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.

complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed

mate;

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

me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had

She might’ve been disobedient, but she was

half-vampire. Even

wouldn’t let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this would affect her, how she would

wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle

rushing through my veins like acid, was the

before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now belonged to one

how to remove the hideous mark from

Tristan

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

were inherently possessive, a trait I embraced

mend it. I sent her over

marked her chest with my lips and teeth, feeling

end of the night, her body would respond only to

O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing

had forgotten who she belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded to me in a way that couldn’t be

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

the pain mixed with bliss; fed on the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once

my mind, but I

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

taste of her skin lingered

me as I looked at the purple

to stay–wanted to spend the day with her but life had other plans. There was work that

at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon and

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