Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 199

When I came back inside the living room, nothing had changed. Zeke was still dancing with Breyona while Giovanni watched with a mixture of irritation and adoration on his face. Tristan continued to glance at Holly, who was curled up on the couch watching the two dance with blush-stained cheeks. Clara and Mason looked like they wanted to join in, while Cassidy laughed at Kendrick’s terrible moves.

Only Asher noticed me come back in, his dark stare soft as it turned to my face. There must’ve been something—some fragment of truth in my expression because his eyebrows slid into a grimace and his jaw tightened.

“What is it?” He asked, coming to my side.

I held the papers in my grasp, still trying to process what the h**l I’d just read. The envelope with Breyona’s name on the front sat at the very top, another hole in my heart because I knew this letter would dampen her mood. It was from her parents, a last farewell to their only daughter before they were m******d.

The single envelope felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Every head in the room turned to Asher and I, hearing the question he’d asked me and seeing the truth on my face. Tristan was at my side in an instant, followed by Breyona. Giovanni hovered at her back protectively, as though he could shield her from whatever had gone wrong.

“The neighbor just brought this over. Apparently, it was delivered to the wrong house.” I said, my voice low and eyes darting up to meet Breyona’s. “It’s from your parents.”

My best-friend s****d in a sharp breath, her large brown eyes instantly watering. They scanned the papers in my hands, latching onto the envelope that stood out against the tanned pages that had been torn from the book on my family’s history.

“Is that…is that for me?” Her voice trembled as she asked.

I swallowed the knot in my throat. “They left it for you…incase they didn’t make it.”

Her lower lip began to tremble, and she brought her hand up to hide it just as Giovanni pulled her into his arms. I looked up at the Vampire that towered over her, that protected her with the same fervor he protected me with.

“Take her to my bedroom or one of the spares. I’m sure she doesn’t want an audience.” I murmured, handing him the envelope with pain clutching my heart.

Zeke, who had been hovering on the outskirts, cocked his head. “Those papers are from the book, aren’t they? What do they say?”

didn’t trust everyone else in the room, but my insides were so shaken that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to utter the words around this

attention. He had his arm around Clara’s shoulder, but his words weren’t just directed

of those leftovers you got stashed away? I’m starved.” He said, rubbing his toned stomach. There was a knowing look on his face, but it was laced with sympathy

her eyelashes at Mason, making him smile. “You’re always hungry, but I could

room. “I second that. Plus there’s never

ahead and dig in.” I said, forcing

the kitchen with Cassidy and Kendrick following closely behind. The blonde in charge of hosting tonight’s sleepover had a concerned look on her face, and clear reluctance in her eyes

tapping it gently to get his

use another blood bag.” She whispered, her eyes flickering over the rest

nodded, something in the depths of his icy gaze thawing as he looked down at my half-sister. “Giovanni put them in the

out of the living room, leaving only Asher, Zeke, Tristan, and myself, I knelt down in front of the coffee table and spread the papers out for them to

them across the page. The frayed edges only proved further that

that was attached to the front,

witches are the ones that k****d them, so it stands they most likely had the pages to begin with. We need

skin that come up from

the Goddess that they don’t.” I whispered, staring

they traversed each page with rapt interest. He slid a hand down his face, which had paled considerably. “F**k, this is

had been silent this entire time, pinched the bridge of his

“Can someone explain?”

taken that moment to poke fun at Asher. He would’ve gotten into him for being too impatient and high-strung to read. The stoic

of warmth and friendliness, and

want to, or should

croaked, not trusting my

effects the witch experiences are dependent on where the power comes from. It goes on to describe these two different planes of existence. They’re kind of like Heaven and H**l, only think of them as dark and light. There’s no way to travel to these planes, but they’re the sources of magic that all witches pull from. Even the evil ones pull from light without knowing it since the dark plane is so hard to access. There are some in history that have accessed the dark plane, but only in small amounts. Conjuration acts like a key to both planes, and lets the witch pull from them freely…drawing as

held a hint of confusion. “How is

part yet.” I