smooth voices colder than the water I sat in. “He had

I debated screaming out for Sean. It would do no good, I told myself. Even if Sean could see the shadows, there was nothing he could do. I tensed against the side of the tub,

my limbs go slack, only to stiffen and become horribly rigid. My back arched as a frightened wheeze left my lips. This was it, I told myself. I wondered if I would go home to my Goddess, or if the shadows would also

my mind, filling my head with a thick, coldness. I could feel every icy shard that rolled through me, every crystal-like piece of ice that embedded itself in my mind. My heart pounded in my chest, never once slowing. As I waited for

their presence in my mind. It was nothing like the mind-link I had with my pack, and yet it was oddly similar. I was aware

coming from every

Father might have asked of the shadows. I was already in line for the throne, that much

my Father ask of you?” I asked the shadows, “What did

at me, and I could feel a million cold eyes pierce my skin. The heat that singed my skin was long gone

“From hence forth, you are unable to forfeit your crown. Not even your sister will

the human shaped shadow was already beginning to unravel, each individual shadow slithering back to its corner. The lights in the bathroom

wouldn’t just d*e without exacting some form of revenge. He solidified my place as Queen, but I

tried to fight against her instincts, but the battle had been too much. Her willpower chipped away until she was fighting against me, urging me to leave the house and

Asher’s chest heaved as he caught my pain filled gaze. I could see the torment in his eyes, the urge to resist my thick scent, luring him forward. My heart hammered in my chest at the sight of him. He was alive, and relatively unharmed. Dried blood splattered his skin, and I noticed a small

end my pain. I wanted this, all of it. Better it was with Asher than anyone else. My soul called out to his, begging him to claim me–to end the pain that consumed every cell, every living piece of me. I could no longer fight against Maya, not now that Asher stood in

hesitation, see it etched onto his face. He didn’t want to take advantage of me, of how willing I was in this state. I didn’t care, nor could I bring myself to stop. I let my fingers trail down my damp skin, running down my brests and circling one of

skin, soothed by Asher’s touch. Each time he pulled away from me, the fire returned tenfold. Simple kissing wasn’t going to satiate me, nor would it extinguish the flames. I twisted my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I needed more, so much more

lips, but I didn’t want to hear the rest of what he said.

I whimpered, guiding his hand between my legs. His fingers grazed my wetness with predatory focus. A long, breathless moan left my lips as one of his fingers slipped inside of me. “I need this–I need

my hair, yanking my head back

me. I felt the pressure gathering in my groin, but found no release. I needed more. I needed

clawed at his clothing, tearing into the grey sweatpants he wore. My nails

thighs as his tongue lapped at my puy relentlessly. He devoured every inch of me, groaning at the taste of me on his tongue. Even as I clawed and tugged at his hair, he never stopped his frantic pace, spurred on

taste so f*king sweet, Lola.” Asher murmured, looking up from between

myself sitting up and flipping him over. I settled over his hips, which were still covered with his torn sweatpants. I shredded the rest from his body, feeling his dark eyes watching my every move. His ck sprung out, rigid and ready for me. I centered myself over him, lowering down with a blissful groan. With my head tossed

touch sent a wave of icy bliss through me, soothing my heated skin. “You feel so

I never knew I was capable of making. I felt

he

of me. Our eyes never left one another, never stopped roaming the other in blind lut. His fingers worked my swollen clt, while his mouth devoured every inch of my heated skin. Only when I was crying out his name, tears

me. Our hearts pounded in tandem, and my limbs felt blissfully relaxed. The heat that had once pulsed