Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 110 – After almost an hour, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Unlike when Brandon touched me, there was no gut feeling telling me this touch was wrong. I turned around and grinned at Asher, placing my hands on his shoulders as I bobbed up and down. The tips of my toes grazed the silt at the bottom of the lake, just barely.

“I should have put floaties on your arms.” His lips twitched into a smirk, and his eyes narrowed playfully.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in the unruly strands of his hair. He was beginning to need a trim, which gave me plenty to grab onto. I felt his reaction the moment I slid my legs around his waist. All too quickly, my hands left his hair and traveled down the hard expanse of his chest, marveling at the feel of his wet muscles.

“And how is our good friend Zeke doing?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow when Asher sighed.

“He’s ‘searching for his soulmate while having a few drinks to take the edge off.’” Asher quoted, giving me a look so dry that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, he’s getting drunk and flirting with a bunch of she-wolves.” I smirked.

“Naturally.” He grunted.

“Is that what you did, Asher?” I asked, my voice growing low as I moved my lips inches from his ear. Jealousy, jagged like glass, sliced through my gut and yet I continued. “When you needed someone to fill your bed, would you go to a party and bring some girl home?”

“I never needed to search, there were plenty of she-wolves more than willing to jump into my bed.” His honesty seared my insides, but I wasn’t one to cower and hide when emotions grew too tough. His words challenged mine, earning a snarl from my lips that was smothered when he continued, “It had only ever been s*x in my mind, nothing more. They knew that, of course, But that didn’t change a spare few from wanting more. People, human or otherwise, always want what they can’t have.”

“Is that why you wanted me, because you knew you couldn’t have me?” I purred, relaxing against his rigid form. From the way his c**k twitched in his swim trunks, I could fell he felt every inch of my full b*****s along his chest.

“Who says I couldn’t have you, Lola?” He chuckled, shaking his head slowly. I swallowed heavily, unable to form words whenever his voice turned low and threatening. “You were mine the minute you were late to training. The moment you opened your mouth and talked back to me; you were mine.”

into the forest was becoming more alluring by the

to follow, especially since Zeke was known for getting himself into trouble. Sober, he was the life of the party, P**s

small cliff everyone was jumping off, along with a water fall just beneath. I jumped a few times, calling it quits after almost busting my a*s. Brandon had mentioned Cassidy went to college in town, and from the looks of it, she was more than popular. It was refreshing

lives. Her presence and friendly smile convinced some of the more wary partygoers to relax. What had me sold was how casually she talked about my position and what I was. It sounded normal coming from her mouth-like

be found-but I knew he was watching. I could never mistake

using the trees as cover to cast heavy shadows along the

on one of the giant beach towels we brought along, with none other than Cassidy at my side. The humid air thinned, becoming brisk as a gentle breeze drifted across the still water. Breyona had left just

there. I could tell some of them felt uncomfortable and even afraid, but they believed

watched Asher, Brandon, and I grow up. They’re already beginning to trust you, even without my reassurance. Most of them are fairly good judges of character.” I returned her radiant

who were making as much noise as possible as they clamored towards us. The one at the lead had shaggy blonde hair, cropped short on the sides. A thin scar ran through the tail of his eyebrow, giving him almost a sinister look. Like the rest of the alcohol fueled werewolves in his

to the flat space of beach in front of us. I didn’t miss the way

hair cascade over her shoulder. In a move

she’s good.’

before her and Lars, the guy with the eyebrow scar, were ready to ditch the rest of us. I

with a friendly grin, “It was

frowned, eyes darting to where Lars was talking with his friends, a beer in his hand. Her hair formed a golden

to find him and Zeke anyway.” I smirked, nodding towards

winked and ran up to Lars, linking her

continued walking, watching as the cars began to thin out. The next fire was at