Alpha Asher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said sarcastically, I laughed out loud and her sarcastic tone, she always had a way to crack me up and that was what I loved about her. " well servant Julia what do we have for today?" I asked finally wearing my shoes. " hmm we are cleaning the training field, Mrs Shaman said it's messed up I am sure it's the douchebag and his stupid friends that kept it that way" she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse.

She cried endlessly in my arms as she let every guard down. As for the shapeshifter, it was my fault that she came to hurt my mate. I was so careless. I never tried to question her background but took it to my pants. Putting my pack in danger. How useless can I get? I don't understand what my father saw in me naming me the Alpha. Nelson could've been a better option.

Ashley blushed hard, her face pink and swollen with emotions. "Young lady, Are you an Alpha? Alpha Alfred asked, referring to Ashley. "In flesh and in blood, sir, and all my life, I was groomed to be a bold and strong Alpha female who would be capable of supporting her mate and possibly becoming a Luna in the future," Ashley answered proudly with an aura of authority.

“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.”

But Asher only smiles and tells the man, if he were to spare his son, he would be seen as weak and very foolish, so instead, Asher killed Tucker in front of his father who broke down in hysterics. From that day on, Asher was known as the Alpha who took control of seven packs making his pack, the largest but most feared around. His wish that whenever his name is brought up, people cower and hide out of fear had become a reality. But due to what he had done, he worried that a mate would be too good for him, and he’d be alone out of punishment. So, the moment he knew Liv was his, it was life changing.

"What is your name?" "E...Elisha, Alpha." "Well, Elisha, I will overlook your eavesdropping. But if you so much as breathe a word of this to others, I will personally see to it that you never speak again." "Y...Yes." Asher turned his gaze from the terrified woman and walked away. When he was in the privacy of his room, he stripped off his clothes. Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he saw the bruising on his abdomen—it was much worse than the already healing purple around his jaw. He brushed a finger over the wound, only to grimace at the sharp pang of pain. Truly, if he had been an Alpha, that woman wouldn’t have had a chance to hit him.

“We’re fine.” Davina looked around.“Where’s Asher?” Mrs. Robinson replied, “He’s with the new Alpha. He said he had something to discuss.”Davina’s chest tightened. “He’s… resigning.” Flashback Earlier that evening, Asher mind link his parents’ .“I’m stepping down as Beta.” Silence filled the room. Mrs. Robinson looked shocked.“Asher…” “I can’t serve an Alpha like Raymond,” he said firmly. Mr. Robinson crossed his arms.

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.

With deliberate slowness, Hugo turned from the window, his sharp eyes landing on the figure seated casually by the hearth, the Alpha responsible for their ruin. Alpha Asher. He sat with deceptive ease, one arm draped across the chair’s armrest, the other resting loosely on his thigh. His clothes carried the scent of violence: blood, earth, and the acrid sting of torn energy left behind when the forest itself had been stirred to wrath. Yet, despite the chaos he had unleashed, not a single mark marred his skin. He was untouched. Whole. Unshaken. If one looked closely enough, a dangerous gleam flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Others just called me “Debt Girl.” I was grabbing a tray from one of the side tables when he walked in. Asher. The future Alpha. The pack’s golden heir. Six-foot-five, charming smile, and sharp tongue. The kind of guy who kissed one girl in a rooftop jacuzzi and slapped me across the face when I tripped and spilled coffee on his designer shoes. My wolf should’ve hated him, because he’s wicked and mean as hell. But she didn’t, I don’t know why. Maybe because he’s handsome in a way that makes you look twice even when you hate yourself for it.