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.

all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never spoke out, never did

mate; not a

a fire in the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out

what happened that night. The

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

None however were half-vampire. Even as

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

My wolf murmured, “If

like acid, was the scarlett mark

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

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

Tristan

tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too

were inherently possessive, a trait I embraced

but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless

lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the hideous mark

By the end of the night, her body would respond only

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

mark to claim her, her body

back arched as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and

the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers, the pleads,

her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t

was uncovered, giving me a good view of her

taste of her skin lingered on my

bed. 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

but life had other plans. There was work that

beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires

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