Alpha Asher and Lola

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 102 – There was something so satisfying about disobeying my mate, no matter how selfish and conceited it sounded. Perhaps it was the way his eyes darkened and nostrils flared whenever rage surged through him, or maybe it was the fact that deep down, my disobedience turned him on.

The respected and feared Alpha Asher, tormented and denied by a girl.

From the possessive touches that reminded me who my body responded to, and with the looks that held just a flicker of anger, I knew what Asher had planned for me the moment we made it back to the house.

Luckily, the things he wanted to do weren’t suited for his parents’ house, so I was in the clear for the time being.

A silent game played between the two of us, one where I seldom won – -but I wasn’t through trying.

Later that night, like many previous nights, sleep was an elusive beast that even I couldn’t tame.

I woke up with foggy eyes and a bit of drool on my face, torn from what could have been the best sleep I’ve had all week.

That was perhaps the only thing I missed about my old life, the endless potential for naps.

I woke from Giovanni tugging on the chord that connected me, the Vampire Queen, to every single living Vampire in this world.

It wasn’t quite like a mind-link. I couldn’t enter his thoughts and snare him to my will. I could merely feel his presence, like an annoying tap on the shoulder that wouldn’t cease.

I left the bedroom and wandered down the hall to the bathroom, opting to wake Asher up once I could form coherent sentences.

“I’m beginning to wonder who’s really the monarch here. Doesn’t the Queen ever get to sleep in?” I mumbled to myself, stumbling backwards when I nearly ran into Brandon’s towering form. I took a few steps back, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Oh.”

“What were you saying about monarchs and lack of sleep?” He smirked down at me, the spitting image of Asher, only with messier hair and crystal blue eyes.

The lights in the hallway were bright, making my eyes ache, but I could still smell the alcohol that wafted off of Brandon in waves. Rich amber and notes of thick honey, definitely some kind of whiskey. He wasn’t p**s drunk, not by far, but he had consumed more than enough to affect your average male wolf.

“Just mumbling about a dream I had.” I said a bit harsher than I meant, but he was blocking the bathroom door with his frame.

Both Claire and Killian had agreed it was better not to tell Brandon the truth. At least, not until the big announcement. Apparently, the man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. It was almost impossible to believe.

“Maybe you could tell me about this dream sometime, if my brother dares to let you out of his sight.” Brandon replied, his smirk a bit messier considering his state.

I couldn’t keep the d***h glare from settling over my face when Brandon felt bold enough to glance down a t the tank top and shorts, I wore. Not at all revealing, but my obvious anger only seemed to amuse him further. I stepped back and to the side when he tried to take a step towards me.

“Why don’t you hold your breath, and I’ll get on that. ” I answered without pause, my voice rightfully harsh. I slipped past him and gave him one last glare. “Go sleep off the alcohol before I knock you out myself.”

“Mm, now I see why you’re my brothers’ mate. ” He chuckled to himself, turning on his heel. With a last drunken grin, he called out over his shoulder. ” Goodnight, Lola.”

I woke Asher up ten minutes later, letting him know his brother was a raging dumbass. After spending a total of three minutes convincing Asher not to go and kick his drunken a*s, we left the house and hopped into the sedan.

Tristan, Holly, Giovanni, Breyona and Mason all stayed in a house two neighborhoods over. The houses were newly built, so many of them were vacant for the time being. It was the perfect place to stash two Vampire’s, and one Witch-Vampire who happened to be my half-sister.

We pulled up to the two —story house, wide with large windows that overlooked the porch and front yard. A driveway jutted off to the side, wrapping around the back where a two -car garage sat.

As Asher and I walked up the porch steps and through the front door, I was hit with the distinct scent of my grandina’s lavender cookies—mixed with the heady perfume that was human blood.

month ago, I had tried to go an entire week without the thick taste of

I wasn’t sure if it was from

we walked through the foyer and into the kitchen, I

hair cropped shorter now, just a few inches below his ears. It made

usual, Holly was nowhere to be found. Over the past month, I had been trying to get to

world or my pack,

the time. He was the only one who could get her to open up, but it didn’t seem to be helping. She continued to shut herself off from the world, refusing to talk about the magic that had to be swirling beneath

always been reserved. Only Tristan and Breyona could evoke the slightest

face. The

cookie, and took a bite, wrinkling my

sighed softly, snatching the oven mitts from off the counter. With her hands on her hips, she glared at the remaining cookies in the oven. “You know, when your grandma gave

measures anything.“ I chuckled, m y eyes straying to where Giovanni sat, a dark glass of blood

as he stood just a foot away. He grabbed a

still not at all

ruler and had a sort of sixth sense when it came to certain things. It didn’t go as far as a mind-link, but both Giovanni and

words, but the fact that he often brought me blood when I needed it, that was statement enough for where we stood.

the glass entirely within seconds, feeling Asher’s curious

the morning to chat?“

up trouble.“ Tristan sighed, brushing back the strands of hair from his face. When Giovanni grunted, Tristan flashed him an icy

deep voice to create something almost musical. “They k****d

future backlash and the grief the families must be going through. I glanced up at Asher, whose golden eyes had darkened with rage. “Where are they attacking from? We’ll

much more damage within the next eight hours.“ Breyona pointed

don’t think sending warriors there to slaughter them is any better.“ I sighed, plopping down in one of the wooden chairs at the dining room table. “I

don’t you send your troops to where they’ve been attacking and simply

more lives are in danger.“ Tristan suggested, leveling his

Giovanni. Where Tristan and Giovanni often

not a terrible plan. “ I replied, knowing as well as he did that it was our

a team of warriors, all of which Asher and I trusted to obey orders. With bleary eyes, we headed for

unusually gruff, and I nodded for Asher to get in the sedan without

“Something wrong, Tristan?“

sister is having nightmares again.“ Was all he said, and I

Breyona’s parents had any luck yet?“ I asked, feeling desperation swirl in the pits of my

at me. “You’ll get the files in a few hours. The sooner

Asher’s going to have a

with a brittle smile, eyes roaming my face before

I putted down the road, the engine a smooth hum as we passed houses and street signs. When we passed his family home, I frowned and

I asked,

run.

I replied truthfully, feeling

of bounding through the forest, your feet near silent against the earth as pure strength and instincts hurl you forwards;

road when the forest became thick, nearly

to feel confident around Asher, especially when