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.

out as a puff

prickled along her bare arms, filling me with

they? Where is 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

that I inched closer to Asher, all but curling into

and I were your

her voice pitched low.

once, it wasn’t me controlling them, but

followed by her brother, sacrificed in the name of ultimate power.” 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.

never follow that bitch.” Breyona snarled,

I think you’ll be quite flattered to be one of the last werewolves in existence. I know I

twitched onto her face when Breyona began to shake, her entire form rippling as pure shadow seemed to seep from her pores.

a breather.” I turned to Breyona, urging her with my eyes

“That’s right. Go

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, I turned

hiding out at? You have to have a base somewhere.” 1

with a smirk. The smug light in her eyes was enough proof to tell us she knew exactly where the witches were hiding.

a 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, believe you’re somewhere a thousand miles away when really, you’re standing in your own back yard.” A slow, sinister smile creeped across her face. “Look all you want, Alpha Asher, but

down the bond, warning me that Asher was seconds away from imploding and beginning the torture. It

peeling off her flesh, what information she was giving

mind, and I needed to see

you gave me, I want you to

to warn him off of

your magic 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 was right there, pressed against the glass and hanging onto her every word. “I had to do something to slow you down.”

down at her. “Fail to answer and I’ll happily let Lola tear into you. I’m not sure what

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

Lola. How do we break it?” Asher inquired in a voice of pure

was no way she’d actually tell us. I was more than sure I’d have to pry the truth from her brain after I cracked her skull