Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 226

A snarl tore through my chest and if it weren’t for Asher’s hand on my lower back, his warmth pouring into my icy skin, I would’ve dug my fingers into her eye sockets.

Instead of having the wits to be afraid, Rowena laughed.

“No, you’re right. She’s too close to all of this. It would be much too obvious. Mm, perhaps it’s someone in the background, someone you never would’ve noticed lurking about. What about that half- breed sister of yours, Holly? She and I did spend quite a lot of time together.” She teased, flashing blood-stained teeth when Tristan let out a snarl of his own.

There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d actually believe her, not with how enthusiastically she’s pointing fingers. She could cry witch all she wanted, but I trusted the people closest to me, my half-sister included.

Rowena began to laugh harder, and the sound of it gradually shifted from confident and poised, to a cackle that bordered on unhinged.

“Oh, there’s so many possibilities, but let’s not limit the suspects to only women. My sister in crime is powerful enough to take on the form of either gender, though not for too long.”

Asher’s hand tensed along my back, as did the rest of his body. It was my turn to reign him in, even though the sickly song in my veins told me to do the opposite.

He towered over her and snarled, “Her name. Tell us her fucking name.”

Rowena yawned, making a show of opening her mouth and fluttering her eyes like we were the ones boring her.

“No, I don’t think I will.” She mused. ”

Ask me something else. You’re oozing testosterone and it’s making me sleepy.”

“Why Sean? Why him of all people?”

At first, I didn’t recognize the voice that spoke. I didn’t feel the words as they left my lips, but that was most likely because

they were encased in layers of ice- dropping the temperature of the room by a few degrees.

warm breath coming out as a puff of white smoke.

sculpted eyebrow at me. Goosebumps prickled along her bare arms, filling me with the smallest hint of pleasure.

the poetry in that? No, darling. If it wasn’t for your mate’s commendable willpower, your friend over there,” Her eyes flickered over to Breyona. “…and the other one, would

I inched closer to Asher, all but curling into him to keep

were your first

her voice

it wasn’t me controlling them, but Breyona. The shadow creeping

Rowena sighed heavily, like a teenage girl speaking about the boy she loved. Quickly, her expression soured, and blood-crusted lips twisted into a sneer. Her eyes, which now looked like sewage rather than fragmented emeralds, latched onto my face. “You had to go and ruin that by turning Breyona here into some shadow monster. Freya wasn’t happy

follow that bitch.” Breyona snarled, eyes

flattered to be one of the last werewolves in existence. I

seemed to seep from her pores. If one of us didn’t act soon, Breyona would surely shift

take a breather.” I turned to Breyona, urging her

“That’s right. Go on,

was overshadowed by the cell door swinging open and Giovanni stepping inside. She reacted to his touch immediately, her eyes fading back to their normal color and losing the shadowy tinge they were taking on. Once Breyona was out of the room and the cell door shut,

the other witches hiding out at? You have to

her eyes was enough proof to tell us she knew

subcategory of magic known as Illusion magic? It’s typically present in sigil, natural, and sometimes protection magics. Freya has a few witches with this affinity, though there’s one in particular that’s very skilled. She can make you see anything,

pulse of earth-shattering rage vibrated down the bond, warning me that Asher was seconds away from imploding and beginning the

I knew that if we started peeling off her flesh, what information she

I needed to see if she’d answer them first before

you to

him off of tearing into her quite

quickly thanks to Breyona’s wonderful, but very much dead, parents.” Rowena smirked, staring at the window that led into the observation room as though she knew Breyona

question, witch.” Asher growled, glowering down at her. “Fail to answer and I’ll happily let Lola tear into you. I’m not sure what she was doing back there, but I’d love to see the

veins bubbling excitedly, it’s sickening song picking up pace, whispering promises of power and

your blood-witch is doing to enslave Lola. How do we break it?” Asher inquired in a voice

from her brain after