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.”

My interest was more than piqued.

mind, Tristan’s mark glistening on her neck. Rage flooded through me, possesive rage. A rough grunt

with you, Giovanni?” Tristan turned, his

simply fearing for your life, friend.” I

but he still looked troubled. “The King would not dare k**l me while my mark

be wrong. A mark is not a simple

Tristan’s eyes glinted mischievously. “The King will

to hide what he had

move against the King?”

call him that. We had joined the service of the King the same year, had been

simply did what our species must–I marked a mate of my choosing, one worthy of

through me, adding

noted, “She has an intended mate out there. What will your course of action be if her intended is not

did not surprise me. Tristan was compulsive,

intended mate.” Tristan nodded, “I am sure of this. But, I

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

her.” Tristan hissed, “She would’ve been ours if

stiffened, my hand clutching the thin napkin my she-wolf

who he

voice was calm, a calm I had gotten used to

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

King’s voice

the rest of

Giovanni.” The

Tristan had

room hastily, not wanting to feel the 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

very strange. Standing on the precipice of d***h, and yet he believed himself to

could possibly

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