Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 178

Chapter 178

“What the fuck?” I deadpanned, staring at what could easily be my father’s clone like the man himself had risen from the grave and sewn his head back on.

I couldn’t process the thoughts churning in my head enough to formulate any other response, but I couldn’t help but feel as though those three words summed things up brilliantly.

He had the same thick hair, composed of the darkest onyx, that Holly and I inherited, along with the startling eyes. His build was definitely larger than my father’s, but his face, the wide-set jaw and sloped nose—that was the same.

The man who claimed to be my uncle—as if that wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever said, raised one of his dark eyebrows. “Well said.”

“You’re Deacon?” I managed, my voice a touch suspicious.

He nodded imperceptibly, “That’s what I’m called.”

“The former King doesn’t have a brother. I spent nearly all of my time by his side, and never had he mentioned a brother. How is this possible?” Tristan grimaced, hovering protectively at my side.

Deacon snorted at Tristan’s reaction, his broad shoulders shifting in the process. The other Vampire’s in the warehouse, the one’s he’d been conversing with, stared with equal parts curiosity and contempt.

“You think just because you spent your every waking moment preening after my brother, means you get access to his secrets? Try again. My brother would’ve served your head to the witches on a silver platter if it meant getting what he wanted, no matter how loyal you were.” He replied, rubbing at the stubble on his chin as though he had a second, more amusing thought. “No wonder you’re following this one around. You must be grateful she got rid of him before he could get rid of you.”

The teasing and condescending tone laced within his rough voice made me bristle, sending a rush of heat down my neck and arms.

“Lola. My name is Lola.”

he stared at me with those glacier eyes—cold, but not nearly as cold as my father’s. “You’ve

his, even with all

Vampire Queen. You must have your hands full. Does

the part where I have a bunch of witches trying to kill me, and yes, Asher knows I’m here.”

my father would’ve

think you’re lying, Lola. I think your mate has no clue you’re here, and even if he does, I have a strong feeling he doesn’t know where here is. So, what’s keeping me from separating your head from your body like you did my brother, and sending your little minion here marching out into broad

of pure loathing radiated off of him like a furnace, so scalding that I thought he might sink into

off. I craned my head to the left and

upwards, and as they did so, I realized why my father never

though there were differences between the two, I had

have my spies scattered along my web like little spiders. They whisper information down the threads, and I hear it. How else would I know about the murders in your pack, or of your mate’s unhinged nature? I can relate, you know. Living with someone cruel and violent is draining—constantly on your guard, wondering when the day will come when you

my chest rather than giving Deacon the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to me. A thought slithered into my head, and rather than

affects me so deeply because a certain prisoner of mine, the one who gave me the directions to this place, she didn’t mention anything about who you were. I can’t help but feel that Bridgette left out a huge chunk of information when

demeanor changed. Like a switch had been flipped, the cruel and almost humorous light to his eyes

 

the fuck out?’ His tone was flat, not too loud but not

surrounding us began to move, bustling towards the fallen shelves, headed

stay, Dina.” He grunted at the

American Vampire who’d stopped our bike in the middle of the road nodded, and I swore a wave of understanding passed between the two,

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