Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 116 – “Alright, so maybe he can use me to get a rise out of Asher.” I sighed under my breath, wincing when Brandon’s fist slammed into Asher’s jaw. My mate absorbed the hit with a straight face, his golden eyes bright with anger as he grabbed his brother by the throat and shoved him back.

Brandon, as cocky as ever despite the massive hangover he was sporting, quickly regained his balance. His dark hair was messy on his head and lacked the charm of naturally tousled hair. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and snarled at his older brother, charging forward with enough force to knock a grown man off his feet.

It was clear Brandon was a glutton for punishment. He knew Asher would find him after what he pulled last night- especially after laying a hand on me.

He stumbled out of some sorority house I had no name for, directly across the street from the afterparty most of the University attended. Half-dressed and grinning ear to ear, he spread his arms wide and said, ‘hello brother.’

Even as Asher charged up the front lawn, past the crumpled beer cans, empty bottles of liquor, and torn streamers from last night’s party, his grin never faltered.

“This is your fault, y’know.”‘ I frowned at Zeke, snatching the canned margarita out of his hands to toss into the trash. I gave him a dry look, “Don’t pout at me, Zeke. You know d**n well if you hadn’t had pointed Brandon out, they wouldn’t be fist fighting in the front yard of some frat house.”

Zeke was perched on the bed of a pick-up truck that someone had driven into the front yard. Not only was he missing a shirt, but there were various words painted all over his chest and back in what looked like pink paint markers. At this current moment, he was scratching the words ‘eat me’ which were located just an inch above his pant line.

I sighed, avoiding the curious eyes of the hungover college students. The ones awake, anyway. “I can only imagine what .everyone else thinks, watching their Alpha and his brother fight. Then they can look to their left, and see another Alpha, shirtless and covered in pink paint.”

“There were thirteen separate fights last night, Lola. Only seven of them were outside, and two were at the lake.” Zeke laughed boldly, his muscular shoulders shaking before he winced and grunted from the harsh sound. He ran a hand through his messy hair, which smelled strongly of beer, and shrugged. “Most of us have grown up watching Brandon and Asher fight. Even if it wasn’t their Alpha and his brother, this would be nothing new. Now when claws and fangs come out, then we’ll worry. Right now, they’re just f*****g with one another.”

The more I paid attention, the more I realized Zeke was right. Both Brandon and Asher landed some nasty blows, punches, and kicks that I knew would leave welts, but neither backed down.

Even though he was a cocky, insufferable jerk, it was obvious that Asher wasn’t the only son of an Alpha. Brandon was just as much Killian’s son as his brother, fighting back with a ferocity that a normal werewolf would lack, especially when it came to sparring with an Alpha.

“What happened to Carson and her gymnast friend you were becoming so fond of? It must’ve taken you a long time to realize she wasn’t your mate, not that she minded.” I teased, forever scolding Zeke’s playboy ways.

“She left her phone in her car last night, had to uber back to the lake to grab it.” He shrugged, his lips twisting into a wicked grin. “As for her gymnast friend, she’s still asleep. You wouldn’t believe how flexible- “.

I can live without knowing the details.”

hushing the

drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and

a high pony, the style showed off all the shades of gold in her hair, while mine seemed

Her candy pink lips twitched into a grin as she looked over Zeke’s chest, and the paint that covered him. She tapped a manicured nail against

Brandon here won’t get off Lola’s back. The Alpha’s brother has a crush.”

you for not getting in between them. Twenty years growing up with them and

about what might’ve happened between the brothers but couldn’t bring myself to ask while we were surrounded by so many

times, and a protector at the best. Thinking back to a comment Cassidy previously made, I inclined my head.

like it was a curse. With her surfer-girl looks, I hadn’t thought she could look threatening, but I had been more than wrong. Her seafoam eyes flared with irritation, “B*****d had a girlfriend, probably more than one. I’m

a piece of s**t.” I scoffed, surprised at how easy it was to get sucked into girl-talk with Cassidy. She talked a lot with her hands, and was passionate about life, but they were qualities I slowly began to find amusing. “If you

go right to my head.” She dramatically swept her ponytail over her shoulder and sighed, “Besides, he was kind of an a*****e. He asked me all kinds of questions about you, and the

Vampires?” That was worrisome, though we did expect retaliation of some sort. It was natural for everyone

were moving a hoard of vampires into town-his words,

shift into pigs, and not werewolves.” I shook my

ended without a victor. Just two b****y, battered brothers still h**l-bent on hating one another. Brandon snarled his

to go find Brandon, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” Cassidy sighed, hopping off the back of the truck to dust her blue jeans off. “I’ll see

get to the lake. Now.’ Mason’s voice flooded my head, the tone of urgency caused

and eyebrow were already healing, and while I hated the thought of him

that?” Zeke frowned, no longer protesting as

The dirt lot everyone had parked in was roped off with thick, yellow caution tape. The various trails that led to the lake and docks were also blocked off, guarded by warriors with

pulled out and camera’s rolling. There eyes and attention fell on Asher and I. Rumors were whispered, suspicions and praises, all

knowing there was a

between myself and the shadows, one I still blamed myself for relentlessly, Mason hadn’t been fairing well. He had been grieving these months, and even though he deserved all the time in the world, Breyona and I worried for our cheerful best-friend.

He shook his head, looking a tad pale as we veered