Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 38 – Unknown P.o.v

Lola had become a key player in this game of ours, a game that ended in life and d***h. What was even more entertaining, she was clueless about her true nature.

There were plenty of Werewolves and Vampires mixed with Humans, but Human’s were a grey area. Werewolves had their mates, Vampire’s chose their own. Werewolves never mated with Vampires, it simply wasn’t fate.

Something had changed, gone wrong in the making of this wild-card. I was bloodthirsty, determined to find every facet of the truth. I started with Lola’s parents, digging up every lead I could.

All known records stated both parents as Werewolves. An interesting piece of evidence gave me insight to Lola’s parents. I had proof her Mother had given birth to her. It was quite easy to deduce from there. Her mother was unfaithful, coupling with a Vampire behind her husbands back. Thus produced, Lola.

It was a simple hunch that forced me to dig for the identity of Lola’s father. It was nearing impossible, as there were no records.

She had upped the odds in Alpha Asher Desmond’s favor, shifting the game. Lola was a factor I hadn’t anticipated, but I feverishly enjoyed. A wild-card, someone able to play for either team.

The Kings interest in her piqued my own, and I longed to learn the reason behind his well-placed façade. What was Lola to our King? His interest could easily be due to her heritage. The chance at having a mole on the inside was incredibly attractive. There were thousands of ways we could dispose of Alpha Asher Desmond with the help of Lola, the victory would be much too easy.

The King had me following Lola, learning her every move. He wanted to know the extent of her loyalty and the chance of it being swayed. The odds were not shifting in our favor. Her loyalty to her pack was strong, her ties to her family were unbreakable. And yet, everyone has a weakness. Everyone has a string to pull, one that can shift them entirely.

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Another factor was thrown into the mix when I nearly walked in on a private conversation between the King and someone else. The voice was familiar, the nasal pattern unflattering.

I remained silent, forcing my ears to identify the muffled voice behind the thick door.

A name clicked in my mind; Brittany.

Just as the name registered, the door swung open. Brittany’s eyes widened as they looked over my impassive face. I kept my peaked curiosity hidden away, concealing it behind a mask.

The fear was painted all over her features, even as she struggled to maintain the illusion of normalcy. The King was behind her, his face trained on my own.

“Come inside.” The King ushered me in, sending Brittany away.

The King questioned, turning his head to meet my eyes. There was something

trusted, my Lord.” I nodded, my voice even. “And will provide council when you

his eyes analyzing. Concealing myself was an art my family had taught since I could speak. You

her own she wishes to play.” The King’s lips turned up in a cruel sneer. “I’ve accepted of

in my

the gambler.” The King noted, his

of mine, my Lord.” I nodded,

was no friendliness, “Tell me, if Tyler

me off guard for a split second, but I thought about it closely. Tyler Vail held a shield of arrogance around him, spewing bullsh*t about his birthright. Brittany was smart enough to fear us, to keep her eyes peeled at every moment. The glint in her eye was that

my answer. “I believe Brittany would

already known my answer. “She’s a female, wouldn’t the male have better

words clipped, “Female’s are often

you are right.” The King grinned,

gave me more leniency with my actions around the King. He did not mind

odds.” The King smiled ruefully, “I enjoy the

planning something, something he would not reveal to me. Whatever the plan was, it

many others who would’ve thoroughly enjoyed this task, why I

and c****o’s was almost humorous. My family owned many clubs and C****o’s in scattering cities, earning most of our money through those facets. G******g was my forte, something I was incredibly talented at and yet I hated the process. My talent was for odds, determining who could win and what their chances were. My father would often send

The ultimate price if they didn’t; d***h. If

into a Vampire was a grueling process that involved copious amounts of blood. Often, the human’s would perish painfully. Other times, the human would survive and endure the change. Those human’s who accepted, upon d***h all money, land, and titles would be handed over to us. If they survived,

in the dark for hundred’s of years. Waiting for our moment to step

of her kind, but was just outside of Alpha Asher Desmond’s territory. He was powerless out here,

tonight; Strict orders were placed on us. He was not to know a

on seamlessly. A

Tristan was the King’s closest confidant, the one he trusted when he could none other. Tristan and I were not close; As the few of us in

my eyes peeled, yet revealed nothing. I contained