Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 41 – Mason’s P.o.v

Everything hurts—Quite literally.

My body aches from the weight of my own emotions, pressing down on me until the claustrophobia hits. The air turns thick and stagnant in my lungs.

There were moments when I had convinced myself I had some semblance of control. I was now beginning to realize, I never had control. The illusion of control kept me sane for so long, and it’s absence was tearing me apart.

i shuffled through the thundering club, keeping my eyes glued to Breyona.

I refused to look at the dancing couples–Refused to acknowledge the smell of lut and sx in the air. It was all too painful, resurfacing images I had spent a year trying to forget.

I refused to look back at Lola—Ignoring the insane urge that always came over me when she was around.

Lola—A little bundle of fire and spice, but her heart was still pure.

She hadn’t known it at the time; but the first time we trained together, my heart was hers.

I never expected to feel that particular emotion again, convinced it was gone from my heart for good.

My wolf tried to convince me, tried to make me see reason but soon he too was swept away. What chance could we have when two other men already craved her heart?

She was not our mate, her mate was out in the world somewhere. What right did I have to take that from her? Could I truly expect her to pick me?

Nonetheless, I couldn’t continue ignoring how I felt. Lola had been the first one to grab my heart after what happened last year.

We had moved from the pack a year ago. My Grandfather on my mother’s side became ill. He was an old man, so his condition wasn’t surprising.

I know it sounds harsh; but my Grandfather wasn’t a good man. He spent his life molding my Mom into a submissive she-wolf, beating any form of disobedience from her. Maybe that was why I fell for Lola, her strong will remained unbroken even with everything life threw at her.

I could only stand idle while my Mom cared for the man that caused her years of trauma and pain. The sight was sickening, driving me from the house at every chance I had.

We lived in a small shack, right on the outskirts of the city. This gave me ample opportunities to go out and find something to do.

For the time being, I found myself a job. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a simple job at a family owned sandwich shop. This got me out of the house, and gave me some spare money. My Grandfather had a hefty will, leaving everything he owned to my Mom. She was numb with shock for hours after hearing the news.

I suppose somewhere in his sick and twisted heart, a part of him loved his daughter.

A stubborn man for the entirety

like myself, fighting the urge to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad couldn’t stand the pain he caused his mate, but my Mom

him m******d. After all, what satisfaction could be gained from k*****g a man already on

somehow found the strength to be

we lived with him. I think he knew my Dad would end his life if he so much

late into the night, but I didn’t mind.

eighteen three days ago, accepting the crudely made birthday cake from my Mom with a goofy smile. Mom had never been good

my Mom’s face light up as my Dad made my birthday cakes. Her eyes would trail over every step he went through,

telling her it was even better than Dad’s. He knew of course, but couldn’t stand to see his mate unhappy. The

me. It was mingled with the smell of smoked meat and freshly baked bread from the Deli. The scent of daisy’s and cotton swirled around my

the road, any thoughts of walking home were long forgotten. The

voice chuckled

absent in her tone. “You know

as I turned the corner

against the brick wall of the alley way, her face contorted into a glare as

man looked amused, his eyes glinting as he stared the little

up if you don’t back off.” The

up.” The gruff man chuckled,

week you’ll see.” The woman

like the two knew eachother, hated

wolf spoke through me

my direction. It was too late to change my course of action; my

woman against the wall, clawing at the walls of my

backed off from the woman, turning his deadly gaze

lips, the mans eyes

fight; some form of confrontation from

last time, keeping his hard

turning down the alley way with a huff. His fists were clenched at his side as he

frowned, approaching

your mate. You could never truly understand

was deep ebony, the color of fresh espresso. Her eyes were an intoxicating shade of brown, set with glimpses of amber and gold. Obsidian hair ran down to her shoulders,

but he’s harmless.” The woman shrugged, a hand placed on her round hips. “I can handle myself just

a smile playing at my lips as I looked down at