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.

clinging to life. A stubborn man for the entirety of his life, of

myself, fighting the urge to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad

could be gained from k*****g a man

and somehow found the strength to be

while we lived with him. I think he knew my Dad would end his life

didn’t mind. Night had always been peaceful to me, clearing my head with the crisp breezes that drifted

turned eighteen three days ago, accepting the crudely made birthday cake from my Mom with a goofy smile.

insisted Mom make 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 went through, asking questions along

horrible replica of my Dad’s, but I didn’t have the heart to make her stop. Each year I’d eat my full of cake, telling her it was even better than Dad’s. He knew of course, but couldn’t stand to see his mate unhappy. The two of us protected my Mom in every way we could, making up for the worst years

had left Dev’s Deli, taking deep breaths of the crisp night air when a smell hit me. It was mingled with the smell of smoked meat and freshly baked bread from the Deli. The scent of daisy’s and cotton

any thoughts of walking home were long forgotten. The delicious smell grew stronger as I turned the corner and continued down

on sweetheart.” A gruff voice

her tone. “You know I don’t

me into a run as I turned the

her face contorted into

looked amused, his eyes glinting as he stared the

f**k you up if you don’t back off.”

man chuckled, “You still

next week you’ll see.” The

like the two knew eachother, hated

wolf spoke through me before I had the chance

direction. It was too late to change

out at the woman against the wall, clawing at the walls

man backed off from the woman, turning

growl escaped my lips, the mans eyes widened in

of confrontation from

to the woman one last time, keeping his hard

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

alright?” I frowned, approaching my

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

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

The woman shrugged, a hand placed on her round hips.

a smile playing at my lips as