Chapter 1
Alpha Asher
Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 1 â I didnât stop running until I was deep into the forest, my
lungs burning from being deprived of oxygen.
My wolf, Maya, was furious.
She was hesitant about Tyler in the beginning, but was eventually won over. She thought he was our
mate too. While I was heartbroken and fighting back tears, Maya was seething.
I closed my eyes and allowed her to take over, making her promise that she wouldnât go and hunt Tyler
down.
Maya carried us farther into the woods, and I allowed myself to sink into the furthest depths of her
mind. My head was still racing with what had just happened, I wanted to turn everything off for just a
few moments. I couldnât handle it.
Hours and hours had passed, but I hardly noticed. I drifted off as Maya hunted and continued running.
I finally came to my senses when soft grass tickled my naked back. The familiar scent of herbs filled
the air. Basil, Lavender, and Mint invaded my nose and soothed my aching heart.
âLola, dear? Is that you?â A withered voice called out and I felt my heart jump.
âYou brought me here?â I asked Maya in surprise.
âWe need her. Weâre not going back.â She growled, resenting me for thwarting her plans on attacking
Tyler.
âGrandma?â My voice cracked and I sat up from the grass.
It was nearing dawn, the sun was just beginning to rise and it cast orange hues along her small
cottage. Her herb gardens lifted and swayed in the breeze.
I had always loved coming to grandmaâs house. My mom forbade me and my brother from coming back
here, holding a grudge against my grandma for years.
The story of my mom meeting my dad isnât one I like to talk about. My mom and dad arenât mates. Mom
rejected her mate when she was younger, seeking out my dad when she realized his mate had died.
My grandma always resented her for that, for throwing the mate bond away.
âLola, what on earth are you doing here?â My grandma exclaimed, wrapping a woven blanket around
my exposed body. She pulled me into a hug and I could feel myself break down at her familiar scent
and touch.
My grandma had this quality that made everyone love her. She was nearly impossible not to get along
with. My grandma matched my extremely short height of 5â2â², and had the same long black hair. She
was more withered, with laugh lines circling her mouth and eyes, but she had never looked better to
me.
âI missed you so much.â I cried into her shoulder. I even remembered how she smelled. So many
different herbs and apples. Grandma had a couple of apple trees she absolutely adored. She would
always be making a pie or some kind of dessert when we used to visit.
âWhatâs got you all worked up, Lola?â Grandma frowned, âIs it that boy youâre dating?â
Grandma was always supportive of anything I wanted to do, she just always reminded me to think
things through.
Grandma led me into her little cottage and sat me by her fireplace.
âTell me, what happened?â She sat next to me, placing a fresh set of clothes in my lap.
And tell her, I did.
I poured my heart out for what seemed like hours. She never once threw my mistake back in my face,
like my mother would have.
âI donât want to go back, Grandma. I canât face them.â I sniffled.
âThen you wonât go back. Youâll stay here with me.â My grandma nodded with finality. She had that
determined look on her face that said ânobody will stand in my wayâ.
âWhat about mom and dad.â I sighed, knowing a huge fight between them was brewing.
âYou let me deal with your parents.â My grandma shook her head, placing a cup of tea in my hands.
1 Year Later
âHa-ha!â I laughed, launching myself through the air. I maneuvered around the muscular arms that
reached out to grab me.
I dropped to the ground, dodging limbs and landing my own blows as I went.
âGood Lola, donât let me land any blows.â Chrisâs weary voice yelled out.
âJust a few more seconds. Heâs getting tired.â Maya coached me.
I continued to dodge each move Chris made, while landing my own in the process. I could feel him
breaking down, growing tired as he threw all he had at me.
âNow!â Maya yelled in my head.
I leaped at Chris suddenly, his eyes widening in shock before he could defend himself. He turned away,
as if he were going to run. I landed on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck, putting
pressure on his windpipe.
After a second or two of holding it there, I jumped off his back and beamed up at him.
âThat was some good work, kid.â Chris nodded appreciatively.
âThanks.â I smirked, finally having gotten the upper hand on him.
Chris rolled his eyes and frowned at me, âDonât go getting cocky now. You still need to work on building
your strength.â
âI know, I know. Just let me have this win.â I sighed, smiling at my grandma as she came out of the
cottage with food and drinks.
I had been living with grandma for almost a year, only talking to my parents once a week. I stopped
calling my mom after a month. She insisted on giving me updates on Tyler and his mate, which I
learned was named Brittany. I kept in constant contact with my dad, the only person who seemed to
understand the decision I had made. Even my older brother Sean, rarely called.
Sean had started taking over his duties as Beta, my father having retired almost a year ago.
Life had been amazing living with my grandma. I spent my eighteenth birthday in her cottage, picking
herbs and making pastries with the apples she had picked. My grandma lived a simple life, but I had
quickly grown to love it.
She introduced me to her neighbor. Chris. Chris happened to be a werewolf like Grandma and I. In
Chrisâs prime he was one of the best warriors in history, and even a Beta at one point. No one knew
what happened to him after he disappeared, no one but my grandma. Chris agreed to train me, looking
at my short stature, and deciding I needed to know how to protect myself.
Chris taught me to use what I had in my favor. Being 5â2â² and 105lbs didnât give me much to work with.
After training with Chris for almost a year, I could easily handle myself. Iâm small and fast, which means
men twice my size had to work even harder to land any blows.
âLola, dear. Your brotherâs on the line waiting for you!â Grandma informed me, placing a sandwich in my
hand as I walked into the house.
âHello?â I said through a mouthful of sandwich. Why would Sean be calling me?
âLola? I have some news.â Seanâs voice responded from the other end, sounding a lot deeper than
usual.
âWhatâs up?â I frowned, sitting on the arm of the couch as I munched on my sandwich.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
âMomâs d**d, Lola.â Sean replied in a gruff voice.
I felt my face scrunch up in confusion. How could mom be d**d? Everything seemed normal when Dad
called me every week.
âW-What? How?â I demanded.
âJust- Just come home, Lola. I donât want to explain this over the phone.â Sean sighed, adding âDad
needs you.â
âIâll- Iâll talk to grandma.â I sighed. The last thing in the world I wanted was to go home. The thought of
running into Tyler or his mate put a sour taste in my mouth.
After Chris went home for the day, I told grandma the news.
As much as grandma didnât like my mom, she was still sad to hear what had happened.
âAnd he wouldnât tell you what happened to her.â Grandma sighed.
âHe said he wanted to explain in person. He said dad needs me.â I frowned at her, and she knew what I
needed to do.
âThen I suppose we better get packing.â Grandma frowned, worrying about her widowed son.
âWe? Youâre coming too?â I nearly gasped.
A stern frown crossed her face, but I could see her eyes twinkling. âOf course, no granddaughter of
mine is going back to her slimy ex without some backup.â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â I sighed, pulling her in for a hug.
âJust donât expect me to get into any fist fights, Iâm too old for that stuff. No one wants to see a sixty-
year-old werewolf fight.â Grandma cackled.
I rolled my eyes at her, but I couldnât help the giggle that slipped from my lips.
âYouâll never be old to me.â I smirked, following her into the bedroom to pack our clothes away.
Grandma stopped by Chrisâs house the next morning, letting him know where we had gone. She
promised him a yearâs supply of apple pies if he took care of her herb garden.
We hopped into my grandmaâs car, and the anticipation bubbled in my stomach. Everything about me
had changed in such a short amount of time. I was no longer weak or shallow. I wouldnât let anyone
walk all over me ever again.
âAre you ready for this?â My grandma frowned, her silver eyes meeting my identical ones.
âNot at all.â I gave her a weak smile.
âChin up. If any of those pups mess with you, bite their d**n head off.â My grandma encouraged me.
Through the nerves and resentment I held for my old pack, I laughed at my grandma and braced
myself.
Turns out I wasnât the only thing that had changed.
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