Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 133 – I’d never been on a plane before, much less a private jet that could easily double as an apartment if you ever found yourself without somewhere to live. I shuddered at the thought of being on a flight long enough to make use of the walk-in shower and king-sized bed in the back of the plane.

The only positive things about this flight were the tiny bottles of liquor that chased away my gnawing worry, cuddling up to Asher for the next hour, and the fact that there were no shadows forty thousand feet in the air. Everything else-down to the turbulence and the pitch-black sky, I absolutely hated.

“Asher might be alright with waiting until this plane lands to ask what the h**l happened, but I’m not. Give us the details, starting why you’re dressed like a movie star and this one… isn’t dressed.” Zeke leaned in; his hands clasped tightly together. I didn’t miss the way his eyebrows were creased, or the way the vein in his neck stuck out.

Asher rolled his eyes, “you didn’t give me the chance to ask.”

“Sorry, but you were taking too long.” He replied, glancing around the plane with that same look of unease on his face. I found it curious that an Alpha would fear plane crashes, but I wasn’t going to tease him for it. We all feared something. “I need a distraction before I spend the rest of this hour tweaking.”

“I’m ‘not dressed’ because I’m a performer at a club-well, I was a performer…” Clara explained, giving me and Brandon long looks that let everyone know we were responsible for her sudden resignation. She turned her attention to Asher, “…until your mate decided to beat up two bouncers and storm the employees only area to hunt me down.”

“You should have seen the looks on their faces when she threw that pitcher of beer-” Brandon began, ready to shovel a handful of chips into his mouth when he paused. Asher was glaring daggers at his brother, his eyes pitch black, and arm draped protectively over my shoulders. “Anyway, we would’ve been back sooner rather than later if it weren’t for the creepy sister witches.”

“Creepy sister witches?” Zeke repeated, just a flicker of fear in the Alphas eyes.

“Yup. One threw fireballs and the other made the ground crack open.” Brandon nodded, mimicking throwing a fireball only it was a sour cream and onion potato chip.

“So what you’re saying is not only did you put Lola’s life at risk once by kidnapping her from the scene of an accident rather than taking her to the hospital, but you also put it at risk numerous times afterwards, and for what?” Asher’s voice was as flat as the lack of color in his eyes, so dark that his pupils had vanished. He swiveled his eyes to Clara, who paled. ” What was your reason for taking Lola this far away from pack boundaries, knowing there are people after her?”

her from that wreck and made sure she had a blood-bag. Then I let her nearly bleed me dry for a pack of demonic leeches, and I didn’t take off

shadows and followed the witches?” Asher frowned, not with anger but worry. He knew I’d always feel guilty for what happened to Mason’s mate and Breyona, and that I’d never

shuddered, remembering all too well what it felt like to be imprisoned by my father, to have my every breath and move watched. “The shadows made us invisible, so they couldn’t see or hear me. One of the witches was on the phone, she said that the witch doing the tracking spell lost us. The other was pissed, started going off about how they’re locked up and never get to see any action, and how this mysterious leader of theirs sent out other witches instead of

Zeke repeated, “What

Asher, seeing the same hurricane of emotions in his eyes that raged within my own. “They said that these witches blend in better, that they’ll have everything set up for when “she’s” ready to slip past our boarders, and that once I realize she’s here,

just didn’t know it was this big…” Clara swallowed, still nervous even though I

charged the small space between us with Clara’s fear and hesitation. Not once had I ever felt a shred of fear towards Asher, but

desperate, because the found the strength to

soon I tell you what I know?” She asked, doing a remarkable job at hiding

the most sensitive, but Asher had the bedside manner of a rogue. “So long as you’re not trying to harm our people or anyone we care about, there’s no reason to k**l

and that when the time came, all of us needed to be on board. A week later, she gave me an official invitation to one of their gatherings. There’s no address to give you-I never went. The whole thing felt…off to me. Kiersten was always one of those happy-go- lucky people, and after that meeting…she turned hateful, especially towards non- witches. She tried one last time, came to my house with another witch. They

me, and a chill worked its way down my spine,

that vision. They made you out to be this…monster, said that you sided with the werewolves and were even working to enslave vampires. When they mentioned taking over werewolf packs, I knew something was wrong.” She continued, “I threw the invitation away…and Kiersten, she stopped talking to me. For days she just watched me…until she didn’t show up for work. Turns out she quit, and I haven’t seen her

think they were sent

woman I’d be on board, but I wasn’t. My magic isn’t the

thinking back to when I had her pinned against the wall. That whisper soft touch at the back of my head, it had been her magic. I was now sure of it. “If I remember correctly, you and I were pretty close back at the club.

like what vampires do. It’s not for very long, but there’s a lot I can do while I’m in there. I’ve never used it to seriously hurt someone…but I have used it to stun some of