Alpha Asher and Lola

Chapter 56

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 56 – Alpha Asher’s P.o.v

I reluctantly let Lola leave the house, hoping she would somehow manage to stay out of trouble.

The moment Lola left the house, I traveled down to the cells to speak with Tyler. I was forced to use the

holding cell’s in this pack, missing the ones in my own desperately. The holding cells in this pack were

pitiful in comparison. Silver bars and dirt walls were all that kept prisoners in line. It was obvious these

cells were rarely used. The cell bars were rusting, the smell of damp earth surrounding us.

I had brought my Beta along, hoping the two of us would coax some words from Tyler. We had kept

Tyler under tight lock and key. Guards monitored his cell constantly, they also injected small amounts of

silver into his blood stream. He was kept weak and isolated in hopes his mind would break before his

body.

I had visited Tyler the night we captured him and saved Lola. He had refused to speak, demanding he

talk to Lola. The demand sent fury rolling through me. Tyler was not in any position to make demands,

nor would he speak with what was mine.

Tyler had this petty hold over Lola, claiming they were meant to be together. I had heard the rumors

floating around the day after I took control of this pack. The old Alpha had a girlfriend but discovered

his true mate in the middle of his relationship.

I walked down to the cells with Beta Devin at my side. Two guards were leaning against the earthen

wall, watching Tyler through the bars.

“Has he said anything useful yet?” I turned to one of the men, my eyes flickering to Tyler’s hunched

form.

“No, Alpha.” One of the guards shook his head, his eyes narrowing in hatred as he looked on at Tyler. I

recognized one of the guards from my own pack, the other was once a part of Tyler’s pack. The hatred

in his eyes was staggering, especially as he looked down at his old Alpha. I remembered the young

werewolf’s name. Isaac had once been close friends with the old Alpha, making me reluctant to accept

his offer as a guard. It was his hatred for his old Alpha that made me accept, and Isaac had not been

one to disappoint.

Every half an hour, Isaac would enter Tyler’s cell and beat the truth from him. Tyler had yet to speak of

anything other than Lola, but my will remained unbroken. It had been a total of two days, longer than I

thought Tyler would last. Bringing Lola down here was a last resort, something I tried not to think on.

I opened Tyler’s cell and stepped inside. The smell of sh*t and p**s was overwhelming, turning my

stomach. Tyler had seen better days. The cocky tilt of his chin was absent as he sat slumped over in

his cell. His light-colored hair was brown with dirt, his clothes crumpled and stained. His light eyes

remained bright and unbroken, something that would soon change.

“It appears your men have forgotten my breakfast.” Tyler’s voice was raspy from lack of water, his head

turning up in my direction. His eyes were bright as his lips turned up in a cocky smile.

My wolf wanted to tear through, to destroy the man that laid claim on what was ours. Tyler’s hold on

Lola was non-existent, a power he wished to reclaim. Tyler was one of those men who couldn’t stand to

be ignored, to be replaced by something better. Reclaiming Lola was poor attempt to claim his old life,

one where he hadn’t lost everything.

It was never my intention to a****k Tyler’s pack. I hadn’t noticed the little pack until Tyler climbed for my

attention. I could ignore his side-eyed looks of jealousy and superiority, but I couldn’t tolerate out right

disrespect. Tyler had disrespected my position in front of my pack. Naturally, an act like this wouldn’t be

grounds for war. The two Alpha’s would fight one-on-one, the victor absorbing the loser’s pack. Tyler

had run back to his pack before we had the chance, prompting my own action in return. I could never

allow another Alpha to disrespect me and run. A coward had no right running a pack.

Instead of acknowledging what he said, I kept my face an impassive mask. I gripped Tyler’s tattered

shirt in my fist, lifting him to his feet. His head rested against the earthen wall; his lip split from his time

with Isaac.

Feeling my wolf’s strength surge through me, I tossed Tyler’s body against the wall. His flesh hit the

earth with a sickening smack, but the light in his blue eyes remained.

‘Not for long.’ My wolf murmured, looking down at the would-be Alpha. ‘Everyone breaks.’

As much as I wanted to, I hadn’t the time to stay and truly torture Tyler. I informed Isaac and the other

guard to feet him scraps a few times a day. Enough to keep him alive, but not enough to gain strength.

Alpha Bran had been waiting outside the Training building for me, insisting he needed my men’s aid in

setting up for the fight. I had detested Alpha Bran’s father, and now I detested his son. The two of them

were insufferable pricks, thinking themselves the King’s of the world.

While the prospect of Lola fighting Alpha Bran pissed me off, it would be satisfying when she won.

‘Alpha Bran will never live it down.’ My wolf murmured in appreciation.

Alpha Bran continued to push his boundaries. Extensive comments about Lola and his night with her

left his mouth. He was goading me on, I knew that much. Alpha Bran’s pride often clouded his

judgement. He ran the second largest pack in the world, one I could easily absorb if need be.

I had been quite the dictator a few years ago, my goal was absorbing as many packs as possible. I had

long ago left that goal behind, content with the size of my pack. We had the numbers and the warriors,

there was just one thing missing. It was something I had spent many years ignoring, something I wasn’t

sure I wanted.

I had the pack, the men, but I didn’t have a mate. I needed a Luna.

Alpha Bran’s men worked with my own, turning the open space beside the pack-house into a fighting

ground. The open space lingered beside the Training building and was once where training was held.

When the recruits began their training as wolves, we would move outside.

The space was flat and barren, but Alpha Bran requested more. After a couple hours, the earthen floor

was covered. In the center of the field sat a large dirt lot, circular in shape. This was where Alpha Bran

and Lola would be fighting. Large lights were strewn about, staked into the ground. The sun was just

beginning to set, marking only an hour before their fight.

I paced inside the packhouse as the minutes ticked by. Ten minutes before the fight, I was nearly ready

to explode. Her two friends had come twenty minutes earlier, standing by as they waited for their friend.

The girl Breyona continued throwing me anxious glances. Her eyes were glued to the clock on the wall,

counting down the seconds until the fight. Even the guy Mason, looked concerned. The constant need

to suppress my jealousy around Mason was infuriating, but I knew Lola needed them here.

“She’ll be here, Alpha.” Beta Devin grunted, giving me a wary look. “Do you really think Lola would

run?”

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, agreeing with Beta Devin’s reasoning. “She’s incapable of arriving

anywhere on time.”

“She’ll be here.” Breyona muttered, her eyes meeting my own. “She went to her Dad’s house, their

probably just running late. You know how she is.”

As if on cue, the front door opened, and Lola walked in. Her face was red from exertion, but she was

otherwise unharmed. My hammering heart stilled at the sight of her, her black hair done in a tight braid

down her back. The black leggings and sports bra clung to her full frame.

“Did you run here?” I grimaced, taking in the sight of her.

“What? No, I didn’t run here.” Lola’s face contorted in confusion, her bottom lip jutting out. “We were

just running late.”

“You’re about to fight an Alpha and you couldn’t keep track of the time?” My voice came out harsher

than I meant, my eyebrow lifting as I stared at the defiant expression on Lola’s face.

“Baby steps, Alpha.” Lola snapped, her hands finding their way to her hips. “Rome wasn’t built in a

day.”

I peeled my eyes away from her hips and glared. This little ball of fire was distracting me more than I

thought. I was noticing all her habits and began enjoying each one. Her lip would jut out in a pout

whenever she was being scolded, her hands would find her hips when she became defensive. I was

beginning to enjoy the flash of fire in her eyes when she called me ‘Alpha’.

I sent Breyona, Mason, and Beta Devin outside. I needed a minute alone with Lola before my head

nearly imploded. The urge to touch her skin was a constant itch in my head.

“Ready to watch me beat up an Alpha?” Lola’s lips turned up in a smirk that sent my heart hammering.

“You’re awful cocky.” My eyes blazed down at her, irritation and lu*t filling my body. Her eyes were wide

and innocent, catching on to the anger that rolled from my body. Regardless of tonight’s outcome, Lola

would be punished for her behavior.

“Maybe I just have a really good Alpha training me.” Lola shrugged, her own lu*t filling her eyes. As

much as she tried to resist me, her eyes always gave it away.

“Careful, Lola.” I smirked down at her, my thumb rubbing against her plush bottom lip. “Keep

complimenting me, and I might just think you like me.”

Lola had the reaction I anticipated. A scoff came from her perfect lips, her eyes narrowing

incredulously.

“Keep dreaming.” Lola smirked, turning on her heel and exiting through the front door. Her hips

swayed, her bottom prominent through her leggings. I ignored the tightening in my pants, pushing

thoughts of Lola’s round bottom from my mind.

I had caught up to Lola effortlessly. Lola was fast for a werewolf, but it was clear she was in no hurry.

Some part of her was nervous for this fight.

Alpha Bran stood in the middle of the dirt circle; his face bright with cheer as he talked to some of the

guests. I could see Alpha Zeke nearby, an irritated look on his face as Alpha Bran clapped him on the

back.

Alpha Bran was the first to notice Lola’s arrival, something I had already anticipated. Lola’s Dad stood

off to the side, looking irritated yet proud. Her Grandma stood nearby, her face calm and serene

despite what tonight would hold.

“Lola sweetheart, you’re here.” Alpha Bran smirked, running a hand through his hair. His pitiful excuse

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Lola’s look of disgust cooled some of my anger.

“Obviously, this is my pack.” Lola rolled her eyes, clearly tired of his antics.

“I’m afraid I can’t go easy on you sweetheart.” Alpha Bran smirked, pulling his shirt from his head.

Many of the guests stood by awkwardly, anticipation and nerves filling the lot of them. It wasn’t often

one of their own would fight against an Alpha.

The rules were as such, they could fight in wolf or human form but had to keep within the circle. The

first one unconscious or d**d would win the fight.

An uneasy feeling filled me. It was clear Lola received training in her year away from the pack, but had

she trained in her wolf form?

The two of them stood at opposite ends of the circle, their eyes locked on one another.

I made my way to the front, taking my place beside Alpha Zeke and Beta Devin. It was responsibility to

begin the fight. I let any emotion drain from my face, giving Lola a long look before beginning the

match.

“Fight.” My voice rang out through the crowd of people. The lights illuminated the field as the sun

continued to set. Shadows were thrown across the field and forest line.

Without hesitation, Alpha Bran leaped forward. His claws extended in the short amount of time it took to

reach Lola. For just a moment, I worried she had a moment to slow when registering Alpha Bran’s

a****k.

Surprise rolled through me as Lola turned, flattening herself as Alpha Bran whizzed by. His claws dug

into the ground as he skidded to a halt.

His blue eyes were bright with surprise, clearly underestimating Lola. Lola on the other hand looked

elated and calm.

Alpha Bran pulled himself from the ground. I knew his wolf was giving him speed and strength, judging

from the speed Alpha Bran used. A wolf’s energy was not inexhaustible. Sooner or later his wolf would

tire, retreating to the back of his mind.

Alpha Bran kept close to Lola, giving her little room to escape and move around. While Alpha Bran was

not the best fighter I had seen, he was better than I anticipated. Alpha Bran threw punch after punch,

while Lola stumbled to dodge his moves. He was keeping her close, working her against the far wall of

the circle. Lola needed room to move, room to dodge his attacks.

My chest constricted as his lengthened claw grazed Lola’s ankle. The move had set her off balance,

leaving her falling to the floor. Lola pulled herself up with speed that surprised me.

As Alpha Bran’s punches and swipes became more desperate, Lola began to pick up speed.

I watched as something flashed from the corner of my eye, turning my head at the sight. Something

cold rushed through me as I watched the shadows gather. They followed Lola’s every movement,

keeping out of sight behind the crowd. The shadows followed her silkily, as if they were under her

command.

When Lola lunged and dodged, the shadows followed. What had once been a warm night, was now

cold. Light wind whipped around, lashing against skin. A sense of unease fell on the crowd, but I

seemed the only one who noticed.

My eyes scanned the oblivious crowd, their eyes locked on Lola and Alpha Bran. There was one set of

eyes that were not on the fight, but on the gathering shadows behind Lola.

Lola’s Grandmother stared at the gathering shadows; her mouth parted in shock.

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