Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 42

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.

but were all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to

wanted a mate; not a

the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned as she pleased, heeding the advice

night. The truth of her heritage

unsettling, I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she was fiercely loyal to those she cared

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

more so wondered how this would affect her, how she would

murmured, “If anyone can

my veins like acid, was the scarlett

was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now belonged to one

wanted–I needed to know more, to know how to remove the hideous mark from her creamy

Tristan

name left her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too soft to

inherently possessive, a trait

nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching

feeling the need to overpower the

night, her body would respond only to my touch. It

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

who she belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her

arched as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and I

feel of her sensitive core under my touch. Not once did she beg me to

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

uncovered, giving me a good view of her round

of her skin lingered on my

the

to stay–wanted to spend the day with her but life had other plans. There was work that

were beginning to line up, pointing at

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