Alpha Asher Full Book Novels & Stories

"Two hours, possibly three." I nodded, stepped back, and went inside. I picked up the Bloodline Records from the bedside table and read the chapter on Helena Carew's emergence for the third time. I had been focusing primarily on the emergence itself, the physical account, the bloody pack wars that followed. On my third reading, I slowed down at the section I had moved through too quickly before. Helena's Alpha. The record described him in three sparse sentences. Decisive. Unsentimental. A man who had recognized what Helena was and acted on that recognition with the same cold calculation he applied to every other strategic asset in his possession.

The massive wolf folded in on itself, bone popping and muscle re-forming until the giant Primordial Alpha stood in the center of the clearing, panting, bare-chested despite the freezing wind, his face twisted in a raw, terrifying mask of agony and realization. He saw the parchment in my hand. He saw the Imperial raptor seal. And in his hand, crumpled in his iron fist, he held Clara's secret leather journal. "Livia..." Asher rasped, his voice trembling, a sound I had never heard from him in all our time together. He took a slow, heavy step toward me, dropping the journal onto the blood-stained grass. His golden eyes were wide, filled with a sickening wave of self-loathing, shame, and blinding

The white magic was still eating away at his flesh. "She is strong," Thorne rasped. A figure stepped out of the shadows. It was Beta Marcus. "Is it done?" Marcus asked nervously. " is the Alpha dead?" Thorne lashed out. He backhanded Marcus across the face. Marcus flew into a tree and crumpled. "You did not tell me she was a Royal," Thorne roared. "I didn't know!" Marcus whimpered. "Nobody knew!" Thorne looked back toward the cottage. "The Alpha lives," Thorne said. "She healed him. I saw the flash of the bond. They are connected now."

I shook my head, turning to look out the window of the diner we sat in. I felt my heart drop as I saw the man who was sitting at the bus stop across the street, watching us. "We have to go," I whispered quickly, already standing in my chair. "What? Why?" Norah asked. "We just ordered." "The Alpha from my old pack is here."

"Beta Derek, go to Maleficus and ask him for help. Tell him I told you to, the old man will find a way into these women's heads." Beta Derek let out a deep breath. "Yes, Alpha King." "And let me know whatever information you find out." "As you wish Alpha King Vincent." I decide to close my eyes and sleep on the couch when the night gets deeper. Ashley is still not waking up, I hold her hand and brought them to my lips. "Sleep tight my love, I will stay beside you until the moment you open your eyes. I hope it happens soon because I missed you." Her eyelids flutter as I held my breath and waited thinking that she will open them for me. But she never did.

I needed to know her. Alpha drove through the checkpoint and made his was through the village making sure to drop spohie off at the house, with a quick hug and a wave good bye Sophie was gone. Alpha Jackson eyed me in the mirror then asked 'what did you hand Trinity?' 'My name and number' I answered With a hint of shame I explained to Alpha that at college, I realised I was interested in women as much as I was interested in men. This news seemed to ammuse the alpha. It almost seemed like it was turning him on.

he said. “I am thorough.” “You are human.” “You keep saying that like it should embarrass me.” For the first time, something crossed his almost genuine face. Not a smile exactly, but the shape of one, the outline of it. It was gone before it finished forming. “It does not embarrass you,” he said. “You tracked an alpha through fortified territory on a full moon night armed with a tranquilliser gun and wolfsbane spray, and when you were surrounded you did not run and you did not beg.” He paused. “It does not embarrass you at all.”

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.

No, not the scrawny gamma, but the erotically handsome beta whom she wanted to pin to the wall and plant kisses all over his face until he surrendered to her allure and touched her in places only he knew. "It is with great gratitude that I stand before you all today. I am pleased to be your leader and honored that you have decided to give your time, your strength, and even your lives to a course I have deemed for. I want you all to know that I, alpha Lake Rush, son of Cole Rush and alpha of Rush pack, stand solidly behind every one of you. I am honored by your sacrifice for the pack, and your sacrifice would neither be forgotten, nor go unrewarded." Ashley was looking at the alpha now. It wa

“What does that even mean?” Asher gave a small shrug, and a shaky little smile that didn’t match his usual bite appeared on his face. Then he stuck his hand out at Zane. “Hi, I’m Asher. I’ve always thought I was a West, but turns out I’m not. I’m not really good at school stuff, but I’m a damn good racer if I say so myself. I’m no longer an Alpha. I’m an Omega now… whose heat is dependent on... someone.” Zane felt his lips twitch at the last part, but he killed the smile before it surfaced on his face. “You're ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “Look, I asked for—”