Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 65 – We went over the plan a couple more times in the car. The silent whoosh from the highway lulled me, almost making me tired. While my eyes grew heavy, my nerves were shot.

There was too much riding on our success tonight, especially on such short notice. Alpha Asher sat behind the wheel of the dark SUV we were driving. I sat in the far back wedged between Breyona and Mason. Carter and Wade sat in the middle seats, separated by a thick console.

“We’re all going in separately. Lola stick by my side, Breyona and Mason stay together, Carter and Wade watch each other’s backs.” Alpha Asher grunted from the front seat.

“Won’t they know who you are?” Breyona frowned, giving Alpha Asher a wary glance.

I locked eyes with Alpha Asher through the rearview mirror, a strange sense of determination filling his honey eyes. I knew Alpha Asher was here for my benefit. Typically, he would send a group of his men and stay behind. Alpha Asher was taking a risk leaving his pack, a risk that hadn’t gone unnoticed. Beta Devin and Alpha Zeke stayed behind to monitor the pack, to ensure no one noticed Alpha Asher’s absence. I’m sure Beta Devin and Alpha Zeke also stayed behind to keep a close eye on Alpha Bran, who had spent the past day pouting over his loss.

“I’ll cover my scent. Most of them haven’t seen my face. That’ll have to be enough.” Alpha Asher frowned; his light eyes locked on my own. “Lola and I will head to the back where the fight take’s place. Breyona and Mason stay in the club, keep a close eye on everything. Carter and Wade, circle the building then head back to the front. Make sure the car’s ready.”

“What city did you say we were going to?” Mason frowned, shifting uncomfortably in the backseat.

“I didn’t say.” Alpha Asher sighed, running a hand through his dark tousled hair. “We’re going to Atlanta.”

Mason’s body went rigid, growing uncomfortably still in the seat beside me. His discomfort was written on his face, his eyes filling with a foreign emotion.

“Are you alright?” I murmured lowly, a gentle hand tugging on Mason’s sleeve.

“Yeah.” Mason cleared his throat, his face looking unseasonably pale. “I used to live in Atlanta, before we moved back.”

flickering in their eyes, a sort of wary hopefulness they couldn’t shed. Not wanting to ask in a car full of people, I made the silent

up for this?” I grimaced, my heart racing

I needed to know before we walked into Vampire territory. Any hesitation, any reluctance could cost me Sean. At this point, it wasn’t about me and how I felt. This wasn’t about my conflicting heritage or my strange connection to Tristan. This

I promise.” Mason grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have a lot of memories of Atlanta, not all

I frowned, a pang of guilt rolling about in

a clue how Breyona and her mate were fairing, especially after hearing how her mate wasn’t accepting of who we

burning into the palms of his hands. His hazel eyes were sad as they met my own, a sense of sorrow I had never experience lingered in their depths. “I met

he had never mentioned a mate before. I figured he would tell me

guys with her left me for d**d.” Mason murmured, his eyes that were usually

clearly trying not to listen in on what Mason was telling me. Mason didn’t seem to care, if he even

mere human men could have nearly k****d

guy got pissed at me, but it was so much worse.” Mason frowned, shaking

down in a frown, wondering what my mark had to do with Mason’s mate. Something inside my heart tugged at the mention of Tristan, but I shoved the irritating

with such sadness. “They both had identical marks on their shoulder, just

more than just a simple breakup. The loss of your mate signified the loss of part of your soul. Happiness could still be found, but the person would live a half-life,

my mind; one I had been trying to avoid. If Tristan were my mate, what would I do? Would I have the strength to resist the mate bond? If I were able to reject him, what would be my next move? I couldn’t go back to Alpha

murmured, ‘No use in tormenting yourself over it, there’s

of wisdom.’ I muttered, letting out a nervous

some days aren’t so bad. Sometimes something good can come from

one of his lopsided smiles, a strange emotion surging through my chest. His hazel eyes flickered with some hidden emotion, one that prompted Mason to drape his arm over