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.

They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never

mate; not

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

tell me what happened that night. The truth of

lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she was fiercely loyal to those she cared

half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha,

let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how

murmured, “If anyone can handle this,

veins like acid, was the scarlett

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

to know how to remove the hideous mark from her creamy

Tristan

with a tone of confusion. Her voice was

possessive, a trait I

her over the edge countless times that

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

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 girls often never

a mark to claim

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

fed on the pain mixed with bliss; fed on the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she

my mind, but I couldn’t

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

taste of her skin lingered on my

awoke by the sound of her shuffling from bed. Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her skin. The color purple was prominent on

day with her but life had other plans. There

at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon

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