Alpha Asher and Lola

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 132 – “Make sure he’s not d**d back there.” I grunted, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Brandon slumped over.

Clara unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around. I could smell her sugary sweet perfume as her curly hair brushed against my shoulder. A few muffled jabs sounded from the backseat, and it took me a few seconds to realize she was poking and prodding at him.

“Get up, Brandon. You lost some blood, quit being a baby. Not all of us have supernatural healing.” She scolded him, “you’re lucky I don’t just throw you out of this car-hunting me down and making a mess of my life.”

Brandon groaned and mumbled something unintelligible, which was proof enough that he hadn’t died in the backseat of this rusted mustang. I’m sure he’d throw a fit knowing he expired on cracked leather that smelled strongly of tobacco and cat p**s.

“I’ve called dibs on k*****g him.” I told her, swallowing a manic giggle when she sighed deeply. “And I am sorry we made a mess of your life, but you have information on something that affects thousands of people. I hope you understand that I can’t just let that go.”

Even though I knew little to nothing about her, I didn’t mind Clara. She was a bit skittish, but anyone who talked to Brandon like that had to have a good personality-even if she did make the mistake of sleeping with him.

I wasn’t nearly as stone-cold as Asher, but I had learned enough from him to know that the leader of a pack needed to put their people first, and getting this information was what mattered most to me. If protection was what she wanted, we’d provide it-but only on the condition she tell us everything she knew.

“I understand, that’s what makes this worse.” She sighed, buckling her seatbelt while providing no further explanation.

I had to remind myself to put the car in park when we pulled up to the gas station, because instantly I spotted the dark tinted windows of Asher’s SUV. He was already out of the vehicle, taking long strides as he headed straight towards me. I had just enough time to lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck as his slid around my waist.

My fingers were tangled in the shorter strands of his hair, my forehead tickled by the longer pieces on top. Only the tips of my toes grazed the ground, but it all paled in comparison to the explosion in my chest when his lips met with my own.

I trailed my hands to his face, feeling the sharp edge of his jaw beneath my fingers. Our kiss wasn’t the desperate, tearful kind you saw in the movies. We weren’t clawing at one another as if we couldn’t get enough. His lips moved softly, savoring every taste and touch, until we were both forced to pull away for air. When he rested his forehead against my own and stared at me with eyes of liquid gold, relief finally blossomed in my chest.

“We were attacked-“

safe,” was all

lack of adrenaline or the information I had yet to process, he could tell my nerves were fried. Touching him, feeling the warmth of his arms around my waist and his breath

I nodded, “I’m safe.”

he noticed the tight dress

his head on the roof of the mustang a s he sat up. The SUV Asher had gotten out of pulled forwards, next to the car we had commandeered. I was surprised to see Mason and Zeke

mustang, a hand against his head. He steadied himself against the side of the car, groaning

gonna do this right here? Cause I’ll still make you work for

Asher, patting

passenger side. The sheer robe she wore ended around mid-t***h and was cinched tightly at her waist. She shuddered with every chilly gust of wind, brushing back

look on his face as she murmured a ‘thank you’ and slipped it

I wasn’t cold, Asher pulled his leather jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. I was drowning in the fabric, but I’d never complain about being surrounded by his

airport Asher had landed at. Taking the pack’s private jet wasn’t best of options, since just about every werewolf had a love/hate relationship with

suitcases rattling behind them, as though it weren’t nearing one in the morning. With just a few

kept my arm tucked around Asher’s waist, molding myself against the side of him while also keeping Clara in sight. We were led to a small

one who remained standing, looking more and more nervous as

a flying metal box with a witch?” He cleared his throat, his eyes flickering towards Clara. “…no offense, plane

contemplated what he said and nodded, “he’s got