Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 40

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 40 – Giovanni’s P.o.v

The little she-wolf was quite interesting to watch. Her face conveyed every emotion openly, putting them on display for the world.

A chance; as she called it.

I myself became a key player in the little she-wolfs game, a game to earn my loyalty.

She was clueless to my enjoyment of g******g. What were the odds this little she-wolf would be successful in turning me from my own species. The logical side of me said the odds were slim to none, while some sliver of humanity within me was already hers.

It was clear the price she was willing to pay; her heart.

I couldn’t begin to understand the lives of this animal-like species.

Vampires considered themselves refined, choosing a mate that would suit their every need. Werewolves were slaves to some mythical Goddess in the sky, one who dictated their own mate. Did these wolves have control over anything?

I left the club that night with an infuriated Tristan. His anger swirled around him, but that wasn’t the only emotion pouring from within. Longing and interest framed his face as he struggled to keep this information from my grasp. He was not fast enough, cloaking his face with a mask of indifference.

“Something has happened?” I paused, lifting my eyebrow as I read the quick flicker of emotions.

Tristan looked almost…pained.

“Yes.” Tristan nodded, “Something has happened.”

“Did you fulfill the King’s request?” I asked, watching as his face hardened.

I masked my own face, burying my own emotions deep within me. I swore to never let them see the light of day. A strange yet dull pain formed in my chest, my mind lingering on the little she-wolf.

“I was unable to complete his task.” Tristan hesitated, something I had never seen him do before.

“Tell me if you must.” I pressed, “The King will find out regardless.”

“I marked her, Giovanni.” Tristan stopped walking, our forms cloaked by the night. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

marked..the she-wolf?” My interest was more than piqued. Another

her neck. Rage flooded

happened with you, Giovanni?” Tristan

life, friend.” I

his head, but he still looked troubled. “The

I shrugged, “You may also be wrong. A mark is not

me, friend.” Tristan’s eyes glinted mischievously. “The King

He was unable to hide what he had done, knowing the King would find

would dare move against

longest friend–If you could call him that. We had joined the service of the King the same year, had

his head. “I simply did what our species must–I marked a mate of my choosing,

me, adding another

there. What will your

This did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive, living in the moment as he pleased.

am sure of this. But,

nodded in agreement, but that sliver of Breyona within me was shaking her head. I could see her in my mind,

hissed, “She would’ve been ours if that feral b***h hadn’t interrupted

body stiffened, my hand clutching the thin napkin my

who

half-breed?” The King’s voice was calm, a calm I had

be placated when he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen this cold calmness fall on him one time. Twelve

voice whipped across us

of his men

Giovanni.” The

as Tristan had

Kings wrath. Not a single look of pity had come our way. As far as they were concerned, we deserved

King turned, his eyes nearing black as they met

strange. Standing on the

could possibly save him

factor I had

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