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.

too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them.

mate; not

the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control.

night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me

where Lola’s loyalty lied. She

None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much was

I more so wondered how this would affect her,

murmured, “If anyone

through my veins like acid, was

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

know more, to know how to remove the

Tristan

name left her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much

trait I embraced in her

over the edge countless times that night,

chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to

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

everything at my disposal to send her tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded

to claim her, her body

after wave of pleasure hit her,

touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers,

asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force myself to move. Instead, I

her back was uncovered, giving me a good view of

of her skin lingered on my tongue, sweet

the purple marks

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

signs were beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of

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