Alpha Asher and Lola

Chapter 129

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 129 – I spun around, nearly bumping into the narrow chest of some man. He placed a hand against the front of the dress shirt he wore, drawing my attention to the rings speckled on his fingers. There were a few on his other hand, which clinked against the glass of alcohol in his hand.

There was a big part of me-and Maya that felt infuriated being called ‘little she-wolf.’ We were proud of our title, both of them. We had bled and fought to claim them both, even if they weren’t what we wanted at first. It went against my instincts to hide my position-especially to another werewolf.

“She’s good. I can get her whatever she needs, thanks.” I wouldn’t say I was relieved to hear Brandon’s voice, but it did make me feel better that I wouldn’t have to chase this guy off myself.

Unfortunately, whenever you mixed alcohol, anger issues, and copious amounts of testosterone, you were left with a person that couldn’t take no for an answer.

The stranger lifted one of his dark eyebrows but never once took his eyes off of Brandon as he asked, “this guy bothering you?”

“She just punched me in the gut hard enough to make me puke, which I would’ve done if I weren’t the son of an Alpha.” Instead of becoming defensive, Brandon grinned. “Now she can either punch you in your bird chest, or you can walk away and try your luck with some other unfortunate soul.”

“I don’t need you to defend me.” I told Brandon once the drunk stranger stumbled away, muttering under his breath about ‘ snobby s***s and their boyfriends.’

Brandon groaned like a child, “you’re as boring as Asher.”

“I’m boring? I’m sorry I don’t live to entertain your immature a*s.”‘ I snapped, lowering my voice to a hiss when a few nearby women glanced my way. “By chance, what do you find fun, Brandon? Is it kidnapping people in the middle of the night to take them out of pack boundaries knowing said person has vampires and witches after them?!”

“You want to know what I find fun?” He snickered, meeting my eyes for a second before focusing on something further back in the club. When a flash of recognition sparked in his eyes, I spun around.

I could see the back wall of the club in between the sea of dancing bodies, and the roped off area labeled as “VIP.” Right next to that section was an unassuming door that read “Restricted – Employee’s Only.” There was another cluster of circular stages back that way, larger than the others in the club. Where the others had three women dancing, this one had six.

older than me, with thick thighs, tanned skin, and wildly curly hair. The golden body glitter across her

brown eyes darted down to us. Even with the flashing lights that changed color every few seconds, I could see

looking away from the girl.

Brandon frowned, just as confused as

our way, giving Brandon’s friend the chance

“Lola, what are you-“

knows something,” was all I said before

had learned from those fake friends I ditched Breyona for was how

hit the bouncers first. Just by looking at them, I could almost anticipate their moves. The one with the larger arms would try to grab

an eye on my surroundings, that too many warriors make the mistake of relying on their muscle and skill, when there’s

snatched a full pitcher of beer off their table, all without breaking my stride. The strong-smelling alcohol didn’t have time to drench my hand, because I was already hurling it at the beefy

the chaos of it all, I swore I could

It bought me just enough time to sprint past the two of them, through the employee door

With Brandon right behind me, we darted into the employee’s only section, which happened to be a narrow hallway that ended with a sharp left turn. There

waste precious seconds. Almost all of them had signs that read “available” or “occupied”.

open. I could hear their heavy footfalls and knew there were too

set of two. Both were open, pinned against the wall so that music and laughter spilled out. We made

There had to be at least twenty different men, and nearly the same number of dancers. Glasses of

about was the set of doors farthest to us, and the sign that read ‘dancer dressing-rooms.’ The thundering sound of feet were growing closer, so much that

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