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.”

was more than

her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt escaped

Giovanni?”

for your life, friend.” I frowned, once again shoving the

Tristan shook his head, but he still looked troubled. “The King would

I shrugged, “You may also be wrong. A

mischievously. “The King will

that much was clear. He was unable to hide what he had

move against

We had joined the service of the King the same year, had been raised

“I simply did what our species must–I marked

rushed through me, adding another overlooked factor

“She has an intended mate out there. What will your course of action be if her intended is

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

am sure of this. But,

in my mind, her short brown hair glistening

been ours if

body stiffened, my hand clutching the thin

who he

King’s voice was calm, a calm I had gotten

could 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 men had

King’s voice whipped across us like

and the rest of

The King

wanted to sigh as Tristan had yet again pulled me into

not wanting to feel the Kings wrath. Not a single

you done, Tristan?” The King turned, his eyes nearing black as they met

I found very strange. Standing on the precipice of d***h, and yet he

possibly save

was a factor I had

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