Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 93 – Tristan had stopped by later on in the day, and I set my plan in motion. I was becoming impatient, each passing day increased my anxiety. The silver bands around my wrist kept me separate from Asher, though I didn’t have enough information to give him at the moment. Worst case scenario, I’d use the shadows to contact him, but I needed to find out the location of the warehouse and when the Vampire’s planned to a****k.

I nearly ambushed Tristan as he came into my room, asking–begging him to give me any information he could. I could see the indecision in his eyes, and nearly screamed as he stormed from my room. The next few days went that way, me begging Tristan for his help, only for him to storm out. Each time, I could see the indecision burning in his eyes. I wasn’t sure I could ever truly trust Tristan, but it was clear he wasn’t sure which side he was on.

Four days later, I was nearly at my wits end. I hadn’t heard from Holly or my Father, making me increasingly worried. Tristan came into my room as he often had, a tray of food in his hands. I snatched the glass of blood from the tray first, downing it before I took a deep, ragged breath. The blood rushed through my veins, making my head feel floaty and my body tingle. The blood always sent a surge of energy through me, though I was still powerless with the silver cuffs on my wrist. I had to give it to my Father, even under the impression my mind was controlled, he was still paranoid.

“Don’t start this again.” Tristan grunted as I pleaded with him for the fourth time.

“Tristan, if Asher doesn’t get this information, it’s over.” I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. Even in this large suite, I was a prisoner. “What do you think will happen then? He’ll a****k, and the pack will be overwhelmed. I can see it in your eyes Tristan, you don’t want this war. So, help me. Help me stop it.”

“Let’s say I help you and your Alpha wins; my people would suffer.” Tristan snapped, his ocean eyes narrowing into little slits. “Countless Vampire’s would be k****d. Don’t think I haven’t heard about Alpha Bran. He would single handedly fight for the slaughter of my kind–of our kind.”

“I don’t want that any more than you do.” I shook my head. I had too much time to think things over. If Tristan and Giovanni were both questioning the morals of my Father’s plan, then how many others were thinking the same? Vampires weren’t inherently evil, just as werewolves weren’t. They all deserved a place in this new world, one where peace was an attainable goal. “Countless will d*e either way, that’s war.”

“Then what is it you want, Lola?” Tristan asked, he sounded confused and exhausted. “What is the outcome you’re looking for?”

“I want our species to get along, to stop trying to k**l one another.” I hissed, “I want peace. I want Vampire’s and Werewolves to wake up in the morning, not fearing for their life.”

“I want the same, Lola.” Tristan murmured; his eyes thoughtful.

“Then help me.” I pleaded, forcing all the emotion I held into my words. I channeled my desperation, the overwhelming desire to see my mate again, and the need I felt towards protecting my younger sister. “Help me get this information to Asher.”

“You need to promise me something, Lola.” Tristan spoke lowly. “Promise me, you’ll always have the best interests for Vampire’s in mind. You’re not just a Werewolf, you need to remember that.”

my words were binding. “I want what’s

felt too personal and just wrong. The looming threat of my heat was dangling over my head. I had been here for a week already, but had not yet felt the signs of my heat coming on. My patience and courage were

hovering over my ear. I clenched my teeth together as his breath fanned across my cheek, silently

your pack tomorrow night. Your Father and his troops will be leaving out at sunset, tomorrow. The main group will a****k from the North, your Father and another team will venture in from the West and head North.” Tristan whispered, “He will leave you and Holly here. He doesn’t need you until after your

the silver cuffs falling from my wrists, the padlock securing them unlocked. As I lifted my head to meet Tristan’s eyes, he

raw wrists and clamored into the bathroom. I let out a painful hiss as I ran the tap water over my skin. Wounds from silver could heal much slower, but all I had was a raw, painful rash. I couldn’t still my frantic heartbeat as I thought of Asher, and how in just a few short hours, I would finally be able

bed, curling under the covers as I searched for Asher with my

voice called out to my soul, yanking me from my sleep with a

called out in my mind. For a moment, I sat on the

laced with frightened venom. ‘This is the first connection I’ve been able to make with

the pain that darted behind my eyes. Tears stained my vision, and pain ran through

me like that! I haven’t heard from you

so that I could give Asher a rundown of everything that happened. ‘There’s

didn’t have a clue when Tristan would come back, or when these cuffs would need to return to my wrists. I didn’t want to tell Asher about the other side of my heritage over the mind-link. I wanted to look into the depths

responded, and I left out a choked sob. My Father had been good on his word, the thought sent crippling

of my mate’s voice, the feeling of him through our mate-bond. ‘My Father plans on attacking tomorrow night. Half of his men will come from the North, the other will come from the West and try to ambush you. You need

pack–our entire species was being threatened. There was only one way to eradicate a threat like this. To cut the head off the source–my Father. ‘Where are you, Lola? You can’t stay there any longer. I need you here, baby. I

featherlight caress through the mate-bond. “I’m at an abandoned Macy’s Warehouse in Screven, South Carolina.

murmured, ‘When I find you,

me.’ I chuckled, but quickly turned serious. ‘Asher, I don’t have time to explain the details, but I have someone else here we need

Asher snarled, but I