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.
shoulders quaked with the weight of his grief as he cried
Sean. 20
brother, reduced to nothing more than
it’s shroud of darkness was unlike anything I’d ever
tore a hole through my chest so large that already I could feel
look at him, at his pale skin. or at the massive gashes covering his body,
voice in my head screeched, ‘This is your fault. This is your
I
my dad’s head snap up. The sight
of strength, a warrior even though his prime had long passed, was torn to absolute shreds. There was no strength in his glossy eyes, no ferocity on his tear-stained face. Only age lines, grief, and a longing for vengeance
to speak, tried so hard but it came out as a
He knows. You’re not
but the words faded as he let out a gut- wrenching sob, slamming his hand on
slender woman who preferred flowery sundresses and dancing to whimsical music, wrapped her dainty arms around my father and held him-held the man who had slaughtered enemies, won wars, and lived to tell the
I reached out, aching to touch my big brother’s skin and see for myself. The truth was right in front of my face, but
cold, his skin stiff.
real. Sean was actually dead.
whispered, clenching my fists so hard that my muscles cramped and spasmed,
like Dad, if I started crying, I’d never stop.
and his eyes
Promise me-promise me you will, Lola.” He said hoarsely. “Promise me you’ll make them
magic flooding my body was a response to his
unable
head on repeat, slashing and carving away at the bleeding hole in my
Dad doesn’t know.
know that it was Asher.
killed Sean. 11
went back to visit my grandma one last time before hunting down the witch that attacked them. There was no plan forming in my head, but one way or another I would find her and make her pay. The entire walk, Breyona’s words back at the clearing replayed
your grandma, and Sean…they were attacked. I’m-I’m
you mean Sean didn’t
I stopped by your house and you weren’t there,
there, the front door was wide open. Sean was already…and your grandma, she was on the floor. Before she lost consciousness she told me who killed
was it,
“Asher…it was Asher.”
after seeing his lifeless body for myself, I wished she’d
hospital room, nothing had changed.
scanning the room before finding me hovering in the doorway, pale
took a great deal of my attention
heard me before…which is understandable, but I told you I was going to try a little magic to wake
give it a try. I think I healed
every word I fought tears, but I hoped she could pick up my sincerity.
see that the woman in the hospital bed was my grandma. She had the same long, flowing hair tinged with silver streaks and a face
going to step outside and let you talk.” Mason murmured; his eyes downcast. “If you need anything, just let
been calming, like a gentle wave cresting, crashing along the sandy shore
time to cry,
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.
Please follow the novel Alpha Asher by Jane Chapter 217 at Novelxo.com
Alpha Asher Lola Chapter 217