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.

strength to carry them,

wanted a mate; not a

wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned as she pleased, heeding

Grandmother had been the first to tell me what happened that night. The

Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she

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

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

murmured, “If anyone can handle

my veins like acid, was the scarlett

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

more, to know how to remove the

Tristan

her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her

inherently possessive, a trait I embraced in

control slipped that night, but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the

my lips and teeth, feeling the

night, her body would respond only to my touch. It would remember the pleasure I had

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

to claim her, her body responded to me

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

her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers, the pleads, she had never once uttered the word

the morning, I let her fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my

uncovered, giving me a good view of her

lingered

as I looked at the purple marks on her skin. The color purple was prominent

spend the day with her but life had other plans.

up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of

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