Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 136 – Even though the sun was up and he’d surely be heading to sleep soon, we went to talk to Giovanni first. I was eager to get my hands on the magical text he managed to get, especially since Cordelia called and said she’d be back this afternoon to perform the séance.

I put all of my focus towards getting this binding removed so I could get ahead of these witches and hopefully stop this mess in its tracks. There was every chance the witches working against us would find out and try to stop us, so the faster we moved the better.

Since Asher refused to let me out of his sight for the day, he tagged along. Even in broad daylight I couldn’t help but keep my eyes peeled on these twisting and turning roads, waiting for another pair of dark boots.

‘You alright?’ Asher asked, his voice flowing through my head. He glanced over at me from the driver’s seat and took a hand off the wheel to place it on my t***h.

‘Yeah…’ I nodded and sank further into the seat. My pulse raced from the small touch, but it did nothing to steer my thoughts away from the stranger and how abrupt the c***h had been. My voice was strained when I asked, ‘would you believe I’m not in any hurry to get into another c***h?’

I hadn’t expected to find Rowena at the house so early. She was coming down the stairs as we walked inside and smiled once she noticed us. The sundress she wore reached her ankles and had little maroon flowers that matched the shade of her hair. The long layers were curled and framed her heart-shaped face.

“You like it? I got it at a little shop in town.” Her smile widened when she noticed me take in her outfit. “I’m wearing it to the bake sale today. Apparently a bake sale is much more exciting than what I was led to believe.”

“We’ll probably stop by sometime after the séance.” I replied, silently praying grandma would have leftover cookies in case we couldn’t make it.

Since this bake sale was in honor of Carson, I was positive there would be plenty of college kids ready to binge on a bunch of sweets. Grandma would be right in the line of fire and would love every chaotic second. She probably considered it a reward from all the stress baking she’d done last night.

“Cordelia called me this morning too! I’ll be there for the séance and from what I’ve heard your friend Breyona is coming as well.” Rowena smiled warmly, “are you coming as well, Alpha Asher?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, because there was no way my stubborn mate would let me call on the ghost of my d**d mother alone. We hadn’t at all discussed whether he’d come, but I knew he had made up his mind when I first told him Cordelia’s idea.

“Wonderful! I hope this afternoon gives you the answers you’ve been looking for.” The sincerity in her voice rang like a bell throughout the quiet house, along with the concern that slowly closed in. She paused by the front door, “actually, I wanted to speak with you about Holly…”

“Has everything been going alright with her training?” I asked, glancing upstairs to where her bedroom door was.

Rowena nodded and brushed back a thick curl of hair, “she’s starting out strong considering she’s never practiced magic a day in her life, but my concern for her isn’t of the magical variety.”

My eyebrows inched together, “then what kind is it?”

a therapist? You’ve briefly mentioned her life with your father, so I can’t presume to know everything, but enduring a situation like that is traumatizing. Trauma can stunt a witches progress

hadn’t already known about Rowena’s background as a preschool teacher, I would’ve thought she sounded like a concerned mother. I wasn’t nearly as suspicious as Asher. From bone structure to even the smallest of details, she

while before we came to town, but it didn’t seem to be helping. I’ll have Tristan see if she’ll agree to it, and if she says yes

spell when we met for our training session, but I didn’t see

about tracking spells?”

eyes lit up curiously and she answered in the clear soprano of

the subject. Were there

is there any way

from the target, or some of their DNA. Also, they can only be tracked for so long. It all depends on the strength of the witch and how well she can concentrate. The only other kind of tracking spell would involve sigils, which we would’ve

restaurants on our way to the house.

in our house?’ Asher’s voice flooded my head, along with a heavy dose of wariness. ‘She was

happy to see Rowena and Cordelia adjusting,

She was in our house…’ I nodded, because other than the lack of alarm bells going off in my head, I had nothing to prove her innocence. I continued before Asher had the chance to respond, ‘…but so

one of his dark

his eyes when his arm snapped out lightning fast. The last thing I felt before being pulled into his chest was a hand wrap around my wrist. Some of the playfulness faded from his eyes, turning the vibrant gold into a gentle caramel. ‘You think I’m being paranoid, don’t

was right, what had worked to protect the pack in the past. Everything had changed in such a short amount of time, and it was far from over. With vampires joining our side

lower lip, pretending to think my answer through. The short strands of his hair tickled my

had won this battle. His arms snaked around my waist and pinned me flush against him. I knew he wasn’t letting go anytime soon when he captured

up, I will.” Tristan’s voice split the air like a whip. I knew both from his words and from the severity in his voice that he was in a s****y mood. “If you make

seconds to enjoy his embrace, knowing it

acting like an a*****e because it’s past your bedtime?” I asked, meeting little

trudged down the stairs, paying no mind to Tristan who lingered close behind, waiting for her to

me eyeing her disheveled appearance, she nodded. “…my

nodded in her direction, which was currently hovering around the

yet to be asleep and the sun-dweller that lives in this house think’s it’s funny to leave curtain’s open in the middle

the kitchen, “did you

Tristan before turning to Asher and me, “…I only did it on purpose the first time. Second