Throttled Lauren Asher Characters Novels & Stories

“Love or not, no one threatens me in business. No one.” She yanked free and strode out, her heels biting into the floor like gunshots. Behind her, Preston’s fury boiled over. He slammed his fist against the desk, the crack echoing through the empty room. He thought she could be broken like Edith Penrose had made him think. But Lauren was made of sharper steel—deadlier, untouchable. **** Lauren’s hand trembled slightly as she dialed Quinn Moore. “Cut off all ties with Preston Carter. We’re done doing business with him.”

Anna smiled flirtatiously as she tried making a conversation with Asher. Asher just ignored her and was disgusted by her act, she still kept twisting her body moving towards him Ivana looked at how the mother and daughter pair behaved shamelessly. “Ivana darling, are you not going to introduce your sister to him?”. Cassie cooed as she eyed Ivana to make them have a conversation. Asher was not even interested. He kept looking at his rolex wrist watch as if he had to be somewhere. Asher was aware of how they treated Ivana through the spies the Jackson's family sent out.

I infused my voice with a practised steadiness, honed over the years in an effort to mask my emotions. Thalia's gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat longer, her expression inscrutable as if she were sizing up the depths of my soul. Then, with a slight inclination of her head, she turned to Asher. “I think I’ll go freshen up. It’s been a long journey,” she said, her voice light yet carrying an unmistakable undertone of fatigue. Asher nodded, gesturing toward the hallway that led to the bathroom with a welcoming smile.

"Excuse me. I need to use the restroom." Kieran gestured. "Someone, help Mr. Jamison to the restroom." "Thank you, Mr. Austin." Once Carter left, Kieran said, "Ah, so Ms. Thayer is the goddaughter you mentioned?" Dexter nodded, then stood. "I'll use the restroom too." Lauren's heart nearly stopped. Elena tilted her head curiously. "Are you cold?" "No, I just feel a little sick…" Lauren could barely maintain her composure. She was terrified that Carter would discover her past.

The scent of pine and ash mixes with something more bitter—anticipation. The ceremony’s chant hums low through the night. Deep, resonant voices rise and fall in unison, echoing off the cliffs. I draw nearer, my chest tightening with every note. The council altar emerges into view. A massive stone dais carved with runes older than the pack itself. Flames flicker in braziers, blood-red and hungry, fed by the offerings of those who swear loyalty. Wolves crowd around the circle, their eyes glinting in the firelight. And then I hear the whispers shift. Louder. Sharper. Aria Thorn… she’s here… the exile… the cursed heir has returned.

“I know I’ve asked you this before, but I’m asking again, here in front of everyone. Will you be my girlfriend, Lila?” The words hung heavy in the air, his heart shining openly in his eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping and whistling, their voices rising in unison as they chanted for her to say yes. Lila’s gaze flickered between the deep devotion she saw in Asher’s eyes, the eager faces of the crowd, and finally back to Tessa, who stood watching with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Meanwhile, Damien pulled into the underground garage of the penthouse and parked with effortless skill. Stepping out, he caught sight of Blade and Thorne coming out, their disbelief written plainly

Without giving a response, Asher laid his hand on the door to open it with anger, but Layla hit his hand and held him back. He looked at her angrily. “What are you doing?” Layla looked at him and wore a light, childish smile. “Courtesy. Knock before you enter.” Asher sighed, he was fed up, but he tried to control his anger because he didn’t want to ruin the plan and after they leave the motel, he would make Layla pay. He knocked on the door and quickly blew air to ease the slight pain he felt in his fingers. Mrs. Charlotte slightly opened the door and checked who was there.

“Tone it down.” “Hey,” Rhett protested. “I’m not…” “We’ll just…” Aislen gestured with her head and eyes down the hallway to Lauren. “Before we lead Jessica any further astray.” Lauren laughed, a genuine belly laugh. “Oh goodness,” she surprised Aislen by throwing her arms around her and embracing her tight. “You are such a breath of fresh air, Aislen,” she said as she leaned back. “One of the truly genuine people I’ve ever met. Thank you. Thank you so much, for Jessica,” she rubbed her hand over her daughter’s head fondly. “And for Havermouth. And…” For being a good friend, she thought but didn’t say, and Aislen’s cheeks heated.

My teeth were tightly shut, my temples throbbing. “Do you have any idea…” She took a deep, shaky breath, trembling, holding back her tears with more strength than her body seemed capable of — “…how much is Lauren going to get attached?”

My money was on that, being his luna. “DEMI!” Heather managed to get out of Heath’s grip and rush to me. Luca just shut the door by the time she barreled into me. If it wasn’t for Luca, we both would have fallen to the ground. “I’m so happy to see you!” Heath pulled Luca into a hug before Heather let me go. “Good to see you. Luna, you look like shit.” Heath smiled at me as Rook walked around. His eyes widen a little before darting to Luca.