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

mate; not

middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned as

tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage

this fact was disturbing and unsettling, I knew where Lola’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been

werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an

let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this would affect her, how

murmured, “If anyone can handle

my veins like acid,

For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it

wanted–I needed to know more, to know how to remove the

Tristan

effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much

were inherently possessive, a trait I embraced in

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

feeling the need to overpower the

body would respond

tumbling into bliss, everything but what she wanted. O****m after org**m she pleaded for the one thing

to claim

pleasure hit her, and I made

touch. Not once did she beg me to

her own bed crossed my mind,

creamy skin of her back was uncovered, giving

lingered on

the sound of her shuffling from bed. Possesive pride flowed through me as I looked at the purple marks on her skin. The color purple was prominent on her chest, distracting me from the

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

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

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