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.”

expression Mason rarely wore. Breyona and Mason had the same strange light flickering in their eyes, a sort of

up for this?” I grimaced, my heart racing in my

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 was about getting

be alright, I promise.” Mason grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have

always talk to me y’know.” I frowned, a pang of

two closest friends. I hadn’t a clue how

his hands. His hazel eyes were sad as they met my own, a sense of

over nineteen, but he had never mentioned a mate before. I figured he would tell me when he felt the need, not wanting to push before I truly got to know the

her left me for d**d.”

in on what Mason was telling

human men could have nearly k****d a werewolf. As if he

thought she might’ve had a boyfriend, and the guy got pissed at me, but it was so much worse.” Mason frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I wasn’t sure until I saw the mark on your

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

Mason’s voice held strong, but was intertwined with

mate was more than just a simple breakup. The loss of your mate signified the loss of part of your soul.

him, what would be my next move? I couldn’t go back to Alpha Asher and pretend nothing had changed. If Tristan was truly my mate, that meant Alpha Asher had a mate out in the world. I would never be able to forgive myself if I took Alpha Asher

Maya murmured, ‘No use in tormenting yourself over it, there’s nothing you can do until

of wisdom.’ I muttered, letting out

Mason sighed, the fog clearing from his eyes. “It’s hard, but some days aren’t so bad. Sometimes something good can

chest. His hazel eyes flickered with some hidden emotion, one that prompted Mason to drape his arm over the back of the