Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 50 – Alpha Asher P.o.v

For once Lola had realized the situation, she had gotten herself into. The guilt was clear on her face, as was acceptance. While I was furious, my wolf and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

She recognized her mistake yet owned up to it. She realized she needed to do better, to prevent these kinds of problems.

Her losing the fight was not an option. There wasn’t a chance in h**l Lola would be spending the night with Alpha Bran. I’d sooner break the deal and k**l him, absorbing his pack in the process. I didn’t care if it was frowned upon. No one was touching what belonged to me.

Lola still fought against my reigns but for the time being, she did as I asked. I enjoyed her defiance immensely, but I also enjoyed her obedience.

She got on her knees for me, her pretty little lips ready to take the head of my c**k. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Angelic with a wild streak, with just a hint of darkness in her innocent features.

I knew what she wanted from me, and I wanted the same. I forced myself to wait, a flimsy grasp on my self-control. I never had someone test my own control the way Lola did. I was constantly fighting myself, fighting the urge to tear the clothes from her body.

I forced her to sleep in my room tonight. I could see the defiance forming in her eyes but knew she wouldn’t fight back. She wanted this as bad as I did. She craved my touch, my dominance over her. Such a fiery little thing that no one dared control, yet I did.

She looked completely as ease as she slept. Her chest rising and falling in the black t-shirt I had given her. If only she knew, the moment she pulled my shirt over her head, I had to resist the urge to take her then and there. Our scents mingled, forming something new and equally intoxicating.

She was a little bundle of fire, one I longed to have writhing beneath me. The screams I would coax from her would wake the entire house.

I had been awake for an hour, watching her sleep when her eyelashes fluttered. Her little snores were cut short as her eyes flickered open. I watched in silent awe as awareness seeped into her gaze, replacing the sleep that had once been there.

Once she was fully awake, her eyes flickered over to my own. Blush crept up her cheeks, as it often did when I looked at her. She had thrown the blanket from her body in the middle of the night. She laid b**e on the bed, nothing but my t-shirt covering her body.

Her long legs and creamy skin stood out against my dark shirt. Her firm bre*sts pressed tightly against the material, her nips hardening on their own accord. She was every man’s wet dream, and yet she belonged to me.

the shirt from her body and nestle my face in between those perfect legs, we had things to

ball of fire, she had never beat an Alpha before. Alpha’s were not to be

harder, gain more speed behind

stretched her arms into the air, my shirt riding up

eyebrow at her, peeling my eyes from

confusion. A harsher blush stained her cheeks

myself. “We could skip the beating you’d receive today during training. I wouldn’t mind dedicating a day to making

though she tried to fight it. That only made me want

scoffed, lifting her

was unable to best me. I was stronger than most Alpha’s, a phenomenon that was known to

my eyes burning into her

lip jutted out in that little pout she enjoyed. Her plush lip stared at me tantalizingly, begging to be bitten. If only she knew how

I smirked, pulling

some clothes, smirking as I felt her eyes drag across my muscular

me, knowing I would see her body regardless. Her brests were perfect, not too small but not to large. They hung on her chest in perfect teardrops, followed by deliciously pink nips. Her bottom was rounded, swaying as she walked over to the dresser. I could feel myself harden in my sweatpants as she bent over, grabbing some leggings from the bottom drawer. Her little puy peeked out from between her legs, shining with moisture. From the sly glint in her eyes, the move had been intentional. Anger and raw lut flooded through me as the urge to fk her hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I thought I was used to the temptation; she would

always punish her later. I’d be making her sleep in my room

the she-wolves in town, but I had always preferred curvier women. She was practically designed for my wolf and I. Feisty in a small yet curvy package, full lips that

hid her creamy skin and the rounded curves of her hips. Her sports bra

Lola and I wouldn’t be attending. I

clear space to train. There weren’t mats on the floor, meaning falls would hurt more. I only enjoyed bringing Lola pain when pleasure came in turn. Fighting Lola felt

eyes off Lola. My heart had nearly exploded when Breyona woke me from my sleep, telling me Vampires had taken

I pushed my own feelings to the side, “Focus only on what you are

it often did when she was lost in thought. I could see her warring with the fire in her eyes. I presume she was successful, as she turned