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.

her warm breath coming out as a puff of white smoke.

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

are 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

dropped. The siren song was louder now, so tempting that I inched closer to Asher, all but curling into

were

her voice pitched low.

shadows along the walls climbing higher. For once, it wasn’t me controlling them, but Breyona. The shadow creeping behind her took on the

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 about that, not one bit. She’s nothing

never follow that bitch.” Breyona snarled, eyes

a choice in the matter. Besides, I think you’ll be quite flattered to be one

rippling as pure shadow seemed to seep from her pores. If one of us didn’t act soon, Breyona would

to Breyona, urging her with my eyes to listen.

“That’s right. Go on, now.”

eyes fading back to their normal color and losing the shadowy tinge they were taking on. Once

the other witches hiding out at? You have

eyes was enough proof to tell us she knew exactly where the witches were

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

rage vibrated down the bond, warning me that Asher was seconds away from imploding and beginning the torture. It wasn’t that

I knew that if we started peeling off her flesh, what information she was giving us would surely come to an end.

and I needed to see if she’d answer them first before beginning the real

you gave me, I want you to tell me about it.” I urged,

warn him off of tearing into her

coming into 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

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

with genuine fear. My heart skipped a beat, the darkness in my veins bubbling excitedly, it’s sickening song picking up pace, whispering promises of power and murder, of blood and sweet,

to enslave Lola. How do we break it?” Asher inquired

was more than sure I’d have to pry the truth from her brain after I cracked her skull like an egg, but when