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.

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

to end my Grandfather’s life at every chance. Dad couldn’t stand

After all, what satisfaction could

strength to be in the same room

no issues while we lived with him. I think he knew my Dad would end

ended late into the night, but I didn’t mind. Night had always been peaceful to me, clearing my

cake from my Mom with a goofy smile. Mom had never been good at cooking;

I 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

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.

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 swirled around my mind, my head turning in the direction of the

thoughts of walking home were long forgotten. The delicious

A gruff voice chuckled lowly, “Just a

fear absent in her tone. “You know I don’t answer to no one

wolf surged, forcing me into a run as I turned the corner into

against the brick wall of the alley way, her face contorted into a glare as she

his eyes glinting as he stared the

up if you don’t back off.”

chuckled, “You still need Felix to fight

you’ll see.”

entire exchange was weird. It seemed like the two knew eachother, hated yet tolerated

through me before I had

heads whipped in my direction. It was too late to change my course of action;

wolf cried out at the woman against the wall, clawing at the walls of

the woman, turning his deadly gaze onto

my lips, the mans eyes widened

a fight; some form of confrontation from the man but

woman one last

way with a huff. His fists were clenched at his side as he walked into

alright?” I frowned, approaching my

find your mate. You

and gold. Obsidian hair ran down to her shoulders, thousands of spiral curls grazed against her throat. Ruby red lips, long eyelashes and high cheekbones. She was wearing a ankle length dress, a few rings glinting on her

a hand placed on her round

sure you can.” My eyes were dancing, a smile playing at my lips