Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 41 – Mason’s P.o.v

Everything hurts—Quite literally.

My body aches from the weight of my own emotions, pressing down on me until the claustrophobia hits. The air turns thick and stagnant in my lungs.

There were moments when I had convinced myself I had some semblance of control. I was now beginning to realize, I never had control. The illusion of control kept me sane for so long, and it’s absence was tearing me apart.

i shuffled through the thundering club, keeping my eyes glued to Breyona.

I refused to look at the dancing couples–Refused to acknowledge the smell of lut and sx in the air. It was all too painful, resurfacing images I had spent a year trying to forget.

I refused to look back at Lola—Ignoring the insane urge that always came over me when she was around.

Lola—A little bundle of fire and spice, but her heart was still pure.

She hadn’t known it at the time; but the first time we trained together, my heart was hers.

I never expected to feel that particular emotion again, convinced it was gone from my heart for good.

My wolf tried to convince me, tried to make me see reason but soon he too was swept away. What chance could we have when two other men already craved her heart?

She was not our mate, her mate was out in the world somewhere. What right did I have to take that from her? Could I truly expect her to pick me?

Nonetheless, I couldn’t continue ignoring how I felt. Lola had been the first one to grab my heart after what happened last year.

We had moved from the pack a year ago. My Grandfather on my mother’s side became ill. He was an old man, so his condition wasn’t surprising.

I know it sounds harsh; but my Grandfather wasn’t a good man. He spent his life molding my Mom into a submissive she-wolf, beating any form of disobedience from her. Maybe that was why I fell for Lola, her strong will remained unbroken even with everything life threw at her.

I could only stand idle while my Mom cared for the man that caused her years of trauma and pain. The sight was sickening, driving me from the house at every chance I had.

We lived in a small shack, right on the outskirts of the city. This gave me ample opportunities to go out and find something to do.

For the time being, I found myself a job. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a simple job at a family owned sandwich shop. This got me out of the house, and gave me some spare money. My Grandfather had a hefty will, leaving everything he owned to my Mom. She was numb with shock for hours after hearing the news.

I suppose somewhere in his sick and twisted heart, a part of him loved his daughter.

stubborn man

to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad couldn’t stand the pain he caused

didn’t want him m******d. After all, what satisfaction could be

found the strength to be in the same room as the

he knew my Dad would end his life

My shift ended late into the night, but I didn’t mind. Night had

crudely made birthday cake from my Mom with a goofy smile. Mom had never been good

my cake. Year after year, I watched my Mom’s face light up as my Dad made my birthday cakes. Her eyes would trail over every step he

it was even better than Dad’s. He knew of course, but couldn’t stand to see his mate unhappy. The

meat and freshly baked bread from the Deli. The scent of daisy’s and cotton swirled around my mind, my head turning in

were long forgotten. The delicious smell grew stronger as I turned the

sweetheart.” A gruff voice chuckled lowly, “Just a

snapped, fear absent in her

surged, forcing me into a run as I turned the

the alley way, her face contorted into a glare as she looked up at the man before

looked amused, his eyes glinting as he

if

chuckled, “You still need Felix to fight

you’ll see.”

exchange was weird. It seemed like the two knew

wolf spoke through me before I had the chance to

my direction. It was too late to change my course

cried out at the woman against

off from the woman, turning his deadly gaze onto

escaped my lips, the

expected a fight; some form of confrontation from the man but

the woman one last

to do.” The guy snapped, turning down the alley way with a huff. His fists were

frowned, approaching my

werewolves, you always imagine what it will be like to find your mate. You could never

this woman was perfection. Her skin was deep ebony, the color of fresh espresso. Her eyes were an intoxicating shade of brown, set with glimpses of amber and gold. Obsidian hair ran down to her shoulders, thousands of spiral curls grazed against her

a hand placed on her

playing at my lips as I looked