Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 188

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Really?” I scoffed, staring open-mouthed at Asher through the glass of the holding cell he was in. “Is this necessary?”

Asher paced back and forth, his head snapping in my direction whenever I spoke. His eyes were still that violent shade of gold, telling me his wolf was still in charge and very much feral.

The holding cell he sat in was a part of the newer renovations Asher had orchestrated. There were dozens of these cubby-like rooms, each one with a cot and a small table, reinforced with military grade equipment to keep the prisoners contained.

I bet Asher never thought he’d land himself in one.

Both men standing before me were grim, their lips pursed, and eyes cloaked in shadows. I was used to seeing that particular expression on Brandon, but not Zeke. Neither one appeared too happy about how things played out, but I needed to keep the conversation going. If I didn’t, I’d start thinking about what they barged in on and have no choice but to drown in embarrassment.

 

Brandon spoke first, snorting dryly at me before glancing Asher’s way. In between the brothers was a two-way mirror, not that the wall of glass kept us from hearing one another.

“You might’ve been enjoying yourself, but I promise, it’s necessary.” He said, not reacting in the slightest when his older brother snarled and pounded on the glass.

Zeke grimaced, “Don’t provoke him, and quit being a jealous dick.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t provoke him. I’d hate for him to break out of here and kill another Alpha. Seeing as you’re the only one close by, I’d watch out if I were you.” Brandon replied, a brittle smile playing across his face.

Instantly, my stomach began to plummet at his words and what they insinuated. Zeke, on the other hand, was unfazed and even rolled his eyes at Brandon.

“Explain.” I demanded, my eyes darting between the two of them. When neither answered and Brandon’s expression twisted into a smirk, I snapped. “Now.”

“Mason’s witchy friend-” Brandon began, only to get cut off by Zeke.

“Clara.” He interjected.

sighed loudly,

one of the towns the other witches were staying in. The place was deserted, but we ran into a few friends

usual. He propped himself up on the edge of the table we hovered around, running a hand through his already messy hair. After a long, drawn-out yawn, he

unease filling every facet of his once warm voice. “Alpha Bran challenged Asher. I think he could sense that something was off about him, that he was on edge from everything

surprise. He didn’t.” Brandon snorted, but

something back, and that something was currently twisting my stomach into knots. What

challenged another,

the two of them

was written across every tense line on their faces, mapped out within the thinness of their lips and in the way their eyebrows furrowed. For once, Brandon didn’t look the least bit jealous of

new Alpha.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm when he

he’s going to be here awhile. Why don’t you head back and get some rest? You look like you’re about to

room to talk about anyone looking exhausted. When’s the last time you slept?” I asked him, taking in the dark circles around his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His usual charm

grunted, “Hard to sleep when you’re chasing a rabid Alpha through the

the two of them, again getting that feeling that there was something they were

the others.” Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When Asher went… feral, we had no choice but

know that none of us are going to manage any sleep until we figure out why my brother went fucking psycho.” Brandon rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall

glared at Asher’s younger, more disgruntled clone as he

to know he cares.” I

me, I’m just as

yet we weren’t any closer to solving them than we had been months ago. The more I thought about it, I began to realize there was something in our possession that

out and grab a few things. Anything you want me to

out, “Coffee, lots and lots of

text on the Renaldi line in my hands, instantly I knew something had changed. Zeke was sitting at the observation table, his hands clasped behind his head as he scowled at the two-way

the cups of coffee onto the

cot, his back against the wall and his head turned towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed, yet somehow I knew that

his eyes snapped open. They found me through the layers of glass and stone, once again their warm shade of honey and chestnut. There was a spasm in my chest, a tugging of sorts that pulled me

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