Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 225

Chapter 225

“She made you kill my brother, Asher. How can you not want this?” I whispered; my hands flush against his broad chest.

My voice was back to normal, but the sickly veins of darkness crawling up my fingers remained. They’d gotten further this time around, creeping past my knuckles and onto the tops of my hands.

The Shadows were silent, bloated on Rowena’s blood.

There were no whispers of fixing this because this time, the damage was irreversible.

Sprawled out in the dirt, covered in her own blood, Rowena muttered, “I didn’t make him do anything.”

Asher’s neck cracked as he craned his head to look down at her, a ripple of pure malice wracking his body and vibrating down the mate- bond. It wasn’t just me whose sanity was hanging by a frayed thread, but Asher too.

“Believe me, I want her dead and I want her to suffer first, but not at the cost of my mate. Look at your hands, Lola. Look at yourself.” Asher said in a low voice, one laced with caution.

I kept my eyes locked on his face, even as I shook my head defiantly. There was no turning back this time. I knew that, and everyone else needed to as well.

“No, none of that matters. I don’t matter.

This is the least I can do, Asher. For you, for Sean, for every person in this pack that I failed. What kind of Luna am I if I don’t do this?” I said through clenched teeth, begging him to understand whilst fighting back tears.

The pain was too much, squeezing my heart and robbing my lungs of oxygen. The song the darkness in my veins sang grew louder. It was a melody of temptation and promise, one that spoke to the blackest parts of my soul until my fingers twitched with the urge to finish what I’d started.

Asher’s stare was locked on my face, his skin pale as he scoured my eyes feverishly. The fear in his expression made me wonder if he’d seen something flash in my eyes, or if he’d felt the darkness currently poisoning my soul.

His large, calloused hands found my face.

They cradled my cheeks like I was the most precious, fragile thing he’d ever seen.

Asher urged, his voice dangerously calm. “None of this is your

role in this mess while also condemning himself. Well, I refused to have it. He needed to know how I felt,

Sean’s death, but not because it had been

either, Asher.” I blinked up at him, seeing the refusal in his eyes as clearly

not once left my face, a long look before nodding down at Rowena. Her scarlet hair was matted with blood, sprawled out in the dirt where

one of the cells.” Asher commanded,

his eyes from me to Rowena, a dark smile toying at the corners of his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Rowena off of the ground and slung

his shoulder slammed into her stomach, her face contorting in pain. I didn’t bother hiding how much I

Zeke, then to the witch practically clinging to

cell too?” Asher asked, and much to my surprise the question was

so. Anyone with half a brain could see the shadows on Asher’s face, darkening around his eyes

all

she could’ve joined Rowena or helped her attack me. She did neither, and

to the two of them, I noticed

an eye on her.” Zeke

the same emerald tint as Rowena’s, only Tessa’s wasn’t as vibrant. Hers was laced with brown, rich, and deep, like the earth had given up a piece

thought crossed my mind, one I hadn’t paid much attention to considering I was practically frothing at the mouth at

the damage is, but are you sure it’s a good idea to bring Rowena

have some men clearing the mess out and removing the bodies.” His voice was tight with pain,

said, wanting more than anything to be

his head, as I knew he would. “No magic, Lola.

my veins, boiling the blood that flowed through them until it blackened, took

permission,’ it

spiking in my jaw from how hard I clenched it. “But I’m still helping.”

to the prison where Tristan was waiting with a

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