Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 42

 Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 42 – Alpha Asher’s P.o.v

Infuriating; the first word I thought of when Lola popped into mind.

Addicting; the second word that described the little ball of fire that constantly tormented me.

She had disobeyed me from the very beginning. Such a simple task I had given her.

Arrive to training—on time.

She came late, making quite an entrance.

 

I was beginning to realize the many qualities of Lola, the faults that made her even more intoxicating.

The way her lower lip would jut out in a pout–without her realizing she had done so. Her bright eyes innocent, a hint of mischievousness twirling in their depths. Her penchant for being late—punctuality did not come easy for Lola.

 

These qualities angered me to no end; but also served to draw us closer.

She enjoyed pissing me off, that was obvious. I enjoyed exerting my dominance over her, making her see I was the one in control.

It was clear she hated this, and yet a part of her wanted me to have control. She wanted to be powerless under someone else, their body writhing against her own flushed with sweat and arousal.

I could smell her arousal in her small bedroom, swirling around the two of us. She enjoyed my dominance, enjoyed the force behind my touch. After that moment, I knew she was made for me.

Being an Alpha has it’s perks, and it’s downfalls.

Respect, authority, obedience. These were helpful in my work-life, not so much my love life.

Women did not pique my interest. They bowed as they met me, showered me with adoration and respect. They never pressed boundaries, never wanted to anger or upset me. It was the constant walking on eggshells that pissed me off.

They feared me; rightfully so but I had never k****d members of my own pack. I k****d traitors, rogues, and murderers.

strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never spoke out, never

wanted a mate;

the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control.

first to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me

knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she was

half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not

so wondered how

murmured, “If

sent fury rushing through my veins like acid, was the

never seen such a mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if

needed to know more, to know how to

Tristan

name left her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too soft to be speaking

possessive, a trait

I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over

teeth, feeling the need to overpower

body would respond only to my touch. It would remember the

her tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she

I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body

after wave of pleasure hit her, and I made sure to

touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of

my mind, but I couldn’t

of her back was uncovered, giving me a good

taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, sweet

Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks

but life had other plans. There was work

up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon

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