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.

but were all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never spoke

a mate; not a

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

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

where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been

werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha,

wouldn’t let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how

My wolf murmured, “If anyone

acid, was the scarlett mark

had never seen such a mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about

needed to know more, to know how

Tristan

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

were inherently possessive, a trait I

but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching the pain and

my lips and teeth, feeling the

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

after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her. She

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

wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and I made sure to

Not once did she beg

fall asleep. Leaving her in her own bed crossed my

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

skin lingered on my

sound of her shuffling from bed. Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her

with her but life had other plans. There was work that

up, pointing at Vampires as the

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