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.

them, needed me to make decision for

wanted a mate; not

Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned

been the first to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into silence–something that

She might’ve been disobedient,

were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much was known about

fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this

strong.” My wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle this, she

like acid, was the scarlett mark bright on her

mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it

know more, to know how to remove the hideous mark from her

Tristan

left her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her

a trait I embraced

done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching the pain and bliss on

chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower

of the night, her body would respond only to

but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her. She wanted

a mark to claim her, her body responded to me in a way that couldn’t

her, and I made sure to watch her face each

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

the morning, I let her fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my mind,

skin of her back was uncovered, giving me a good view

her skin lingered on my tongue,

pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her skin. The color purple was prominent on her chest, distracting

the day with her but life had other plans. There was work that needed to

line up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon

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