Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 81 – I laid awake until Asher’s breathing grew heavy, slowing as he fell asleep. With his arms wrapped around me, and the heat from his body warming my bones, I closed my eyes and thought of Tristan.

It was harder than I expected, tapping into that sliver of myself, the part of me that longed for Tristan. Hour after hour passed as I stared at the backs of my eyelids, until a tugging sensation formed in my gut.

Instead of fighting the intrusive feeling, I allowed myself to be pulled away. The world around me faded into black until my surroundings changed completely. This room was different from the one I had previously met Tristan in. The walls were b**e, rough as if the room itself were carved from stone. A plush bed sat in the middle of the room, large enough for four people to sleep comfortably. A Persian rug sat across the tiled floor, golden whorls and shapes glittered on its surface. Across the room sat a gilded fireplace, the edges were etched in gold, reflecting light as the fire within blazed merrily. In front of the fireplace sat a long couch, deep maroon in color. As my eyes wandered over every feature of the room, I nearly missed the figure sitting on the couch.

I circled around the couch and faced Tristan. His blonde hair looked gold as it attracted light from the blazing fire. His hands were clasped tightly, anger burning in his gaze as he stared into the hungry flames. I watched in silence as he noticed me, the anger replaced itself with amused interest.

“Well, hello beautiful.” Tristan purred, leaning back on the couch as his eyes roamed me lazily.

I ignored the tingling of my scarlet mark and gave Tristan a hard look. I could still see the remnants of anger burning in his eyes, though he tried to conceal it with a sly grin.

“Rough night?” I asked, my eyes probing the depths of his own. Tristan hid his irritation skillfully, a look of mock offense forming on his face.

“Clearly.” He scoffed, but continued eyeing up my b**e legs. “Though, you could drastically change that.”

“Don’t count on it.” I snorted, “Does it hurt? To know one of your own betrayed you for the love of a she-wolf.”

“Hurt?” Tristan mused; his eyebrow cocked. “It does not hurt. Is it a horrible inconvenience? Yes. Regardless, Giovanni will be dealt with in time.”

“If you say so.” I shrugged, schooling my face into a mask of indifference. “Giovanni’s loyalty will be useful. I can’t wait to hear what he knows.”

“My dear, you believe you are the only ones who have spies?” The corners of Tristan’s lips twitched, his eyes playful and amused.

“Really?” I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “I highly doubt your spies would get past Alpha Asher for long.”

“You think too highly of your Alpha.” Tristan chuckled, his ocean eyes burning into my own. “Though, I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

“Is Brittany one of those spies?” I mused, paying close attention to the emotion burning in his eyes.

Whether Tristan had anticipated my question or not, his eyes revealed nothing. His lips twitched into a smile, one that sent irritation flooding my veins.

“Brittany?” Tristan smirked, “The mate of your prior boyfriend?”

“You know who I’m talking about.” I rolled my eyes, his smirk widening. “Is she a spy?”

“And why should I give you anything, beautiful?” Tristan asked, “You have given me nothing in return.”

“What do you want?” I asked, my eyebrow raised as I anticipated his response.

“You.” Tristan shrugged, flashing me a predatory grin.

that’s not going to happen.”

me. His eyes flickered from my own to the far

would do no harm to tell you now.” Tristan shrugged, “By the time you wake up, it will

I asked, wondering if he could hear the affect his words had

“She is quite the mastermind. Your Alpha suspected, and yet she remained alive. Such a shame, the consequences won’t

my skin like shards of glass. Tyler could have avoided all of this and told me himself, but he continued playing games. I wasn’t sure what Tristan meant when he

Tristan purred, “Until we

I awoke in bed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting hues of gold

myself from bed and quietly slipped on some clothes, noting how calm Asher’s breathing sounded. The entire house was silent, and I saw no point in needlessly waking Asher

dark and eerie the house felt at night. I headed down to the basement, feeling the overwhelming need to

it down to the basement, I nearly screamed as Luna Freya emerged from the dark dungeon tunnel.

nearly gave me a heart a****k.” Luna Freya exhaled sharply, humor dancing

nodded, letting out a breathless chuckle. “What are you

Brittany.” Luna Freya frowned; concern etched onto her face. “I understand Alpha Asher is suspicious after the a****k last night, and I allowed him to–question her, but I needed to

answers from Brittany, though I couldn’t blame him. Holding the title of Alpha wasn’t an easy job, especially when you looked over the largest pack

I had come down here in the first

words caught in my throat as the dark stain on Luna Freya’s jacket made itself known. Deep in color, shining under the poor basement

of my gaze. Something dark and feral crossed her eyes, and without hesitation,

stack of boxes. I grunted as something hard slammed into my head, but remained focused on Luna Freya. I steadied myself as the boxes crashed

the

side with seconds to spare. Warm blood seeped into my t-shirt, but I couldn’t waste the time to assess the damage. It was clear from the way Luna

the roaring in my ears. My head throbbed in time to

but I knew she wouldn’t let me leave this basement alive. From

side. With a slim chance of survival, I lunged at her. A snarl

Rich and decadent like dark chocolate, I struggled to pull myself from her body. Her claws scraped at my skin, but my grip on her was iron clad. I could

wanted to be repulsed, but everything within me praised the blood. It ignited my cells, shocking my nerve endings as I became bloated with strength. Maya remained silent, speechless as she watched the other side of me make itself known. As much as Maya wanted to be angry,

Asher’s voice was a beacon that pulled me away, pulling my

corpse. Her face was contorted in rage, her claws still lengthened. Her blood coated my mouth, and I resisted the animalistic urge

How could he care for

my feet. My legs felt like jelly, but remained strong from the blood I had consumed. Asher’s hands toyed at the shredded shirt I wore, peeling it back to look at

my blood with part of the shirt, running his fingers over my stomach slowly. Instead of a wound, there were three raised lines, thick and jagged. The

you healed from the stab wound.” Asher spoke, though his voice held no animosity. I dared to look into his eyes, flinching

My voice fell short, sputtering out as I realized

out you craved blood?” Asher asked, cupping my chin as he forced me to stare into

I winced at the word, “When I taste it, I like it. I’m not some walking

off and using it to wipe the blood