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ASHER’S POV I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. The man who’d met me claiming he knew things about me I myself didn’t know. He’d called me Asher, an Alpha from the Raventhorne pack, and yet none of those words had struck a bell. I wasn’t an Alpha, I was a fighter. I was The Grave Viper and I'd been a fighter for as long as I could remember. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about his words? Even now, as I sat awaiting my next fight his words were all I could think about.

Jessica nodded at the girl and watched the girl walk off before she took In a deep breath and then stepped into the room. The Alpha was sitting at his desk still in his night robes. The ropes of the gown were loosed and the gown parted exposing the Alpha's chest. Asher stood before him with hands clasped behind his back. "Pardon me Alpha, she insisted even though I tried to stop her." Asher replied, his face devoid of emotions.

I eyed it intently until I realized what Ashmita has been terrified of No, he didn’t. “He marked you,” Ashmita’s voice was masked with fear. I can’t believe him. And this could only mean one thing. I looked at the machine. It didn’t work. The only way for a witch to survive Esthene was to attain the essence of an Alpha. And to get the essence of an Alpha… The only way was to be marked by an Alpha… And to be marked by a werewolf, an Alpha… That only means one thing…

I saw it in his eyes, how they fogged each time there was mention of the word sacrifice. It was not fair. It was not just. But Asher was the Alpha. And when the rest of the others were afraid to do so, it was him that all of them looked up to. I got up quietly, not to wake the children, and moved down the hallway barefoot. The house was dark, with only the gentle warm glow of a lantern left burning in the living room. And there he was. Asher was reclined on the floor, the top of his head resting against the couch, his old book on his lap. His knees were under the book, his elbows hooked over them; his head dropped low, the words in front of him too heavy to hold.

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

he ordered her in his Alpha tone. A-alpha" Oh, my alpha I am going to cum. " She screamed his name and reached her climax around his big shaft. Just then, the door of the room burst open, and Asher entered the room. "Brother, I thought you said you don’t like sharing a woman, but now you are sharing my toy," Asher said with a mischievous look on his face, but his eyes were showing amusement. Austin pulled out his hard member from Olivia’s creamy pussy and showed her wet pussy to his brother.

“Go on.” Fabian opened the door to a study. It was extremely dusty, but he still managed to sit on a couch that looked like it was barely holding up. He gestured for me to sit, and although I hesitated, I eventually did. As soon as I sat, he pulled out documents—letters, reports, and even a few photographs. “Ashley might seem like she has a lot of support,” he began, “but it all starts with her background. She’s not as solid as she appears. You’ll be interested to know she was actually born of an alpha, just like you.”

"My mother tried to rewrite the rules. The witches said she was 'unmade' by it. Roman, if I have to do what she did, if I have to face whatever is coming..." Roman turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. The moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. "You aren't your mother. And your father was a man who watched from the shadows. I am an Alpha. I don't watch from the shadows, and I don't let my people disappear."

“Whatever you see, whatever you feel, I’ll be here.” Ashen opened his eyes slowly. “I don’t understand why you’re so determined to help me. You could have ignored this. You could have let someone else handle it.” “I don’t trust ‘someone else’ with you,” I replied simply. “And I won’t.” He stared at me, searching my expression for something he couldn’t name. “You’re too intense,” he whispered. “I’m an alpha,” I said. “Intensity is expected.” “That’s not what I meant,” he murmured. “You’re intense when it comes to me.”

Faythe is clinging to my wolf's fur like her life depends on his protection and that only makes my wolf want to preen like some kind of beauty contestant. “I’ll never get used to magic; Alpha Jacob never allowed this kind of stuff.” Faythe whispers against Asher’s fur; she lets him go to pick up the envelope. I wait for her to open it and peek into my business but she shocks me once more when she simply places the envelope on my desk and settles back on the floor.