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.

Queen, human blood was as vital as food and water. 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

could feel my mouth watering, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the blood or

through the foyer and into the kitchen, I was greeted

ears. It made him look a bit younger, less serious even

the past month, I had been trying

or my

up, but it didn’t seem to be helping. She continued to shut herself off from the world, refusing to talk about the magic that had to be swirling beneath

with 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 things,

face. The delicate scent of lavender mixed with vanilla and brown sugar

wrinkling my nose when something

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,

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

a snort, he stood and waltzed over to the fridge, purposefully ignoring Tristan as he stood just a foot away. He grabbed a blood

not at all used to

and their monarchs were different than werewolves. While there was no Vampire command forcing their will, they could feel the strength of their ruler and had a sort of sixth sense when it came to certain things. It didn’t go as far as a mind-link, but both Giovanni and Tristan could

the fact that he often brought me blood when I needed it, that was statement enough for where we stood. He supported me, both because of my

to drain the glass entirely within seconds, feeling Asher’s curious eyes

sure you didn’t call us here at four in the morning to chat?“ I asked warily, already sure something had

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

his deep voice to create something almost musical.

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

damage within

the wooden chairs at the dining room

send your troops to where they’ve been attacking and

engage unless more lives are in danger.“ Tristan suggested, leveling his

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

“ I replied, knowing as well as he did that

of warriors, all of which Asher and I trusted to obey orders. With bleary eyes, we headed for the front door. Tristan followed us outside, eyeing the rising

to speak.“ His voice was unusually gruff, and I nodded

“Something wrong, Tristan?“

and I felt my stomach plummet to the ground.

luck yet?“ I asked, feeling

few candidates.“ He nodded sharply, eyes staring down at me. “You’ll get the files in a few hours. The sooner you go through them, the sooner we can

assured him, “But Asher’s going to have a say in

roaming my face before he turned on his heel

hum as we passed houses and street signs. When we passed his family home, I frowned and looked at

asked,

you could use a run. I think

lot more fun than sleeping.“ I

it was shifting. The feel of bounding through the forest, your feet near silent against the earth

forest became

Asher, especially when I stripped the