Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 42 – Alpha Asher’s P.o.v

Infuriating; the first word I thought of when Lola popped into mind.

Addicting; the second word that described the little ball of fire that constantly tormented me.

She had disobeyed me from the very beginning. Such a simple task I had given her.

Arrive to training—on time.

She came late, making quite an entrance.

I was beginning to realize the many qualities of Lola, the faults that made her even more intoxicating.

The way her lower lip would jut out in a pout–without her realizing she had done so. Her bright eyes innocent, a hint of mischievousness twirling in their depths. Her penchant for being late—punctuality did not come easy for Lola.

These qualities angered me to no end; but also served to draw us closer.

She enjoyed pissing me off, that was obvious. I enjoyed exerting my dominance over her, making her see I was the one in control.

It was clear she hated this, and yet a part of her wanted me to have control. She wanted to be powerless under someone else, their body writhing against her own flushed with sweat and arousal.

I could smell her arousal in her small bedroom, swirling around the two of us. She enjoyed my dominance, enjoyed the force behind my touch. After that moment, I knew she was made for me.

Being an Alpha has it’s perks, and it’s downfalls.

Respect, authority, obedience. These were helpful in my work-life, not so much my love life.

Women did not pique my interest. They bowed as they met me, showered me with adoration and respect. They never pressed boundaries, never wanted to anger or upset me. It was the constant walking on eggshells that pissed me off.

They feared me; rightfully so but I had never k****d members of my own pack. I k****d traitors, rogues, and murderers.

too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make

a mate; not a

and somewhat out of control. She burned as she

Grandmother had been the first to tell me what happened that night. The

loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she was fiercely loyal to those she

werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much was

wouldn’t let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this would affect

wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle

like acid,

I hoped it was a tattoo.

to know how to

Tristan

confusion. Her voice was soft,

were inherently possessive, a trait I embraced

that night, but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching the pain and

feeling the need to overpower the hideous mark

By the end of the night, her body would respond only to my touch. It would remember

O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give

I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded to me in a way

hit her, and I made sure to watch

fed on the pain mixed with bliss; fed on the feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers, the pleads, she had never

her in her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force myself to move. Instead, I pulled the covers over

giving me a good

skin lingered on my tongue,

awoke by the sound of her shuffling from bed. Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her

other plans. There was work that needed to be done, especially now

were beginning to line up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon and

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