Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 102 – There was something so satisfying about disobeying my mate, no matter how selfish and conceited it sounded. Perhaps it was the way his eyes darkened and nostrils flared whenever rage surged through him, or maybe it was the fact that deep down, my disobedience turned him on.

The respected and feared Alpha Asher, tormented and denied by a girl.

From the possessive touches that reminded me who my body responded to, and with the looks that held just a flicker of anger, I knew what Asher had planned for me the moment we made it back to the house.

Luckily, the things he wanted to do weren’t suited for his parents’ house, so I was in the clear for the time being.

A silent game played between the two of us, one where I seldom won – -but I wasn’t through trying.

Later that night, like many previous nights, sleep was an elusive beast that even I couldn’t tame.

I woke up with foggy eyes and a bit of drool on my face, torn from what could have been the best sleep I’ve had all week.

That was perhaps the only thing I missed about my old life, the endless potential for naps.

I woke from Giovanni tugging on the chord that connected me, the Vampire Queen, to every single living Vampire in this world.

It wasn’t quite like a mind-link. I couldn’t enter his thoughts and snare him to my will. I could merely feel his presence, like an annoying tap on the shoulder that wouldn’t cease.

I left the bedroom and wandered down the hall to the bathroom, opting to wake Asher up once I could form coherent sentences.

“I’m beginning to wonder who’s really the monarch here. Doesn’t the Queen ever get to sleep in?” I mumbled to myself, stumbling backwards when I nearly ran into Brandon’s towering form. I took a few steps back, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Oh.”

“What were you saying about monarchs and lack of sleep?” He smirked down at me, the spitting image of Asher, only with messier hair and crystal blue eyes.

The lights in the hallway were bright, making my eyes ache, but I could still smell the alcohol that wafted off of Brandon in waves. Rich amber and notes of thick honey, definitely some kind of whiskey. He wasn’t p**s drunk, not by far, but he had consumed more than enough to affect your average male wolf.

“Just mumbling about a dream I had.” I said a bit harsher than I meant, but he was blocking the bathroom door with his frame.

Both Claire and Killian had agreed it was better not to tell Brandon the truth. At least, not until the big announcement. Apparently, the man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. It was almost impossible to believe.

“Maybe you could tell me about this dream sometime, if my brother dares to let you out of his sight.” Brandon replied, his smirk a bit messier considering his state.

I couldn’t keep the d***h glare from settling over my face when Brandon felt bold enough to glance down a t the tank top and shorts, I wore. Not at all revealing, but my obvious anger only seemed to amuse him further. I stepped back and to the side when he tried to take a step towards me.

“Why don’t you hold your breath, and I’ll get on that. ” I answered without pause, my voice rightfully harsh. I slipped past him and gave him one last glare. “Go sleep off the alcohol before I knock you out myself.”

“Mm, now I see why you’re my brothers’ mate. ” He chuckled to himself, turning on his heel. With a last drunken grin, he called out over his shoulder. ” Goodnight, Lola.”

I woke Asher up ten minutes later, letting him know his brother was a raging dumbass. After spending a total of three minutes convincing Asher not to go and kick his drunken a*s, we left the house and hopped into the sedan.

Tristan, Holly, Giovanni, Breyona and Mason all stayed in a house two neighborhoods over. The houses were newly built, so many of them were vacant for the time being. It was the perfect place to stash two Vampire’s, and one Witch-Vampire who happened to be my half-sister.

We pulled up to the two —story house, wide with large windows that overlooked the porch and front yard. A driveway jutted off to the side, wrapping around the back where a two -car garage sat.

As Asher and I walked up the porch steps and through the front door, I was hit with the distinct scent of my grandina’s lavender cookies—mixed with the heady perfume that was human blood.

Granted, I could go longer without human blood than I could food, but it was blood that often smelled better. A month ago, I had tried to go an entire week without the thick taste of blood in my mouth. The sickness that swept through me was horrible , all but vanishing once

sure if it was from the blood

we walked through the foyer and into the kitchen, I was greeted by the scent

just a few inches below his ears. It made him look a bit younger, less serious even though a scowl currently decorated his

the past

once pushing her to join the outside world or

Tristan was the one to understand her most of the time. He was the only one who could get her to open up, but it didn’t seem to be helping. She continued to shut herself off from the world, refusing to talk

dark eyes that shimmered with amusement every so often. Giovanni had always been reserved. Only Tristan and Breyona could evoke the slightest hint of emotion from the man. While Breyona invoked all of the good

a cookie in my face. The delicate scent of lavender mixed

wrinkling my

her hips, she glared at the remaining

to

purposefully ignoring Tristan as he stood just a foot away. He grabbed a blood bag from the fridge and poured it into a glass, approaching

still not at all used

and had a sort of sixth sense when it came to certain things. It didn’t go as

blood when I needed it, that was statement enough for where we stood.

the glass entirely within seconds, feeling Asher’s

here at four in the morning to

of Vampire’s trying to rouse up trouble.“ Tristan sighed, brushing back the strands of hair from his face. When Giovanni grunted, Tristan flashed him

his deep

Asher, whose golden eyes had darkened with rage. “Where

more damage within the next eight

to slaughter them is any better.“ I sighed, plopping down in one of the wooden chairs at the dining room table. “I need the other Vampire’s to see that I’m on their side, that I’m not going to k**l them all because I’m mated to

where they’ve been attacking and simply tell them to hold

unless more lives are in danger.“ Tristan suggested,

Giovanni. Where Tristan and Giovanni often resorted to punches, Asher hadn’t so much

plan. “ I replied, knowing as

I trusted to obey orders. With bleary eyes, we headed for the front

gruff, and I nodded for Asher to

“Something wrong, Tristan?“

sister is having nightmares again.“ Was all he said, and I felt my stomach plummet to the ground. “ Bad

parents had any luck yet?“ I asked, feeling desperation swirl in the

the files in a few hours.

on it.“ I assured him, “But Asher’s going to have a say in

He replied with a brittle smile, eyes roaming my face before he turned on his heel and

houses and street signs. When we passed his family

are we going?“ I asked,

like you could use a run. I think I might want one as

fun than sleeping.“ I replied truthfully, feeling my wolf

through the forest, your feet near silent against

the forest became thick, nearly impossible to

not to feel confident around Asher, especially when I stripped the clothes from my