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.”

already?”‘ I heard a familiar soprano call out, her voice alone hushing the

someone who had stayed up drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and wasn’t rummaging through the shorts, shirts,

off all the shades of gold in her hair, while mine

that covered him. She tapped a manicured nail against the back of his shoulder, where the word ‘thicc’ was

won’t get off Lola’s back. The Alpha’s brother has a crush.” Zeke joked dryly, shrugging when I gave him a

years growing up with them and I haven’t had any luck diffusing that b**b.” She sighed, pulling

the brothers but couldn’t bring myself to ask

I shook my head, thinking of my own brother. Annoying at the worst of times, and a protector at the

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

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

dramatically swept her ponytail over her shoulder and sighed, “Besides, he was kind of an

Vampires?” That was worrisome, though we did expect retaliation of some sort. It was natural for everyone to be curious, but then why did Cassidy’s words put

moving a hoard of vampires into town-his words, not mine.” Cassidy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “He did say something about ‘hot vampire b*****s,’ so I

to shift into pigs, and not werewolves.”

h**l-bent on hating one another. Brandon snarled

hopping off the back of the truck to dust her blue jeans off. “I’ll see you

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

and while I hated the thought of him being in pain, his injuries were one

do you both look like that?” Zeke frowned, no longer protesting as we dragged him to the car and

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

in hushed tones with phones pulled out and camera’s rolling. There eyes and attention fell on Asher and I. Rumors were whispered, suspicions and praises, all mixed into a chorus of voices that

I kept my voice low, knowing there was a

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. We missed his dimpled grin; one we hadn’t

a tad pale as we veered past the various