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.

my strength to carry them, needed me to make

mate; not a

fire in the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned

to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into

I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve

many werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as

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

wolf murmured, “If

sent fury rushing through my veins like acid, was

seen such a mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo.

know how to remove the hideous

Tristan

of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too soft to be speaking of

inherently possessive, a trait

her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching the pain and bliss on

lips and teeth, feeling the need

was a determined man. By the end of the night, her body would respond only to

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

claim her, her body responded

after wave of pleasure hit her, and I made sure

my touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of

let her fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I

creamy skin of her back was uncovered, giving me a good view of

skin lingered on

of her shuffling from bed. Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her skin.

with her but life had other plans. There was work that needed to be done, especially now that

were beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires as the

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