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.

pursued me, but were all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never

wanted a mate; not

and somewhat out of control. She burned as she

that night. The truth of

loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but

however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much

so wondered

wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle this,

like acid,

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

to know more, to know how to remove the

Tristan

mixed with a tone of confusion. Her

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

lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the hideous

would respond only to my touch.

everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her.

I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded

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

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

morning, I let her fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force myself to move. Instead, I pulled the covers over her

her back was uncovered, giving me a good

of her skin lingered on my tongue, sweet and

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 her

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

pointing at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon and Katie’s

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