Alpha Asher Full Story Novels & Stories

Settling into a chair, she opened it gently, the pages brittle with age. The first entries were what she had expected: the names of Asher’s ancestors, stretching back centuries. Each Alpha was listed alongside their accomplishments, alliances, and the packs they had ruled. The family line was long, powerful, and pure. As she turned the pages, her eyes traced each name until she reached Asher’s. His name was inscribed next to his father, Alpha Richard, and his mother, Camilla. The entry was brief, but it was clear that Asher was destined for greatness, his bloodline carrying the weight of history.

Asher leaned against a black Escalade with a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes glowed red in the darkness—the telltale sign of an Alpha losing control. He stared at me like a predator watching prey that thought it had escaped. "Long time no see, baby."

But this is for Kemira to decide. I sit at the desk of the new alpha. Alpha Asher, who is walking around the room with a large cart going through then clearing the shelves. His Beta just stepped out to go look at his office, and surprisingly enough, Chelsea went to help him. Yeah, whatever they want to call it. He just better not hurt her, or he will deal with all of the royals. Including myself. She is treated and cared for like all of our little sister.

Jericho The last three months passed in a blissful haze of peace and quiet, although it made a massive dent in my finances. It doesn’t matter. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can always find ways to make more money, but finding peace - that is much harder to come by than money When we came home from Lupus Dominus, I found the Alphas waiting for us, ready to go to war. They weren’t disappointed when they learned that it wasn’t going to happen, but they were pissed beyond words about their wasted time and money.

Asher growled with his Alpha voice, sending everyone around to quiver in fear, but I wasn't moved by fear a bit, instead, I was moved by how he stood for me and the kids. No one has ever stood by my side like this. For the first time, I'm seeing the good in Asher from a better perspective. “Who do you think you are?” The man yelled back at him, causing everyone around to cover their mouths in terror as they began to murmur, sensing how brutal his death would be. “I'm from an Alpha lineage in this pack, so who are you!” “I Am THE ALPHA KING. As if he was commanded to, the man went on his knees, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to clear the fog of disbelief that clouded his vision, surprise momen

Everyone had siblings. My father looked at my mother and they seemed to have a conversation without saying a word. My father then looked down at me and launched into the story about my older brother. "He was born with a recessive Alpha Gene," he said to me. At the time I didn't know what that was, but I figured that if I continued to listen he would tell me. "He didn't make it old enough to take part in his ceremony." Curious, I asked what the ceremony was. My father laughed and patted my head saying that one day I would take part in it. I shrugged and let my father continue on.

Alpha usher was a very greedy King and he deserves nothing more than a painful death. Naya was really worried, she hoped Milly was safe. Her mind was not settled as they drove to the pack. Stormie was driving furiously and she tried to pacify him. Naya told Stormie to be careful and that she was sure Milly would be fine. Naya felt like something was wrong, why was Alpha Asher bent on seeing her and stormie. She was scared and she didn't have a good feeling about this especially since stormie was so furious. She was scared he was going to make a decision that was not good and it would ruin everything

Too old to cry when they laid his body before the House. Alpha Alexei Malvore. A warrior. A leader. My father. I wasn’t supposed to be Alpha that day. That title was still years away. He was strong, feared, and beloved. He could command a room with silence and crush a rebellion with a whisper. And yet, one man, one traitor ended him. Vincent D’Arvenzi. His brother-in-arms. My godfather. The man I used to call uncle.

I whispered, unable to hold the question in any longer. She handed me a rusted can filled with water first and waited until I had drunk half of it before she answered. "My name is Leslie," she said. "Leslie Ashton." I nearly choked on my own spit. “Ashton? As in the Bluemoon territory?” She nodded and I leaned back in awe, struggling to make sense of what she just said. Alpha Ashton was one of the most powerful and politically connected alphas in the world. His word was law in the Eastern parts, and there was no one bold enough to go against him.

Being an Alpha, he caught her scent and immediately called her in. She walked inside the room of the man she came to take revenge from. The Alpha, who was part of the people who killed her family, the man who watched as their bodies burned alive years back. He was twenty at the time, new Alpha, wanting to claim his dominance. She wouldn’t forget how she felt back then, a sixteen-year-old, watching her family burning before she fled with her guard. His bare back faced her as he looked out the window, revealing how toned it was. His muscles clenching and then unclenching as he moved his arms to cross them over his chest as he watched his pack members who were in the field.