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.”

feeling that my words were binding. “I want what’s best for both of our

eyes darkening as they met my own. The knot that had been growing in my stomach twisted painfully, and I resisted the urge to flinch away from him. Standing this close to him, it felt too personal and just wrong. The looming threat of my heat was dangling

my teeth together as his breath fanned across my cheek, silently wishing it were Asher who stood this close

head North.” Tristan whispered, “He will leave you and Holly here. He doesn’t need you until after

snapped down in time to notice the silver cuffs falling from my wrists, the padlock securing them unlocked. As I lifted my head to meet Tristan’s eyes, he had already left the room, closing the

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

under the covers as I searched for Asher with my mind. At some

drifted through my head, seductive and deep. The voice called out to my soul, yanking me from my sleep with a rough hand.

voice of the male was growing stronger, more frantic as he called out to me. My eyes snapped open, awareness flooding into my eyes as Asher’s voice called out in my mind. For a moment, I sat on the bed grinning like an idiot. This was

voice laced with frightened venom. ‘This is the first connection I’ve been

a ragged breath, fighting the pain that darted behind my eyes. Tears stained my

like that! I haven’t

silver cuffs on me.’ I choked out. I closed my eyes and took a few steadying breaths, calming my nerves so that I could

of my heritage

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

him through our mate-bond. ‘My Father plans on attacking tomorrow night. Half of his men will come from the North, the

could feel his dread through the mate-bond. He wanted this war as much as I did–not at all. This war was a necessity. This pack–our entire species was being threatened. There was only one way to eradicate a threat like this. To cut

whispered, feeling a featherlight caress through the mate-bond. “I’m at an abandoned Macy’s Warehouse

Lola.’ Asher murmured, ‘When I find you, you’re never leaving my sight. You

I have someone else here we need to rescue. My half-sister, I can’t leave her behind. You know you can’t come here, right? You

you. Not again.’ Asher