Sasha Qwaser Novels & Stories

asked Acheros in a tone that could clearly describe his annoyance. Sasha who was sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed smiled. She stood up and walked over to her future husband. Acheros was silent, neither responding nor resisting when this woman rubbed her broad chest. "Don't you miss me? Why did you just let me go?" Sasha tiptoed her feet and whispered there, "Want to fuck? It's been two weeks since we did it. Don't you miss my touch? I really miss your touch, Acheros. Make me moan again like that time."

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

I was thankful for Ziyah’s healing ability because it would allow Sasha to look in the mirror tomorrow and not be faced with the physical reminder of her trauma. Her eyes swept over everyone, landing on Connor. I knew that this was probably not how she imagined meeting her mate, but it happened when it happened. “Sasha, this is Connor. He’s on our Missions Council team,” I said, introducing them. “Connor, this is Sasha. She’s a friend of Gabe and mine who grew up with us.” “Hi,” she said shyly, her cheeks pinkening. “Hi to you too. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he told her, flashing his boy-next-door grin.

Beta Apollo wasn’t joking. She’s barely wearing nothing. Sasha gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands together as she covered both her breasts. The white see-through dress, embroidered with golden threads, is as good as nothing. Right. She’s a prize to be enjoyed. Tonight, she’s not a shivering young woman who expects to be warmed by two marvelous Alphas. She shouldn’t care if her middle remains exposed for whatever eyes dare to land on her body. She is Sasha Forster, desired by two Alphas. The prize of two Alphas.

My father laughed. "Its a gift I guess." I shrugged as Daphne and Sasha entered. Sasha wore sunglasses and a big hoodie. Daphne had her hair scooped up off her shoulders but wore a scarf which I assumed was to cover her mate mark. "Sasha?" Alpha Williams asked raising an eyebrow at her appearance "I'm a human witch, I don't have these bitches werewolf metabolism. Once I stopped drinking, hello hangover." She groaned placing her forehead on the table. "Sasha."my father warned but she waved him off as she continued to lay her head on the table.

Who could appear behind them before they could turn. "Again," I said to the sixth warrior—a young female named Sara. "But this time, don't commit fully to your strikes. Keep your center balanced. When I phase, I have to rematerialize somewhere. Anticipate where that will be."

Harder to break. Nova pokes her toast. "Do we have to stay here long?" I brush her hair back from her face. "Just long enough." A sharp click of heels echoes off the stone floor before I can say more. Sasha. She saunters up like she owns the room and everyone in it. Tight black leggings. A crop top that isn't regulation. Long legs and longer nails and a smile designed to draw blood without leaving a mark. Kade's favourite, once. Or so the rumours said. The Beta's daughter. Trained for command. Raised to breed power. She'd always known exactly what she was doing and exactly who was watching.

she barked at the staff, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence. With a final glare, Sasha stormed off toward her room, leaving a tense atmosphere behind. I stood at my window, watching the scene unfold. It was the first time I had ever seen Sasha cry. Real, raw tears. In that moment, I finally understood something I had never fully realized before: Sasha wasn’t just difficult or attention-seeking. She was starved for love, desperate for it. Her mother’s neglect had created this deep void, and now Sasha would do anything to fill it. I felt a flicker of pity for her, just for a moment. But then, I quickly reminded myself that Sasha didn’t deserve my sympathy.

Sasha asked and brought out a knife from her coat, she quickly looked around. “Who are you?!!!” Sasha screamed like a psychopath. "I'm someone who knows Phoebe Tristan better than you do"

For an entire month, she didn't get to see me at all. "Mr. Lewis! I'm Sasha Fuller. I was out of my mind the other day. I didn't know who you were either. But I'm here to prove my sincerity to you today. Do you think it's possible for us to resume our business deal? Please, Mr. Lewis, for my sake—"