Alpha Asher by Jane

Alpha Asher novel By Jane Doe chapter 1
I didn’t stop running until I was deep into the forest, my lungs burning from being deprived of oxygen.

My wolf, Maya, was furious.

She was hesitant about Tyler in the beginning, but was eventually won over. She thought he was our mate too. While I was heartbroken and fighting back tears, Maya was seething.

I closed my eyes and allowed her to take over, making her promise that she wouldn’t go and hunt Tyler down.

Maya carried us farther into the woods, and I allowed myself to sink into the furthest depths of her mind. My head was still racing with what had just happened, I wanted to turn everything off for just a few moments. I couldn’t handle it.

Hours and hours had passed, but I hardly noticed. I drifted off as Maya hunted and continued running.

I finally came to my senses when soft grass tickled my naked back. The familiar scent of herbs filled the air. Basil, Lavender, and Mint invaded my nose and soothed my aching heart.

“Lola, dear? Is that you?” A withered voice called out and I felt my heart jump.

“You brought me here?” I asked Maya in surprise.

“We need her. We’re not going back.” She growled, resenting me for thwarting her plans on attacking Tyler.

“Grandma?” My voice cracked and I sat up from the grass.

It was nearing dawn, the sun was just beginning to rise and it cast orange hues along her small cottage. Her herb gardens lifted and swayed in the breeze.

I had always loved coming to grandma’s house. My mom forbade me and my brother from coming back here, holding a grudge against my grandma for years.

The story of my mom meeting my dad isn’t one I like to talk about. My mom and dad aren’t mates. Mom rejected her mate when she was younger, seeking out my dad when she realized his mate had died. My grandma always resented her for that, for throwing the mate bond away.

“Lola, what on earth are you doing here?” My grandma exclaimed, wrapping a woven blanket around my exposed body. She pulled me into a hug and I could feel myself break down at her familiar scent and touch.

My grandma had this quality that made everyone love her. She was nearly impossible not to get along with. My grandma matched my extremely short height of 5’2′, and had the same long black hair. She was more withered, with laugh lines circling her mouth and eyes, but she had never looked better to me.

“I missed you so much.” I cried into her shoulder. I even remembered how she smelled. So many different herbs and apples. Grandma had a couple of apple trees she absolutely adored. She would always be making a pie or some kind of dessert when we used to visit.

“What’s got you all worked up, Lola?” Grandma frowned, “Is it that boy you’re dating?”

Grandma was always supportive of anything I wanted to do, she just always reminded me to think things through.

little cottage

She sat next to me, placing a fresh set of clothes in my

tell her,

poured my heart out for what seemed like hours. She never once threw my mistake back in my

want to go back, Grandma. I can’t face them.” I

finality. She had that determined look on

dad.” I sighed, knowing a huge

My grandma shook her head, placing a cup of tea in my

1 Year Later

laughed, launching myself through the air. I maneuvered around the muscular arms that reached out to grab

to the ground, dodging limbs and landing my own

Lola, don’t let me land any

a few more seconds. He’s getting tired.”

my own in the process. I could feel him breaking down, growing tired as he threw

Maya yelled in my

before he could defend himself. He turned away, as if he were going to run. I

holding it there, I jumped off his back and beamed up

work, kid.”

I smirked, finally having gotten the upper

eyes and frowned at me, “Don’t go getting cocky now. You still need to work on building your

me have this win.” I sighed, smiling at my

me updates on Tyler and his mate, which I learned was named Brittany. I kept in constant contact with my dad, the only person who seemed to understand the decision I had

had started taking over his duties as Beta, my father having retired almost a

her cottage, picking herbs and making pastries with the apples she had picked.

and I. In Chris’s prime he was one of the best warriors in history, and even a Beta at one point. No one knew what happened to

favor. Being 5’2′ and 105lbs didn’t give me much to work with. After training with Chris for almost a year, I could easily handle myself. I’m small and fast, which means men twice my size had to work even harder

me, placing a

said through a mouthful of sandwich. Why would

have some news.” Sean’s voice responded from the other end, sounding a lot deeper

I frowned, sitting on the arm of the couch

pause on the other end of the

replied

could mom be dead? Everything seemed normal when