Throttled Lauren Asher Series Novels & Stories

Trent's face paled, and he stammered, "Yeah, Miss Thelia. I put the entire content of the vial in Asher's drink, just as you told me to." Thelia's lips curled into a snarl, and she released him with a huff of frustration. She turned on her heel, her mind racing. Where could Asher be? The aphrodisiac should have taken effect by now. The mere thought of him being with someone else made her blood boil with jealousy and rage.

Smoke drifted from scorched stone while fragments of ice, earth and water glimmered in the sunlight. Meanwhile, on the ground Luz and Cassandra start approaching the two dozen guards standing in front of the western gate. Cassandra moved with practiced speed, her shield raised as she charged forward. A guard steeped forward with a spear, but she knocked the weapon aside with the rim of her shield and drove into him with enough force to send him stumbling to the ground. A second guard rushed in from her left, sword raised high. She pivoted smoothly, her own blade flashing as she parried the attack. The clash of steel echoed off the stone walls. Before the guard could recover, she struck the f

every lullaby whispered while she was off playing hero in Cincinnati. “You will be a dead woman,” she snarled, voice low and deadly, the sound of alpha energy sparking and crackling like wildfire around us. I cocked my head, lingering over the deliciousness of it, letting her anger spill over me like champagne. “Go ahead, Aurelia. Hit me. Rip me apart.” I threw my arms wide in a mock gesture, welcoming the attack. “But this is what you don’t understand… There’s a little chip connected to the base of Asher’s skull. If you harm me or if you make a false move, I press a button and it goes off. Boom. No more little Asher.”

“Not only did you break your oath, but you plan on hurting my daughter and destroying my empire?” I closed my eyes. Since he already found out, there was no need trying to mask anything. “Your daughter had been hurting the day you tied her to a marriage of convenience. And I don’t want to be in that situation either.” Aslan took a slow, menacing step forward. “You speak of convenience like this is a negotiation, like your feelings ever mattered. This isn't some romance novel, Eren. This is La Famiglia. We bleed for rules, we live by oath.”

It was obvious in the way her eyes widened and the delay it took for her to let her own wolf out that Asher had certainly not expected the attack. Seeing someone who could actually beat Asher was a new kind of surprise to Earl, so his response to the situation was slow. He stood back and watched Laurel express her Luna prowess, and hell, she was good! She didn't even have to shift fully to smash Asher against the wall like she was a piece of toy. "Ladies, please!" It was his way of separating them, but that didn't deter the angry women. After several attempts, it took three guards and a tight grip on both shoulders from him to stop Laurel from ripping out Asher's throat.

Winter The garden shed smelled like old wood and damp earth. The iron latch rattled every time something heavy slammed against the outer wall, hybrids, circling, testing, their claws scraping like nails on a chalkboard. Luca’s cries were muffled against Nova’s chest; she rocked him desperately, whispering broken shushes that cracked my heart. Asher stood with his back to the door, shoulders rigid, fists clenched. “They’re not stopping.” “They will,” I said. I didn’t believe it, but I had to say something.

alpha steven says with poison lacing his voice. I didn't have time to stop my guys, i hardly had time to stop luna from tearing his throat out , but Asher had him pinned to the wall by his throat and growled. "Any member of your pack is exiled from this neutral land, you broke treaty and attacked one of ours then had the balls to disrespect our luna. So let me be the good guy I'm giving you till the count of five we chase you off" ash says in a dark voice, but i stood there looking bored , i knew first hand what ash anger can do and he's protecting our mate so I'm all in.

I sighed. They carried with them the easy camaraderie of grown siblings — a shared history threaded through with teasing, rivalry, loyalty. Aerlyn tossed her cloak onto a bench and raked her fingers through her hair, her silver streak catching the fading light. Kael, ever slightly more reserved, offered a nod and a small, crooked smile before claiming a seat.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

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.