Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 87

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 87 – Asher’s POV

The moment I saw the note the Vampire’s had left, I knew a plan would form in Lola’s mind. I wanted to blame her, but I couldn’t, as I would have done the same. I would have given myself up to save any member of my pack, but Lola was different. The selfish side of me wanted to whisk her away, damning Breyona and Giovanni’s life in the process. Yet I couldn’t, because Lola would never forgive me.

I watched the gears turn in her head as we cleaned up the mess from the fight. She intended on turning herself in, that much was clear. My wolf and I were at odds. He wanted us to take Lola far away from this pack, away from the Vampire King, while I knew we needed to respect her decision, even if it might tear my mate away from me.

Sean, Mason, and some of my other men scooped up the corpses and brought them deep into the woods. The easiest way to dispose of the bodies were to b**n them. I wouldn’t allow them to be buried, to curse my land with their presence. They would be burned, their ashes cast far away from my pack.

The Vampire’s had toyed with my pack countless times, and the war was finally coming to a head. I had made preparations weeks ago in case we suffered another a****k, all we needed was information. Thousands of men had been brought in, from my pack, Zeke’s and Bran’s. Evacuation plans had been made, ensuring the safety of all those who couldn’t fight. Countless volunteers had stepped up to fight in this upcoming war, and each new volunteer brought on a new wave of pain. These people–my people were willing to give their lives for their home. I wanted to spare everyone, to fight this war on my own.

‘Just as Lola wants to willingly walk into the enemy’s arms.’ My wolf grumbled, ‘You two are not so different. She’s taking on the position of Luna without ever knowing it.’

Save Lola, save the people of this pack, I wanted to do it all and yet, I knew it was impossible. I knew lives would be lost on both ends, but I continued wondering if there was something more, I could do.

Once the streets were cleaned up, and the blood gone from the earth, I took Lola back to the packhouse. Once her Dad and Grandma left, I led her upstairs, watching as she wobbled on her feet. I noticed everything about Lola, the way her eyes would flutter shut when she got tired, or the way blush would stain her cheeks as she slept at night. She had me wrapped around her finger long before her birthday, probably since the moment I had met her.

“You smell like d***h.” I chuckled, a fluttering sensation in my chest as she blushed and rolled her eyes.

“You don’t smell so wonderful yourself, mate.” She smirked, making a show of smelling me, her small nose scrunching up.

If only she knew what she did to me, she might never let me live it down. Every expression that crossed her face left me in a perpetual state of awe. I’d watch as her plush lips turned up in a smirk, and a sly glint cross her eyes. If it weren’t for all of the drama going on, I would have long ago locked her in my bedroom and finished the mating process. Every smirk, every touch was beginning to drive me mad. This was how the mate-bond worked, it would drive us closer and closer, until the process was complete. The jealousy, the frenzy wouldn’t end until her first heat had subsided.

It was in the shower that I noticed Tristan’s mark still on her skin. The wretched Vampire had marked her against her will, and decided he had some false claim over her. The one thing I refused to take away was Lola’s choice. She often acted and spoke before thinking, but I would never take that away from her. Tristan declared himself her mate long ago, confident though he had been utterly mistaken.

“His mark is still there.” I grimaced, unable to keep the growl from escaping my lips. I traced over the vulgar mark, wishing I had been there that night.

“I asked the shadows. They said I have a mate for each side.” Lola frowned, looking truly torn. Her sadness evaporated some of my anger, as I was now distracted with the urge to remove her frown from her face. “I asked them to remove it, but the price was too much.”

I wondered what the shadows had asked for. Was it another life? Did they want someone else to d*e to wipe the mark from her neck? I would gladly k**l a thousand Vampire’s to pay that debt.

“What did they ask?”

“They wanted our mate-bond.” Her voice was soft, though my stomach dropped. I could hear the fragility of her voice, how she desperately wanted his mark removed, and yet she absolutely refused. She would rather remain connected to that Vampire than destroy the bond between us.

I knew it was ridiculous, that there was no need to ask. I could see how Lola felt about me every time her eyes met my own, but I needed to hear her say the words.

“And what about this Vampire?” My voice emerged in a guttural snarl, “What do you feel for him?”

Her words had worked their charm, calming my wolf like a sedative.

“I feel nothing for him, Asher. Nothing compared to the way I feel for you.”

The sincerity in her words made my control slip, and I found her in my arms, my lips against her own. Lola hadn’t been my first kiss, but she had been the first to ignite so much emotion within me. I had been loved, and loved in return, but I had never been in love. So desperately in love that I was willing to sacrifice everything I cared for, everything I worked for, just to keep her safe. The emotion was raging and uncontrollable, but I couldn’t fight it even if I tried. We pulled away for oxygen, a useless necessity that tore her from my arms.

We slipped into bed, every inch of her milky skin on display. Not that she would admit this, but I knew she enjoyed sleeping b**e as much as I did. I had caught her eyes roaming me when she thought I wasn’t looking, and enjoyed every ounce of attention I received from her. As devious as she acted, her innocence shone clear in her eyes. Her face always gave her away, blush filling her cheeks anytime I caught her gaze straying downward.

With her in my arms, all of the stress cleared from my mind. Her delicate scent of vanilla and pears calmed me, wiped all worries from my mind. Her soft breaths fanned across my chest; her body molded perfectly into my own.

“Tell me about your family.” She asked, surprising me yet again.

I smiled as I heard the sleep mixing into her words. She wouldn’t stay awake much longer, that I was sure of. Lola was always quick to fall asleep, and could be a nightmare when you woke her up. In the mornings, her hackles would raise and her bright eyes would narrow at anyone who dare woke her up. It was another thing I had quickly come to love, something that made Lola that much more beautiful and adorable in my mind.

“My Mom’s name is Claire, my Dad is Killian. They had a rough start as mates, but it worked out in the end. I have an annoying little brother, Brandon, and a couple cousins.” I told her, giving her the shortened version as she was quickly on the verge of sleep. “What else would you like to know?”

My Mom Claire, had hated the idea of finding her mate. My Dad had been an a*****e at first, but quickly fell under the pull of the mate-bond. It took a truly awful person to abuse their mate, to treat them badly. Though my Dad held the same cruel reputation as I, he had never harmed my Mom. Sometimes I could see parts of my Mom in Lola. The sheer strength, the courage to risk it all. They were both so alike, and yet so very different.

“Where are they now?” She asked, her silky words slurred sleepily, and I smiled as she yawned loudly. “How did they have a rough start?”

“I sent them away when all of this began. My Mom, Dad, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, and cousins are all someplace safe.” I assured her, “As for my Mom, she dealt with some things when she was younger, things that came back to haunt her. Dad wasn’t so understanding at first, but eventually he came around.”

I didn’t mention the specific details, hoping Lola might ask her when they finally met. I had heard the story of my Mom and Dad meeting countless times, how he had tried to force the bond between them, and Mom retaliated. Dad told me she had bit him a number of times, something I could easily see Lola doing. When I was old enough to understand, I asked my Mom what happened to her all those years ago. Even with a rough start, and ghosts from the past, Mom and Dad had made it work.

“They sound really nice.” Lola cooed, the sound making my heart flutter. Anything else she planned to say fizzled out as a quiet snore left her lips.