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.

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

feel my mouth watering, though I wasn’t sure if

through the foyer and into the kitchen, I

leaned against the wall; his golden hair cropped shorter now, just a few inches below his ears. It made him look

to be found. Over the past

to join the outside world or my pack, I tried everything possible

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.

Only Tristan

frowned, shoving a cookie in my face. The delicate scent of lavender mixed with vanilla and brown sugar to create something

grabbed the cookie, and took a bite, wrinkling my

from off the counter. With her hands on her hips, she glared at the remaining cookies in the oven. “You know, when your grandma gave me this recipe, I thought there would

m y eyes straying to where Giovanni sat, a dark glass of blood in

away. He grabbed a blood bag from the fridge and poured it

mumbled, still not at all

of sixth sense when it

me blood when I needed it, that was statement enough for where we stood. He supported me, both because

the glass entirely within

us here at four in the morning to chat?“ I

back the strands of hair from his face. When Giovanni grunted, Tristan flashed him

his light accent paired with his deep voice to create something almost

the future backlash and the grief the families must be going through. I glanced up at Asher, whose golden eyes had darkened with rage. “Where are they attacking from? We’ll send forces after the announcement,

within the next eight hours.“ Breyona

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

don’t you send your troops to where they’ve been attacking and

in danger.“

feel the response in him instantly, but Asher had much more patience than Giovanni. Where

a terrible plan. “ I replied, knowing as

next half an hour, assignments had been sent out to a team of warriors, all of which Asher and I trusted to

voice was unusually gruff, and I nodded

“Something wrong, Tristan?“

he said, and I felt my stomach plummet to the ground. “

I asked, feeling desperation swirl in

the files in a few hours. The sooner you

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

a brittle smile, eyes roaming my face before he turned on his heel

we passed houses

going?“ I asked, to

could use a run. I think

I replied truthfully, feeling

one thing I adored more than sleep, but less than Asher, it was shifting. The feel of bounding through the forest, your feet near silent against the earth as

over on the shoulder of the road when the forest became thick, nearly impossible to peer

was impossible not to feel confident around Asher, especially when I stripped the