Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 19

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 18 – I left Alpha Asher in the dust, making my way back to the bar. I added a little extra sway to my hips as I walked away, secretly hoping he would follow.

I allowed myself a glance back to where Alpha Asher stood once I reached the bar. A frown threatened to form on my face when I couldn’t see him anywhere, but I chased it away.

Mason wasn’t at the bar either so I hopped down in a seat and waited for the bartender to finish with his other customers.

A nasal voice sounded from just over my shoulder and I grimaced as I locked eyes with Chelsea.

“Alpha Asher’s looking awful good tonight, don’t you think Lola?” She sneered, her dark haired friend cackling along side her, “Maybe he’ll kiss the Birthday Girl.”

I couldn’t help the incredulous snort that came from my mouth, if only she knew what happened between me and Alpha Asher on multiple occasions. Nonetheless, I wasn’t one to brag and I didn’t need the entire pack thinking I was getting cozied up to yet another Alpha.

“That’s a long shot.” I snorted, “Hey, don’t you have a mate to go find? I don’t think he’d like you slithering around Alpha Asher.”

Chelsea’s face turned a bright red and she snapped back at me.

“At least I have a chance at finding my mate.” Chelsea barked, “You probably don’t even have one. I can’t see how anyone could want someone like you.”

A pang of pain ran through my chest at her words, but I shoved it deep down. I placed a mask of amusement on my face and watched as she stomped away.

I let my eyes scan the room and noticed Asher standing just fifteen feet away. He was leaning against the wall talking to another man, a glass of amber colored liquid sat in his hand. He looked down right delectable with his chocolate hair tousled to perfection.

My jaw clicked shut and my face turned into a grimace as Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. The man he was talking to smirked at Chelsea and walked off.

My eyes were practically glued to Asher and Chelsea, I couldn’t even hear the bartender when he finally approached me.

Chelsea’s gaze flickered back to my own, a cruel smirk forming on her face before she placed her manicured hand on Alpha Asher’s shoulder. A loud nasal laugh sounded from Chelsea, along with a smirk from Asher.

My thundering heart matched the beat of the music blaring through the club speakers, and jealousy flooded through me like ice water.

“Obviously a punch to the face was much too nice.” Maya growled. “B***h needs to learn her place.”

I clenched my teeth and ignored Maya for once. Maya wanted a fight. Wolves were much different than humans. For whatever reason Maya saw Alpha Asher and Grim as her own, and she was determined to protect what was hers. I on the other hand know Alpha Asher doesn’t belong to me, but that doesn’t mean I was immune to jealousy.

I turned back to the bartender feeling much more irritable.

“Five shots of your strongest liquor.” I grimaced at the cute bartender.

“Five?” The bartender with the green stripe in his hair sputtered, “You sure you can handle that miss?”

“I’ll be fine.” I snapped, forcing my gaze anywhere other than Asher and Chelsea.

Sensing my obvious irritation, the bartender was fast with gathering my shots. I had never managed to actually get drunk before, but I was determined to try. I wanted to d***n out the flaming jealousy that threatened to consume me. I had never been jealous in the past, and I was not enjoying the irritating feeling. Jealousy was like a big green monster that kicked you to the ground, then continued kicking.

“Jeez, Lola.” Mason chuckled, plopping down in a seat beside me. He eyed the shots the bartender lined in front of me. “This wouldn’t because of Chelsea and Alpha Asher, is it?”

“That obvious?” I grimaced, my gaze flickering over to them against my own will.

Chelsea was saying something she must’ve thought was funny, cause she cackled like a field wench a moment later.

I grabbed one of the shots from the table, my eyes glued to Asher and Chelsea. As if he could feel my eyes on him, Asher turned his gaze on me.

I let a dry smile come over my face as I raised the glass in his direction. I downed the shot without hesitation, my eyes burning holes into Asher’s.

I did what I could to conceal the jealousy monster within me, and turned my attention back to Mason.

“Nothing will happen between them.” Mason shrugged, not bothering to glance at Asher or Chelsea. He sounded so sure, and I wondered where he got his information from.

“What makes you say that?” I frowned, downing another shot.

The liquor burned as it ran down my throat, but the taste wasn’t completely unpleasant. Maple, honey and a woodsy flavor filled my mouth.

“Alpha Asher’s obviously not Chelsea’s mate.” Mason shrugged, “Once you turn eighteen, finding your mate is all you can think about.”

“You sound as though you’re speaking from experience.” I pointed out, raising my eyebrow as I downed the third shot.

“I am nineteen y’know”, Mason shrugged and looked away, some foreign emotion lingering in his ocean eyes. “Perhaps a story for another time.”

The hidden emotion dissipated from Mason’s eyes and his typical goofy grin formed on his face.

“I have an idea.” Mason’s blue eyes glinted mischievously.

“And what might that be?” I raised my eyebrow at him, demolishing the fourth shot. While I was intrigued about this idea of his, I wondered what might’ve happened between Mason and his own mate. Maybe he hadn’t found her yet, maybe he was still looking.

“Why don’t we go make him jealous.” Mason shrugged, but I could see the excitement in his eyes, “Dance with me.”

I pursed my lips for a moment, flickering my gaze over to Asher and Chelsea. They were standing much too close for my own comfort, then again ten feet is much too close.

“Alright.” I nodded, taking the fifth shot. “Let’s make him jealous.”

I let a devious smile form on my face as Mason put his hand out for my own. I placed my hand in his and followed him back over to the dance floor. We passed by Asher and Chelsea on the way, and I purposefully ignored their gazes.

Mason and I walked onto the dance floor and I turned to face him. A light blush stained his cheeks and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

I leaned in closely, feeling Asher’s gaze burning into me and murmured in Mason’s ear.

“Put your hands on my hips, Mason.” I chuckled, noticing how cute Mason looked when he was flustered.

Mason placed his hands on my hips so gently I could hardly feel them at all.

“You can touch me harder Mason.” I chuckled in his ear, “I’m not going to break.”

“Sorry.” Mason murmured back, his blue eyes locked on my own.

I was far from drunk, but I felt much lighter from the alcohol. It probably didn’t help that my last meal was well over five hours earlier.

I stepped closer to Mason and let my hips way with the thundering music. Mason slowly began loosening up and moving in sync with me. A smug smirk formed on my face and I let my hands trail slowly up Mason’s torso. The light blush stained his face the entire time.

At some point I turned and let my backside face Mason, pulling his hands around me and setting them on my hips.

“Excuse me.” Asher’s rough voice called out and my head snapped to the side.

“Got him.” Maya snickered.

Asher was standing beside me and Mason, impatience bleeding through his emotionless gaze.

“Alpha?” Mason replied, the two of us separating.

Mason’s nonchalant expression looked kinda strained as he faced Alpha Asher.

“Might I borrow Lola for a moment?” Alpha Asher’s gaze was solely focused on Mason, he didn’t even glance my way.

It was clear Alpha Asher wasn’t asking. His statement hung in the air as a challenge. He was practically daring Mason to say no.

“Of course, Alpha.” Mason nodded, giving me a strained smile before he stepped back.

I could feel guilt swirling in the pits of my alcohol filled stomach.

“This was Mason’s idea.” Maya frowned, “You shouldn’t feel guilty.”

Maya was right, but I couldn’t help but feel for Mason. Whatever was going on with his mate was clearly affecting him, and the last thing I wanted was to leave the poor guy confused. Of course, it was my fault for flirting with him in the first place.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Mason.” I forced a carefree grin onto my face, giving Mason one last wave.