Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 94 – My stomach was in knots the entire walk down stairs and into the massive dining room. All traces of the usual warehouse appearance had been wiped away. While the outside of the warehouse looked run-down and desolate, the inside was completely remodeled.

A long table sat in the center of the room, a couple of clear vases with blood-red roses sat on top. I kept my eyes forward, letting them glaze over as I ignored my surroundings. The silver cuffs were back on my wrist, cutting me off from my wolf and my pack. I noticed my Father at the head of the table, with Holly sitting off to the side. Her eyes held just a flicker of fear within them as she noticed my presence. I pretended not to see her, pretended not to care.

Tristan pulled back a chair for me, and I sat almost robotically. I could feel my Father’s eyes on me, narrow and assessing. If he had any suspicions, he didn’t voice them. Tristan pulled out a chair across from me, sitting down beside Holly. I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on an oil painting that hung on the wall.

“Has she been fighting your control?” My Father asked, turning to look at Tristan.

“She did at first, but I expected as much.” Tristan nodded, playing the part of the dutiful soldier well. Part of me wanted to let out a dark laugh. My Father had clearly been furious at Giovanni’s betrayal, but had no inkling that another traitor sat in his midst. “Since the traitor and his b***h were let go, she’s calmed down quite a bit.”

“Very good.” My Father nodded, his eyes drifting over to me. I resisted the urge to stiffen as I wondered if he planned on testing me. I felt as though I were playing the part well, but I had no idea if my Father could see through my act. “She will soon learn it is all but pointless to stand against me. That in time, I will win. The sooner she cuts those pesky ties to her pack, the better.”

I could feel my anger spike, but regained control before my sporadic heartrate gave me away. While I pretended to be under Tristan’s complete control, my Father knew I could still hear everything around me. Tristan had entered my mind multiple times, each time seeking to gain a foothold, but always failed. I could only wonder what it would have felt like if he truly managed to latch himself onto my mind, embedding himself in my thoughts. How would it feel to lose all control, to be forced to sit and listen to my surroundings, unable to do anything?

“It seems with Lola completely under your control, I have no need for my other daughter.” My Father shrugged, as though this were just a normal occurrence. My Father’s cold eyes were on me the entire time, gauging my reaction as his words settled in my ears. “Dispose of her for me, Tristan. Make it slow.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Tristan murmured, and in a flash, he was out of his chair.

gripped her slender neck. I could see her pleading with me, her eyes wide and full of terror. Pain echoed within me

knew my Father held no qualms with k*****g the two of us. He would

all the strength I had inside of me, I kept my head straight, my eyes blank. My hands were relaxed as they sat on my lap, my breaths slow and even. Holly visibly trembled from the corner of my

the sound was quickly cut off

Father nodded, never once taking his eyes

eyes began to widen and bulge. My control was slipping with each passing second, with each garbled gasp for oxygen that would never come. Just as I began to break, and my fingers

that’ll be enough.” My Father nodded, never once glancing at his other daughter, the one who

good.’ Tristan’s voice drifted through my

to respond, I really did, but I was shaken to my core. I couldn’t ignore the hurt look Holly gave me, nor could I ignore how I almost watched my half-sister d*e. Our Father held no remorse, no sympathy for his wheezing daughter. As though this were a normal occurrence,

blood. I had grown used to the taste of blood, had come to anticipate it with every meal. Blood had become more fulfilling than food, sending a surge of strength and bliss through my veins. A thick steak sat in the center of my plate, along with some steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. The scent of the food wasn’t nearly as appealing as the blood. Neither my Father nor Tristan had a plate in front of them, only a tall glass of blood. Just as my Father lifted the glass to his lips, Holly began cutting into her steak. I followed suit, lifting my own glass as robotically as I could. The blood washed down my throat, chasing away the lingering fear I had felt as I watched Tristan choke Holly. My muscles relaxed, my brain clearing as the blood coursed through me. After I drained the glass, I moved onto my steak. I cut the piece of meat into little cubes, all whilst keeping my eyes

me back into my bedroom. He lingered in my room for a few moments, making sure no

nearly k*****g Holly?” I laughed dryly, “How you

She’s been through far more than you. If you don’t remember, your Father took her from her home months

an unlikely, and somewhat unwanted, ally. I wouldn’t have the

you go after this?” I asked, my voice low. “I’m sure you have no intention on sticking around

will I do?” Tristan murmured thoughtfully, “I have no idea, Lola. That’s been the