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,

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

much more fed up with Brandon than usual. He propped himself up on the edge of the table we hovered around, running a hand through his

and some of his men. They’d been circling the town the witches had stayed in, almost like they were keeping it safe for their return.” He grimaced, 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 the sound had an

was currently twisting my stomach into knots. What was even

challenged another,

the

was written across every tense line on their faces, mapped out within the thinness of their lips and in the way their

voice was dripping with sarcasm when he

get some rest? You look like you’re about to fall over.” Zeke said kindly, ignoring

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 was nowhere to

sleep when you’re chasing a rabid Alpha through the forest for seven

two of them, again getting that feeling that there was something

the others.” Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When Asher went… feral, we had no choice but to follow. She won’t be here for another couple hours, so try and catch some sleep

out why my brother went fucking psycho.” Brandon rolled

glared at Asher’s younger, more disgruntled clone as

to know he cares.”

“Trust me, I’m just as confused as you

I thought about it, I began to realize there was something in our possession that could help. It wouldn’t solve all our problems, but it might shed some light on a few. I’d been waiting for Asher

grab a few things. Anything you want me to bring

out, “Coffee, lots and lots of

a half later, the old 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

book and the cups of coffee onto the

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

honey and chestnut. There was a spasm in my chest, a tugging of sorts that pulled me in his direction. Had it really been days since I’d last seen

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