Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 189

I softened my voice, knowing he’d hate it, but it was all I could think to do.

“You scared me for a minute there. When you came into the bedroom, you weren’t yourself. It was like your wolf had taken over, but there was something wrong with him. I know he’d never, ever hurt me, but this was different. You were both different.” I explained, glancing at the two-way mirror where I knew Zeke was currently watching.

Asher went still, his muscles growing taut where he sat against the wall. He closed his eyes and turned his face away from me.

“I forced myself onto you, didn’t I?” His voice dipped low, laced with rage and disgust.

“No, not exactly.” I shook my head, placing my hand on his arm.

With his lip curling, he pulled away from my touch. I tried not to let it get to me, but rejection stung in my heart like a shard of glass. Anger had me reaction, along with frustration for everything we’d been through. There was no way in hell I’d let him beat himself up over this. This, of all the things we’d endured together, would not be what caused us to drift apart.

Snarling softly, I pushed off the cot and slid onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feel of his solid form, a wall of muscle against my soft skin, lit my insides and filled me with a comforting warmth. It took concentration not to let my mind stray to the fact that he was naked, or that he’d been the only one not to finish earlier.

“Look at me, Asher.” I demanded, placing my hand against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips. “There’s so much more to this than you know.”

He turned and looked at me, his eyes guarded and closed off in the way that I hated so much.

“Is there? I felt your fear, and I liked it. Zeke and Brandon had to pull me off of you, didn’t they?”

“The only time I was afraid was when I realized you were going to hurt me.” I retorted, my voice sharpening at the disgust that tinged his words. “You wanted death and blood, but somehow that changed, and you started wanting…something else. I only fought because when I looked down our bond, your wolf had completely taken over. Whatever caused it to take over also made it feral. When you started…doing things to me, I quickly stopped fighting.”

I had to force the last bit through gritted teeth, glaring at Asher as my face turned beet-red. He’d better not force me to elaborate any further, because if he needed me to spell it out for him, I’d definitely die of embarrassment. Just then, Zeke’s voice chimed in on the speakers, deepening my blush until I contemplated never leaving this cell.

“Trust me, man. You uh, you weren’t hurting her…” He said, chuckling lightly. “Brandon and I did have to pull you off to get you into the cell, which we only did because you’d gone feral and spent the last six hours as a wolf sprinting through the woods on a one-man mission to get back here. I think what’s more pressing is why this happened and what made you come all the way back here.”

Some of the ire faded from Asher’s eyes, but there was still a note of disbelief that lingered. I sighed quietly and opened my mind to him, replaying the events in my head from the moment he’d placed his hand over my mouth, up until his brother and best-friend barged into the bedroom.

Asher watched the memory to its conclusion, hearing every one of my thoughts and feeling the rush of sensations that overtook me. Trapped beneath me, I felt his cock stir and watched as his eyes darkened, swirling with flecks of glittering gold.

flowing through the mind-link. ‘I did force

startled a bit at the sound of his voice, clearing my throat

can revisit that

still swirling with gold, pinned me in place. His hands found my hips, squeezing gently before letting

to make my wolf go feral, we’ll have a long conversation

cell door slid open, and Zeke’s head appeared around the thick metal. His eyebrow was

as I no longer have to worry about my closest friend killing me, I

not sure that’s a

you’ll be alright. Nothing like this has happened before, which means if magic is involved, then it’s because of something recent. Once we figure

was silent. Seconds passed and just when I thought he’d refuse a second time,

doubt

head, “You screamed

a long story, but yeah.” I nodded, “Breyona actually came to the

she hours away

He was a bit reluctant to take it and leave the cell, but I knew that Zeke was right about this pack needing Asher. Together, the three of us sat at the metal observation table, the ancient book on my family line wedged between us

and I left the pack in search of the Vampire’s Bridgette had told us about. Leaving no stone unturned, I recounted everything,

conclusion of my story, Asher’s snarl split the

jaw clenched. Seeing the look of worry on Zeke and I’s faces, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s alright, I’m in control. The witch

“Don’t you have to make

head. “No, lately they’ve been following my commands. Honestly, I don’t think it has to do with my power as the Vampire Queen anymore. I think it’s the witch side of my family that’s allowing me to do

of me, with it’s leather-bound cover etched in solid gold that arced and swirled in a delicate looking pattern. The spine of the book had the same design and was free of any words that might allude to what’s inside. Asher’s hand

continued to weigh on him and provoke his protective nature, only now he had to swallow the fact that he himself had almost caused me harm. As terrifying as that still was, separating from each other would only make things worse, that

I turned it, the thick edges dipped

Asher murmured, tilting the book towards himself to read some of the names written down. “Celeste Renaldi, Tamara Renaldi, Anastasia Renaldi…they’re

goes back thousands of years. Look at that, this is from the 14th century. See how many of them died in Europe? Cause of death

at Zeke at the same time. Seeing the

can be smart and sexy.” He

but that he managed to coax a chuckle out of Asher, lessening the

history was a family tree. There were some dead ends where the names were scratched out or erased altogether, but that wasn’t what we were

flipping through another fifty pages of my