Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 38 – Unknown P.o.v

Lola had become a key player in this game of ours, a game that ended in life and d***h. What was even more entertaining, she was clueless about her true nature.

An anomaly; Half-werewolf, Half-vampire. Something such as her simply didn’t exist in our world. You were one of three: Human, Werewolf, Vampire.

There were plenty of Werewolves and Vampires mixed with Humans, but Human’s were a grey area. Werewolves had their mates, Vampire’s chose their own. Werewolves never mated with Vampires, it simply wasn’t fate.

Something had changed, gone wrong in the making of this wild-card. I was bloodthirsty, determined to find every facet of the truth. I started with Lola’s parents, digging up every lead I could.

All known records stated both parents as Werewolves. An interesting piece of evidence gave me insight to Lola’s parents. I had proof her Mother had given birth to her. It was quite easy to deduce from there. Her mother was unfaithful, coupling with a Vampire behind her husbands back. Thus produced, Lola.

It was a simple hunch that forced me to dig for the identity of Lola’s father. It was nearing impossible, as there were no records.

She had upped the odds in Alpha Asher Desmond’s favor, shifting the game. Lola was a factor I hadn’t anticipated, but I feverishly enjoyed. A wild-card, someone able to play for either team.

The Kings interest in her piqued my own, and I longed to learn the reason behind his well-placed façade. What was Lola to our King? His interest could easily be due to her heritage. The chance at having a mole on the inside was incredibly attractive. There were thousands of ways we could dispose of Alpha Asher Desmond with the help of Lola, the victory would be much too easy.

The King had me following Lola, learning her every move. He wanted to know the extent of her loyalty and the chance of it being swayed. The odds were not shifting in our favor. Her loyalty to her pack was strong, her ties to her family were unbreakable. And yet, everyone has a weakness. Everyone has a string to pull, one that can shift them entirely.

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Another factor was thrown into the mix when I nearly walked in on a private conversation between the King and someone else. The voice was familiar, the nasal pattern unflattering.

I remained silent, forcing my ears to identify the muffled voice behind the thick door.

A name clicked in my mind; Brittany.

Just as the name registered, the door swung open. Brittany’s eyes widened as they looked over my impassive face. I kept my peaked curiosity hidden away, concealing it behind a mask.

The fear was painted all over her features, even as she struggled to maintain the illusion of normalcy. The King was behind her, his face trained on my own.

inside.” The King ushered me in, sending

have confided in you on numerous occasions, have I not?” The King questioned, turning his head to meet my eyes. There was something dark lingering in his gaze,

Lord.” I nodded, my voice even.

was an art my family had taught since I could

has a game of her own she wishes to play.” The King’s lips

interest flash in my eyes, and the King’s sneer

gambler.” The King noted, his voice

mine, my Lord.”

skill I wish to utilize.” The King smiled, but there was no friendliness, “Tell me, if Tyler and Brittany were to fight who do you

question caught me off guard for a split second, but I thought about it closely. Tyler Vail held a shield of arrogance around him, spewing bullsh*t about his birthright. Brittany was smart enough to fear us, to keep her eyes peeled at every moment. The glint in her eye was that of a wounded animal, one ready

my answer. “I believe

if he had already known my answer.

I kept my words clipped, “Female’s are

are right.” The King grinned,

more leniency with my

odds.” The King

would not reveal to me. Whatever

with flashing lights and thundering music. I knew many others who would’ve thoroughly enjoyed this task,

C****o’s in scattering cities, earning most of our money through those facets. G******g was my forte, something I was incredibly talented at and yet I hated the process. My talent was for odds, determining who could

a true gamble. Fortune, Power, Respect; If they won. The ultimate price if they didn’t; d***h.

was a grueling process that involved copious amounts of blood. Often, the human’s would perish painfully. Other times, the human would survive and endure the change.

for hundred’s of years. Waiting for our moment to

was just outside of Alpha Asher Desmond’s territory. He was powerless out

this club tonight; Strict orders were placed on us. He was not

seamlessly. A waste of time, but

trusted when he could none other. Tristan and I were not

was set on a personal task, one directly from the King. I kept my eyes peeled, yet revealed nothing. I contained my shock as