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.

dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make

a mate;

and somewhat out of control. She burned as she pleased, heeding the

Grandmother had been the first to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into silence–something that never happened

and unsettling, I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient,

Even as an Alpha, not

this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this would affect her, how she would

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

like acid, was the

it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now belonged

know how

Tristan

lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much

a trait I embraced in

her over

marked her chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the hideous mark on her

end of the night, her body would respond only to my

she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her. She wanted me entirely, but bad girls often

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

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

her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she

fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force

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

lingered on

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

but life had other plans. There was work that needed to

pointing at Vampires as the cause of

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