Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 40 – Giovanni’s P.o.v

The little she-wolf was quite interesting to watch. Her face conveyed every emotion openly, putting them on display for the world.

A chance; as she called it.

I myself became a key player in the little she-wolfs game, a game to earn my loyalty.

She was clueless to my enjoyment of g******g. What were the odds this little she-wolf would be successful in turning me from my own species. The logical side of me said the odds were slim to none, while some sliver of humanity within me was already hers.

It was clear the price she was willing to pay; her heart.

I couldn’t begin to understand the lives of this animal-like species.

Vampires considered themselves refined, choosing a mate that would suit their every need. Werewolves were slaves to some mythical Goddess in the sky, one who dictated their own mate. Did these wolves have control over anything?

I left the club that night with an infuriated Tristan. His anger swirled around him, but that wasn’t the only emotion pouring from within. Longing and interest framed his face as he struggled to keep this information from my grasp. He was not fast enough, cloaking his face with a mask of indifference.

“Something has happened?” I paused, lifting my eyebrow as I read the quick flicker of emotions.

Tristan looked almost…pained.

“Yes.” Tristan nodded, “Something has happened.”

“Did you fulfill the King’s request?” I asked, watching as his face hardened.

I masked my own face, burying my own emotions deep within me. I swore to never let them see the light of day. A strange yet dull pain formed in my chest, my mind lingering on the little she-wolf.

“I was unable to complete his task.” Tristan hesitated, something I had never seen him do before.

“Tell me if you must.” I pressed, “The King will find out regardless.”

“I marked her, Giovanni.” Tristan stopped walking, our forms cloaked by the night. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

was more than piqued. Another factor

second an image of Breyona flashed in my mind, Tristan’s mark glistening on her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt escaped my lips as I felt the mate

you, Giovanni?” Tristan turned, his own eyes

simply fearing for your life, friend.” I frowned, once again shoving the

not fear for me.” Tristan shook his head, but he still looked troubled. “The King would not dare k**l me while

may also be wrong. A

friend.” Tristan’s eyes glinted mischievously. “The King will not k**l

was unable to hide what he

would dare move against the

you could call him that. We had joined the service

would move against the King.” Tristan scoffed, shaking his head. “I simply

adding another overlooked factor to my

intended mate out there. What will your

crossed his mind. This did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive, living in the moment as he pleased. Consequences were not always

her intended mate.” Tristan nodded, “I am sure of this.

but that sliver of Breyona within me was shaking her head. I could see her in my mind, her short brown hair glistening like

almost had her.” Tristan hissed, “She would’ve been ours if that feral b***h

clutching the thin napkin my she-wolf

knew who he


the half-breed?” The King’s voice was calm, a calm I had

when he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen

voice whipped

of his men turned to

Giovanni.” The King

to sigh as Tristan had yet again

wanting to feel the Kings wrath. Not a single look of pity had come our way.

you done, Tristan?” The King turned, his eyes nearing black as they met

confident, something I found very strange. Standing on the precipice of d***h, and yet he believed himself to be

possibly

was a factor I

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