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.

carry them, needed me to make decision for

mate;

was a fire in the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned

been the first to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into

unsettling, I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but

many werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even

I more so wondered how this would affect her,

“If anyone can handle this, she

acid, was the

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

more, to know how to remove the hideous mark from

Tristan

Her voice was soft, much too soft to be speaking of another

inherently possessive, a trait I embraced in

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

chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the

her body would respond only to my touch. It would remember the pleasure I had

her tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing I wouldn’t give her. She wanted me entirely,

had forgotten who she belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded

wave after wave of pleasure hit her,

once did she beg me to stop. Through all of the whimpers, the pleads, she had

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

back was uncovered, giving me a good view of her

taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, sweet

as I looked at the purple marks on her skin. The color purple was prominent on her chest, distracting me from the ugly

stay–wanted to spend the day with her but life had other plans. There was work that needed to be done, especially now that I

up, pointing at Vampires as the cause of Kanyon and Katie’s

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