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

a mate;

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

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

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

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

I more so

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

acid, was the scarlett mark bright on her

a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if

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

Tristan

of confusion. Her voice was soft,

a trait I embraced in

to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching

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

determined man. By the end of the night, her body would respond only to my touch. It

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

claim her, her body responded to me in a way that

of pleasure hit her, and I made sure to watch her face

with bliss; fed on the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to

in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force myself to move. Instead, I pulled the covers

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

lingered

at the purple

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

were beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires as

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