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 them. They never

a mate; not

in the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control.

that night. The truth of her heritage had

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

were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much was

affect my pack. I more so wondered

wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle

sent fury rushing through my veins like acid, was the scarlett mark bright

seen such a mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now

wanted–I needed to know more, to know how

Tristan

her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice

possessive, a trait I embraced

her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching

her chest with my lips and teeth, feeling the need to overpower the hideous mark on her

night, her body would

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, but bad girls often never

belonged to. I didn’t need a mark to claim her, her body responded

wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and I made sure to watch her face each

Not once did she beg me to stop. Through all of

her own bed crossed my mind, but I couldn’t force myself

was uncovered, giving me a good view

skin lingered on my tongue, sweet

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

her but life had other plans. There

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

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