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.

going to happen.” I shook

me. His eyes flickered from my own to the far wall, lingering on the clock for just a few moments. When his eyes met my

no harm to tell you now.” Tristan shrugged,

if he could hear the affect his

mastermind. Your Alpha suspected, and yet she remained alive. Such a

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

Tristan purred, “Until

connection between the two of us snapped like a thin sheet of glass, shattering to the floor as I awoke in bed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting hues of gold along the damp earth. Stray

some clothes, noting how calm Asher’s breathing sounded. The entire house was silent, and

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

nearly screamed as Luna Freya emerged from the dark dungeon tunnel. Surprise flooded her

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

letting out a breathless chuckle. “What

needed to check on 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

of Alpha wasn’t an easy

a moment I wondered why I had come

as the dark stain on Luna Freya’s jacket made itself known. Deep in color, shining under the poor basement lights. The

the location 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

shouted through the mind-link, ‘Asher, wake

It was clear from the

my ears. My

me leave this basement alive. From the look of primal determination on her face, I knew Asher would

watched as she failed to defend her left side. With a slim chance of survival, I lunged at her. A snarl of fury left her lips as

taste of her blood. 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 no longer feel the stinging pain as her claws raked into my flesh. Instead of pain,

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

Asher’s voice was a beacon that pulled me away, pulling my attention from Luna Freya’s

to pull my eyes from her frozen corpse. Her face was contorted in rage, her

force myself to meet Asher’s eyes, convinced this would change everything between us. How could he care for a monster? Would he even want me as a mate

me on 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 stomach. Luna Freya’s claws had slashed

wiped away 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.

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

fell short, sputtering out as I

blood?” Asher asked, cupping my chin as

the word, “When I taste it, I

the bottom of my shirt off