Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 59 – I was pulled from the packhouse, floating just outside the second-floor window. I could still see Alpha Asher and I in bed, his arm wrapped lazily around my waist.

Looking down at my own hands, I noticed the shimmery and almost dream-like quality they had taken on. My skin was nearly translucent, showing the ground beneath me. I held my arms out in the air, trying to move myself towards the bedroom window. My body refused to respond, as if I were tethered to the spot.

I had never experienced a dream quite like this. Watching my sleeping body just ten feet away was quite unsettling. My stomach lurched as I began sinking to the ground. It felt like going over the crest of a roller coaster, right before free-fall.

For just a second, I wondered if my feet would pass through the earth. I had passed through the packhouse with ease. Some of the fear in my stomach was quenched when my feet gently hit the ground.

Everything was lit beautifully under the night sky. The moonlight bathed everything in shades of deep blue. Something stirred at the forest line. I tried to take a step back when the familiar icy cold front lapped at my skin. I couldn’t force my body to move, once again tethered in place.

After seeing the moving shadows during the fight, it was easy to spot them now. It was as if once you noticed the shadows, you could never miss them again. The shadows gathered along the forest line, painting the leaves and bark in black.

I watched as some of the shadows took form, only to break apart and slink away. The shadows continued to build, and my discomfort continued to grow. My skin was cold to the touch, even with the warm nighttime breeze.

As the shadows gathered, other parts of the forest line became lighter. Tree’s and details were easier to make out as the shadows pulled themselves further away. The shadows merged, creating a towering form. The form was shaped like a man. Standing at six feet tall, the form had no discernable details. I could see its frayed edges, where the shadows were unable to become solid.

The human shaped shadow approached me. Each individual hair on my body stood on end as the silky voice emerged from the shadow. The cold front seemed to follow the shadows, growing stronger the closer they approached.

‘You have been called’

‘Called?’ My voice sounded strange as the word tumbled from my lips. It was an octave higher and left a dull ringing in my ears. As much as I wanted this to be a dream, it was far too accurate for my liking. The knot that had formed in my stomach grew bigger each time I dismissed this as a dream. While I wanted to ignore the truth, my gut already knew.

I tried to reach out to Maya, to feel her within the confines of my brain. I was met with an emptiness that rattled me. Searching the corners of my mind for my wolf, she was no where to be found. The only voice inside my head, was my own.

I pressed against the invisible barrier that held me in place, pushing until my body ached and my head throbbed. The shadow man glided forward inhumanly, it’s arms and legs remained still throughout the motion.

‘Do not fight’

their voices floating to my reluctant ears. Before I had the chance to react, a smoky hand wrapped around my wrist. My mouth opened in pain, but nothing came out. The smoky hand

the shadow grabbed my wrist, the packhouse around us had faded from existence. It was like watching an old television. The background became enveloped in static, details and object disappearing from the background until we were left

old. My limbs felt like jelly, my tongue sandpaper in my mouth. I was overwhelmed with fatigue, as if I had just traveled

surroundings as they came into existence. I wasn’t by the packhouse anymore, but inside someone’s home. From the looks of it, I was standing in someone’s living room. My body still had that hazy

crackle against my skin, it’s warmth attempting to counteract the cold. Bookshelves lined the

at the swimming

against the mark Tristan left on my shoulder. I knew without looking, it was still there. It had followed me into my dream—or

vampire I had ever seen, not that I’ve seen many to begin with. His hair was the color of

head. The man looked quite young, possibly in his late twenties. While he looked young,

moment I looked into his eyes. What I saw made the icy waves come back with a vengeance. I saw myself mirrored in his bright eyes, my own staring back at me. It was then I was

man was

shade. I had always thought I got my dark hair from my Grandma, but now I could see the difference. Grandma’s black hair was the color of obsidian. My hair was such a deep shade of black, it almost held a blue hue to it. The color of rich midnight skies and lurking shadows. His lips were like my own, plump and full with a deep cupid bow. There was a coldness to the man’s eyes, one that set

his head to Tristan, and I watched as Tristan stiffened in response. The man—my Father commanded a lot of respect, that was evident in the way

me that I had long ago forgotten about. His

I remember his voice

it reminded me of the icy shards that licked my skin. His voice held a certain coldness to it, one that spread around the room like a thick frost. I was almost certain I’d be able to see my own breath as it escaped

giving the

Tristan murmured politely, retreating to the large doors before he disappeared

me, waiting for me to wrap my hands around it. I couldn’t bring myself to put the pieces together. I would much rather live

to keep them apart. Just as the pieces clicked together,

you’re

up in a dream—or whatever this was? I wasn’t sure, but I had the strange feeling I would find out. The icy shards continued lapping at my skin, but the