Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 141 – Asher would’ve k****d him on the spot with only my word as evidence. That was how much he trusted me, how much he wanted to protect me.

The gut-feeling twisting and tearing into my stomach like razor blades was telling me to scream for my mate-or worse, tear Lars’s throat out myself.

I had to keep my cool, especially at a bake sale for a girl who had just been m******d. There was no way I could cause a scene. I couldn’t accuse Lars of something like this with nothing more than a hazy memory of black boots and a gut-feeling that set off a symphony of alarms in my head.

His lips curved up in an amused smile, which was my only warning that I had taken too long to answer. Keeping my eyes on his face and not on his boots was excruciating, but I wasn’t sure if he had seen me look the first time.

If this gut-feeling of mine was correct-which both witches said it would be, then that meant Lars was connected to all of this. Perhaps he was a puppet and not in league with the master herself. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out what purpose a werewolf would have in helping the witches.

All the witches I had encountered were women. I wasn’t even sure if men could be witches. That made things a bit more confusing.

“Oh–that sounds fun!” I covered my croak with a laugh that probably sounded a little too chipper. Breyona noticed and gave me a funny look that I promptly ignored. “I’ll make sure Asher tags along since parties aren’t really his thing, so feel free to spread the word.”

“Awesome, will do.” He grinned and put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. I watched his eyes roam just above my head, scanning the crowd of people around us.

“Looking for someone?” I asked, easing the suspicion out of my voice before it revealed itself. I wasn’t usually this tactless, but the sight of his boots caught me off guard.

“You seen Cassidy anywhere?” He asked, and his answer caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to be looking for the cheerful blonde who keyed his motorcycle. His lopsided grin told me he saw the skepticism in my eyes, so he raised his hands in surrender. “…hey, we talked it out, I swear! I actually got a date with her coming up, and I’m pretty excited. Anyway, I’m gonna go track her down. Thanks for helping me out, Luna! I won’t forget it!”

“If Cassidy didn’t strike me as the type of she-wolf to throttle a man, I might just be worried for her.” Breyona shook her head but paused when she realized I wasn’t listening. I felt her touch my arm but couldn’t tear my eyes away from where Lars vanished into the crowd. “…you alright, Lola?”

“Remember how you told me to let you know if I had any of those gut feelings?” I frowned, looking away even though something in the pits of my stomach whispered, ‘follow him’.

Asher was far enough away that I caught glimpses of him in between the crowds of people walking in every direction. Grandma was talking his head off, but I couldn’t hear what was being said with everything else going on.

paled; any playfulness

murmured even though

color of chalk, but she nodded, “…you know this is

I’ll tell him. I just want to make sure I’m right before pointing any fingers. You know Asher won’t hesitate to k**l him off my word alone, especially since he’s been on edge lately. That won’t make things better, it’ll just stir the pot.” I sighed and pinched the

he could be by his instincts. It seemed to happen more frequently lately, but it made sense with everything going

boots and the feeling I had that twisted my stomach into knots. A flutter

partially hiding the flash of

else, someone who could

in her eyes, I knew she was thinking back to when she had truly been whole. Even though I saw the explosion of

and feel the cold waters of the streams we would stop and drink at, inhaling the air of the forest-taking in the beautifully harsh world around us. Forever trapped reliving the bliss of the wind rushing through her thick fur, of

I’ll call you.” I told her, silently hoping it wouldn’t come to that-but there

trapped…our kind isn’t

the shadows, there’s nothing I can do for her.’

she could see my internal battle, Breyona changed

in to whisper in my ear. “…the woman

answered the phone bubbly but out

nodded, but my eyes didn’t move

Breyona’s voice softened as she said

pepper hair, his flannel ironed and jeans unstained, Breyona watched the woman. Her honey blonde hair was curled at the ends, and her

wandered down the pathway in between them. Both

heavily frosted cake, but really he

like cupcakes.” I snorted quietly. Breyona’s lips twitched and she glanced my way with a