Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 134

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 134 – “You sure they’ll be alright together? Mason’s a good guy, but even he can take so much.” I said, staring out the car window at the three of them.

Brandon had a sly smirk on his face as he placed his hand on Clara’s lower back, leading her into the lobby of the Crescent Inn. Mason walked on the other side of Clara and stepped forward to intervene when she turned and punched Brandon in the gut. She gave him a few choice words before standing next to Mason, as far away from Brandon as she could get.

“C**k-blocking Brandon will bring him some joy.” Zeke chuckled from where he sat in the back seat. “Seriously though, he knows about Clara’s witchy powers enough to stay out of her grasp. He’ll be alright.”

“I hope so.” I sighed, “I’ve been through enough for one night and the night’s not even over yet.”

I had no idea what to expect walking into Claire and Killian’s house. If Flora were still there would she be angry with dad or reject him on the spot? Was there some part of her that even cared about finding a mate after everything she’d lost? And dad…I didn’t want t o think about how he felt, about what must’ve gone through his head when the bond snapped into place.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the tension that coated the walls and floor, which made every soft-spoken word echo as though it had been shouted across the room. I hesitated in the doorway before stepping inside, using the feel of Asher’s hand on my lower back as encouragement.

The first thing I noticed was the petite blonde woman sitting on the sectional beside Claire, a cup of tea resting in her hands. Next was Sean, who sat on a barstool by the kitchen island, his eyes wide as he watched Dad and Flora without a hint of shame. Dad sat on the end seat, angled towards the football game on the screen as he tried, and failed not to gawk at her. He took his chance to look when Asher and I walked in.

Flora’s face was tinted a rosy shade of pink as she looked our way, confusion and just a hint of fear rounding out her almond shaped eyes. She startled slightly when grandma came gliding into the living room with plates stacked in her hands.

It was impossible to feel anxious or unwelcome around grandma. My point was proven when Flora’s shoulders relaxed, and her lips curved up ever so slightly. That whisper of a smile made the corners of her eyes crease, and I knew just by looking that a real smile from her would light up her face and transform it completely.

Plates of scones lined up by flavor, macarons stacked in neat circles, and fruit tartlets covered the table. Nestled within the free spaces were small teacups of sugar cubes and cream. This would’ve been normal for grandma if it hadn’t been almost four in the morning, which was why Sean was the only one helping himself.

“How’s your tea, dear?” Would you like some more?” Grandma smiled down at her, holding out the glass teapot in her hands.

“Actually, I would. It’s very good.” Flora’s voice was soft and feminine, like the gentle breeze that provided a few seconds of relief from the early summer heat.

beat her to it. I ditched the disapproving expression I’d been

She uh…she makes it herself.” He stammered,

spoke. There was something ‘d always find endearing about watching werewolves born and bred

it too?” She asked him, her grip on the teacup tightening as she brought it to

color across her high cheekbones deepened when dad’s lips parted but no response came

better.” Grandma smiled proudly, shaking her head at dad when Flora looked downward to

do that.” Flora said softly, tucking a wavy strand

longing, and disbelief. I had seen each of those emotions on dad’s face at one point or another, but

grumbled, heading through

you-you can get taking these desserts to the basement. If any of them melt, you’ll be helping me remake them. Got it?” Grandma said, lifting an eyebrow at Sean who was working on his

of room.” Claire and Grandma smiled at one another

gotta quit stress baking, grandma.” Sean shook his

up from the surface of her milky tea, past the curls of steam that

took a seat on the couch just a few feet away. “…before I was attacked, your father was Alpha. You

for coming out here on such short notice, especially

continuing. The psychologist told me to take it slow, but I can’t stand not knowing. I’m sure you have questions…and I’ll try to answer them if you tell me how I

hadn’t been there to stop her.” I explained, “the one

looked like. It’s all I’d see in my dreams. The witch that saved your life…is she a

to think so.” I

did she…did she k**l the witch?” Her voice dropped to a

Flora let out a great sigh of

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