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,

mate;

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

The truth of her heritage

unsettling, I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She

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

affect my pack. I more so wondered how this

wolf murmured, “If anyone can

fury rushing through my veins like acid, was the

second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about

to know more, to know how

Tristan

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

possessive, a trait I embraced in her

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

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

By the end of the night, her body would

disposal to send her tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her. She wanted me entirely, but bad

to claim her, her

arched as wave after wave of pleasure hit her,

on the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to stop.

own bed crossed my mind, but

of her back was uncovered, giving me a good

of her skin lingered on

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

life had other plans. There

beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires as the

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