Novel & Cerita Alpha Asher Full Story

Not especially when there's that profound mystery about Filippa and the lie about my identity. I only hope Filippa isn't an enemy, or that's just one of the best ways to die. I don't think Filippa is an enemy, though. I opened my eyes and directed my gaze to him. “Should've seen worse,” I responded curtly instead, and he fell silent for a few seconds as if taken aback by my short reply. Asher shook his head and said, “I'm an exclusive doctor. My work is limited…” I guess he must mean that he's the Alpha and Beta's doctor instead of the whole pack. I never expected that. I sat up and eyed him, asking, “You're more of a warrior?”

“I’m sure you’re impressed with our students. They are very skilled.” “I wouldn’t worry about their skill more than their attitude.” He frowned, “Were they disrespectful?” “Only one.” I said, “Asher. He is too arrogant for his own good.” “Ah, Asher. That boy.” Sherman shook his head in regret. “Well, you see, he is the next Alpha of our pack and comes from a long line of prodigal ancestors. He lets it get to his head more often than he should.”

I shook my head and cried as I said, “I’m so sorry.” He eyed the warriors who had formed a barrier between us and I could tell that he was assessing if he could get through. At the same time, Jensen, the Beta and the Alpha all came through the gap, and Jensen passed Chase a pair of shorts. They all watched and assessed the situation and the Alpha placed his hand on Chase, who was still sizing up the barrier. “Asher,” the Alpha called, “you’ve gone too far this time, this is an act of war.” and Asher laughed in response.

“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—”

"See? Perfectly safe." I do not touch the food. "What do you want?" "To talk. To help you understand why this is happening. Why your father's choices led to this moment." He sets down his fork. "Alexander Reed was my friend once. Did you know that?" The name makes my chest tight. "No." "We grew up together. Trained together. Fought side by side for years." Asher's eyes go distant. "He was the best of us. Strong. Fair. Honorable. Everything an Alpha should be."

“Because if I had that scholarship, I would not have applied for the cleaning job at the company and we would not have met.” He chuckled. “That is one way to think about things…but I guess that is true.” Asher was from a long line of strong Alphas and I was a wandering wolf, trying to fit in amongst humans. We were from two different worlds. At the doors to the twin dressing rooms, Asher let go of my hand. “Try to be down before the food gets cold,” he teased. I sighed dramatically. “I'll try.” Asher entered his dressing room first. I swung open my door. “You little eavesdropping rats.”

“Stop criticizing me. If you're only here to judge and insult, then get out of this room.” Alpha Killian didn’t move, but his eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable. He raised his left hand slightly, like he was signaling for me to be quiet, but he wasn’t talking to me. “Asher,” he said, “answer my question.” Asher glanced at me for a second, like asking for permission, then answered softly, “I started training when I was five, Alpha. And I haven’t stopped since. I’m twenty five now.” Alpha Killian narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm fine, and the wound isn't deep; it's been treated. What should we do now? There is a huge difference between our strengths and theirs. This time, Asher will have to prepare carefully before attacking." I angrily pounded my fist on the wall beside me, cement dust flying in the air. "It's because I underestimated him too much." "Alpha, Asher said he wanted to talk to you. If you don't show up, he'll blow this place up." A warrior hurriedly announced. "Okay, I'm also looking for him to calculate this debt," I say. "Oh, finally, we meet again, dear Alpha." Asher wore a black robe and stood on a high cliff, looking at me with pride. "Surely you don't forget what happened last time we met?"

I’m sure he had met Alpha Lucien at some point in his life, which means he knows the man. If he makes him nervous, I guess it is only smart that I remain on my guard. “Please take a seat,” Asher thankfully finds something to say. I’m still trying to stop my running brain from thinking of the worst possible scenario. He walks coolly, his steps calculated and easy. He takes the first seat closest to him, in the middle of the row. I have a feeling if it was his son he would have found the head of the table. This man is humble, probably the most humble alpha I’ve met in my life. Alphas are known to be arrogant assholes and if I didn’t know Asher, I would have sworn they were all like that. Anoth

Asher decided, it was time to talk to more people. Back in the days, he had been young and stupid and a little too drunk on adrenaline. As the young Alpha of an entire pack, and the CEO to a million dollar company, Asher had felt like there was nothing he could not do. He had ran in with the wrong crowd, done business in the wrong places. And he’d never leaned his lesson until Don Edwards, the mafia king he’d royally pissed off, and now Sebastian. In one of those operations he’d ran back then, dangerous and deadly, that was when he met her. That night, at the club Le Cherie. She’d been there for a man, and after she was done with her Job, Asher had been thankful that man was not himself.