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.

They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to

a mate; not a

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

tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into silence–something that never

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

however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha,

I more so

murmured, “If anyone can handle this, she

through my veins like acid, was the

split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about

to know how to remove the hideous mark from her

Tristan

a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too

inherently possessive, a trait

that night, but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time

marked her chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to

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

tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the

forgotten who she belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded to me in a way that couldn’t be

hit her, and I made sure to

her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did

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

creamy skin of her back was uncovered, giving me a

of her skin lingered on

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

other plans. There was work that needed to be done, especially now that I

at Vampires as the cause of

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