Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 148

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 148 – “Quit sulking.” Mason scolded me from the driver’s seat. “If you wanted to drive you shouldn’t have tried to drive us off the cliff.”

“That’s not what I was trying to do, and I already apologized.” I griped and folded my arms over my chest. “…you’re just angry I made you scream.”

The trees that grew out of the rocky cliff side whooshed by in shades of shamrock and olive. I wondered if Lars were in there somewhere, deep within their protective cover. Were the witches there too?

“You didn’t make me scream, your reckless driving did.” His voice had an edge of defensiveness that made me snort. Warm hazel eyes slid over to where I sat in the passenger, “…you won’t tell anyone about this, right?”

“I won’t.” I reassured him, and waited until relief flooded his eyes to say, “…if you let me drive us back, and you can’t act like I’m going to drive off the mountain with every curve.”

“Deal, but you keep this to yourself for as long as you live.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Deal.” I nodded and began to relax in the seat when a thought crossed my mind. “…I can tell Breyona, right?”

“Yeah, you can tell Breyona.” His eyes warmed when he chuckled, and his tone implied he’d been expecting me to ask as much.

Our banter dwindled until silence took over, sending my eyes veering back towards the forest and my thoughts to a certain slippery werewolf.

I’d been sorely tempted to mention my suspicion regarding Lars’s boots, but Asher was already putting out a pack-wide memo. Soon every werewolf on our land would be on the lookout for Lars, which meant there was no need to turn it into a manhunt. Still, I had to tell him eventually…I just needed more time.

I tried to think of where Lars might’ve gone but came up with nothing. The most I could do was scour the woods and search for his illusive friend, which I was considering when another thought popped into my head.

Cassidy…she’s going on a date with him.

Even though I made the mental note to talk with her after training, it didn’t ease the dark cloud that loomed over my head for the remainder of the day.

I found a small privately owned practice that had an abundance of positive reviews. Mind-linking

over time, but I was still a non-believer. A girl could only handle so many horrified shrieks. The worst of it is when they’re in private and in their shock unwillingly send me mental images of things I definitely

Located in an off-white colonial house whose cobalt blue shutters were a cheerful beacon from halfway down

one had to turn down

words as she flailed her hands dramatically to get her point

therapist said soothingly and guided the trembling

encouraging smile when she waved and stumbled over a ‘hello.’ Well, I assumed that’s what it was since she couldn’t exactly form the words. Her wailing continued once the door

the remaining therapists, a dark-haired male whose wire rimmed glasses made him look shrewd and analyzing, seemed more than willing to drop a client or two for the Luna’s younger sister. I might’ve hired him off his resume alone if it weren’t for the onyx shade of his hair

send me tumbling backwards through time, back to that b****y battlefield, then I wondered what

who introduced herself as Dr. Mayfield. When she wasn’t at the local hospital acting as in-house psychiatrist,

been helping people heal for over a decade. I could see the full extent of her history written all over her face. It was tattooed within the fine lines around

experiences, but I’ve found that no matter how complex a situation is, it can always be deconstructed

understanding on her face that made me feel like Holly’s demons might not be

rushed to make it to training on time. Mason kept up his end of the deal, even if he did

before Breyona. Mason supplied the directions

this time around. Can’t say I miss getting my a*s kicked.” Mason’s cheeky grin revealed the dimples he tried hard to hide, the same

pulled into the parking space when I asked, “I nearly forgot–how’s

of guys on guard duty, it was Mason they said Clara would ask for. From what I

which is the only reason she keeps asking

Mason and I got out. The wavy strands of her hair were pulled into a high-pony tail and the work-out shorts she wore were low on

squealed, her eyes brightening like an oasis caught beneath the sun’s rays. “Can you tell none of my friends

what

in her hands. “Catch them in a fight and

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