Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 42

Read 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.

were all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them,

wanted a mate;

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

night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into silence–something

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

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

this fact affect my pack. I more so

wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle this,

sent fury rushing through my veins like acid, was the scarlett

hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it

needed to know more, to know how to remove the hideous

Tristan

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

possessive, a trait

mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times

lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the hideous

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

org**m she pleaded for

she belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded to me in a

of pleasure hit her, and I made sure to watch

once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers, the pleads, she had never once uttered the

bed crossed my mind, but I

her back was uncovered, giving me

lingered on

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

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

line up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of

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