Alpha Asher by Jane
Chapter 217
Chapter 217
It was all a blur up until the moment my feet. hit the polished tile floors of the towns Hospital.
Breyona steadying me as I screamed, the air melting from between my fingers, replaced with shadow and night, was vacant from my memory.
“Room 232…” A faceless woman in cheery, rainbow scrubs said to Breyona.
I blinked and we were down the hall. The second time and a set of elevator doors were closing, a third and we were in another hall, approaching an open doorway where the scents of my friends and family poured from within.
Every step we took was another chance to get ahold of myself, to control the ragged breaths that slid past my lips.
It wouldn’t have mattered. I wasn’t sure even Asher himself could put together the broken shards of my heart, not when I stepped into the room and saw her.
The woman on the hospital bed, frail and much too thin, couldn’t have been my grandma.
This couldn’t be the same woman that put her entire heart and soul into every pastry she baked to the point where she had the entire town hooked on her desserts. 1
Grandma’s face wasn’t this lumpy, this misshapen or speckled with black and blue splotches like deadly flowers blooming beneath the skin. This wasn’t the woman who would spend all morning baking, dancing to a tune only she could hear while the cottage filled with the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon and baked apples.
This had to be some kind of sick joke.
I told myself this over and over again, but her scent-the scent I’d memorized over the long year I’d lived with her, said otherwise.
The only solace, and the only thing keeping me together, was the steady beep from the heartrate monitor at her bedside.
I scanned the room to find Breyona, but instead spotted Mason, Clara, and Holly.
Clara was rubbing Mason’s back in slow, soothing circles, her grief-stricken eyes on where grandma laid in bed. Even the witch, who had somehow become a part of this pack, cared for grandma. Mason’s hazel eyes were bright with tears, the green specks so much brighter when he cried without abandon. His lips were moving, saying something, but I couldn’t make out the words. Holly was rigid, carved from stone as her attention darted back and forth between grandma and I, unable to settle on one thing.
Chris appeared in the doorway, charging over to grandma’s bedside, his mouth moving but nothing emerged.
I found Breyona standing off to the side, her hand against her lips to muffle the sobs that wracked her chest.
“Where is my dad?” I asked her.
“He’s downstairs…” She whispered, her voice teetering on the edge of a sob. “… identifying the body.”
Again, I blinked and was elsewhere, standing in a dimly lit hallway on the bottom floor of the Hospital. 2
The Morgue.
As the placards above the doors increased in number, I slowed my pace. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember which room Breyona said to go to, but it didn’t matter in the end.
There were windows along the walls that allowed you to see inside, and that was how I found my dad.
No one noticed when the door creaked open, and I stepped inside. Only Flora and the
Pathologist on duty registered my presence, but not my dad.
weight of his grief as he cried over the lifeless body of his son.
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brother, reduced to nothing
shroud of darkness was unlike
hadn’t tore a hole through
at the
fault. This is your fucking
might burst, but no one seems to register the sound. It’s then I realize the screaming is
up. The sight of him,
beacon of strength, a warrior even though his prime had long passed, was torn to absolute shreds. There was no strength in his
hard but it came
your fault. He knows. You’re not
wrenching sob, slamming his hand
arms around my father and held him-held the man who had slaughtered enemies, won wars, and lived to tell
reached out, aching to touch my big brother’s skin and see for myself. The truth was right in front of my face, but I couldn’t accept it-not until I grazed his cheek
was so cold, his skin
Sean
my fists so hard that
like Dad, if I started crying, I’d never
his head snapped up and
witch that did this. Promise me-promise me you will, Lola.” He said hoarsely.
beg for justice shattered the last tendrils of restraint keeping me together. The darkness-the grim determination mixed with heady magic flooding my
promised him, unable to say anything
my head on repeat, slashing and carving away at the bleeding hole
Dad doesn’t know.
know that
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There was no plan forming in my head, but one way or another I would find her and make her
attacked. I’m-I’m so sorry, Lola. Sean
you mean Sean didn’t make
I was looking for you, and when I stopped by your house and you weren’t there,
open. Sean was already…and your grandma, she was on the floor. Before she
it,
“Asher…it was Asher.”
after seeing his lifeless body for myself, I wished
the hospital room, nothing had changed. Well, except
was awake, her eyes open and scanning the room before finding me hovering in the doorway, pale as
great deal of my attention to understand the
I told you I was going to try a little magic to wake her up. I-I have some distant relatives
a try. I think I healed her a little bit…”
you, Clara.” My throat was dry and with every word I fought tears, but I hoped she
hair tinged with silver streaks and a face full of a lifetime of
Mason murmured; his eyes
sandy shore of a beach. I breathed him in, all the while steadying myself and fighting back the tears that begged
be time to cry, but only after I found the witch
Alpha Asher by Jane Chapter 217
Lola has always assumed that she and her boyfriend Alpha Tyler were mates. On Tyler's 18th birthday, her world fell apart. Heart broken, she ran away from her pack for an entire year. Alpha Asher Chapter 217 ... Tragedy forces Lola to return home, where she finds the infamous Alpha Asher in charge. This time, Lola might actually have a little bit of happiness. That is, until she finds out who her life partner really is.
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