Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 179

There was an itch I needed to scratch, a burning curiosity I needed resolved before I could give him what he wanted.

“How do you know about my magic? As far as I know, it’s passed down through my...my grandmother, but it was kept a secret for the most part.” I grimaced.

“It was kept a secret because my father despised witches and their magic. My brother, on the other hand, saw only power. Unfortunately for him, our mother died before he ever got the chance to use her in his plans.” Deacon replied, then let out a snarl. “ I’ve been more than accommodating considering I haven’t had you killed on the spot. I won’t tell you again, niece or no. What do you know about Bridgette?”

I’d never been a cruel type of person, nor was I someone who lorded information over another person’s head, but there was something about Deacon that provoked that side of me. Perhaps, it was his attitude and the way everything he said felt like a challenge, but I couldn’t help but feel that a Queen — his Queen, wouldn’t take kindly to someone telling her what to do.

‘Neither would a Luna.’ Maya grumbled, her hackles rising. T say stick it to him.’

I wanted to, but I had to keep my wits. Asserting myself as his Queen was a must, but I couldn’t threaten him, his mate, or any other Vampire in the process.

“From where I stand, neither one of us have any room to be making demands of the other. I have no intentions on harming Bridgette, just like you won’t harm Tristan and me. Next time you think to demand something from me, remember that I am your Queen. You might’ve been banished when your brother was in rule, but not anymore.”

back and laughed, but it wasn’t a sound

decapitated my brother—your father. Believe me, I’m not complaining, but you’re no Queen. You chose

ground and

there are Vampire’s in this world, there is and always will be a Kingdom. I can feel it in my blood, in every single Vampire that chooses to follow me. This mentality that there are sides to pick is what will get all of you killed, it’s what pits all three of the supernatural beings in this world against one another. What I want is to end that, once and for all. No more sides, no more forcing witches

across Deacon’s face, I was sure he was going to belt out some vicious retort, but

since becoming Queen, and you have to admit, it’s more than her father has

Deacon’s retort in its tracks, giving

—the Blood Witch, who was animating a dead body of a werewolf I knew. They attacked, and I fought using my magic, but I did not fatally harm any of them. It was the Blood Witch that killed them, all of them except for Bridgette. She slit their throats and left them for dead. A witch in my pack was able to heal Bridgette before

that made goosebumps pebble along my skin. After a few long seconds of silence, listening to the large ceiling fans sway and creak, Dina

just wanted to talk, but I figured anyone who wants to ‘just talk’ isn’t willin’ to murder innocent people in the process, you know?” Dina frowned, “Deacon was at an old supermarket in town, hiding out until the sun set. He was getting us all some food before some of the other Vampire’s started killin’ humans, so he missed the witches

the witches’ poisonous plans, so I told them all to scatter. Seeing that they trusted me, the witches decided to pitch their grand plan to Bridgette, Dina, and 1.1 heard them out, then promptly told them to fuck off. Guess Bridgette connected with something they said, because when I and a few others went for a food run, she was

stopped by Tristan’s steadying

“Their plan—what was it?”

anything, I needed to know why these witches wanted me so badly, why they were willing to kill random werewolves in the pack and stage