Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 112 – I made it halfway down the beach when a series of cheers and whooping filled the air, followed by laughter and thundering feet. There were at least a hundred men and women running down the beach, towards the forest’s emerald leaves, muted from the dark but still beautiful beneath the moonlight.

A few shifted prematurely, shredding bathing suits and swimming trunks as fur sprouted from their arms, neck, and torso. For many the shift was instant, an animal breaking free from its two-legged p****n. Large paws dug into the sand, spraying those who hadn’t yet shifted. Some shouted and groaned, while others laughed and tried not to get it in their eyes.

“Manhunt! Manhunt!”‘ A few guys chanted, dispersed throughout the crowd. Their voices were nearly d*****d in the laughter and cheering. Still, the word brought nothing but confusion.

‘Isn’t manhunt like adult hide and seek?’ I asked Maya, even though there was no way she’d know the answer.

When she responded with a shrug, I cut my losses and peered down the beach. I couldn’t see too far, but there were still four fires that dotted the sandy dunes. People sat around them, most obscured by distance and darkness. It was unlikely Asher would be sitting around a fire, surrounded by people as he ignored my voice ringing in his head.

‘Asher? I’m walking down the beach. Where are you?’ I called out, only to again be met with silence.

‘Let’s not panic.’ Maya said firmly, but I was no longer sure if she were talking to me or herself. ‘There could be a good reason he’s ignoring us.’

‘Hopefully, there’s a good reason for this feeling I’m having.’ I grunted, unable to place the odd tingling in the pit of my stomach.

I could walk down the beach and search each bonfire, or I could go into the forest -which seemed the more likely option between the two. My mind was concocting all sorts of things. Perhaps he had found a vampire lingering on the borders, or did something new happen with the witches? It had been almost twenty-four hours since their first a****k, and I was already beginning to wonder how soon the second would come.

As I tried to convince myself there was no need to worry, irritation began to take hold. I would know if something happened to him, but Asher wouldn’t ignore me.

With a huff, I turned and chose one of the dirt trails that led into the forest.

and countless other warriors. It would have been easier if nearly a

If I hadn’t had a glass of blood before the party, the gust of chilled

and branches, padded across damp soil and rocky earth. The distant sound of shouting and

to the east. My intention was to circle back around, to search the car if I

sending Maya on full alert. The feeling

another snap. This one to the left of

for once, I was

strength into my legs as I kicked off

shifted, but only a few long seconds had passed before the feeling subsided, and the sound of padding feet grew quiet and distant. I came to a stop beside a great oak tree, using its thick trunk as coverage. Silence enveloped the

into me faster than I could process.

tripped over the earth as this mass of flesh toppled me over, tearing the air from my lungs when I fell on my back. I snarled and thrashed, sweat and dirt clinging to my skin, filling my nostrils as they hovered over me- their weight bearing down on

wrists down with brutal force. I wondered if my heart would stop from how hard it hammered, from how fast the

my trembling, panting face. His breath fanned across my face, “…never go in the forest when a game of Manhunt

fire burned low in my gut, searing my insides as it traveled lower-to where Asher straddled me. It grew,

do I play?” I panted, sucking in a breath when his eyes zeroed in on my

could see the outline of his hand and stiffened when it traveled lower. I thrashed when I felt the ghost of his fingertips gliding across my hip, where the strings of the b****i met in a neat bow. I clenched my legs together, knowing it was only a matter of time before he could smell me-before he could find out

by running…by praying you don’t get caught.” His voice was soft, but there was nothing gentle in his words. They were unforgiving, revealing

beneath him when the pieces clicked together in my mind, bringing back a memory

game of chase had been happening when the moon had risen, between nearly a dozen male and females. I had never once

s*x, deep within the