Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 229 Asher’s Flashback

When you’ve reached the top of a great and mighty mountain, your muscles still burning from the climb, the last thing one expects is to suddenly fall.

Holding Lola in my arms, her scent invading my brain and her warm pussy sheathed around my cock, hearing her soft sighs and the way her voice swelled with love when she agreed to be my wife, it was the highest peak I could ever hope to reach.

Until bars of silver slammed down over my eyes and an inhuman force clawed itself out from the furthest pits of my mind, I had no clue that something had even been wrong.

Sure, there were those moments of lost time where my memory frayed, but that had just been stress, right?

It couldn’t have been this-this creature with its spindly limbs and blood-soaked face wrapping around my body, winding around my torso, and dragging me back, further and further away until my limbs no longer responded to my will.

What the fuck was this? Some distant facet of my mind found this thing-this creature, familiar in a way, but that made no sense.

I roared and thrashed against it’s hold, but it was no use. The warning I bellowed was nothing more than an echo that lived and died in my head, never reaching my lips. Lola, my mate, and future wife-the one person I dared let close, writhed beneath me with hooded eyes, so innocent and oblivious to what was happening.

By the time fear and awareness seeped into her gaze, it was too late.

The thing controlling my body had its limbs wrapped around me, a bloody gash of a grin on it’s warped face as it made me watch.

There would be no living for me if I hurt her. The moment I regained control, I’d follow her from this life into the next. I’d beg for her forgiveness and spend nothing short of eternity working to earn it.

It dropped her unconscious body and headed towards the balcony, throwing us over the railing. We hit the ground on all fours, racing into the forest. It’s emotions-if they could even be called that-were so different from my own that it was easy to get lost in them.

There was a blatant lack of interest as it looked down at Lola, and a maddening determination for something-something that felt so close, yet just out of reach.

Its hunger was insatiable, a craving for something more than flesh that was so consuming I feared it would attack the first person it came across.

The thing used my body, tying invisible ropes around my wrists and ankles, yanking me left and right like a demonic puppeteer.

I watched through my own eyes as I climbed the steps to a familiar house, every piece of my soul crying out in agony and refusal, fighting against it’s hold. It didn’t matter, in the end. No matter how hard I thrashed, it had taken full control of my body.

The violation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Each step creaked beneath my feet, the wooden porch groaning under my weight. I focused on my fingers, on how it felt to move them, but they didn’t respond. The doorknob was cold in my hand, and twisted so easily, the lock snapping before it even had a chance.

How could I feel the smoothness of the metal but be unable to force my body to let it go?

In a last-ditch attempt to warn whoever was in the house, I cried out. This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be. Not this house, not to someone Lola cared about so deeply.

The door swung open, letting out a loud creak that hung in the air even after it had faded into silence. A shadow passed behind me, one with crimson hair and pale skin. I tried to turn, feeling the muscles and tendons in my neck, but they didn’t respond.

I was still in the car, but my hands were no longer on the steering wheel. 2

over my body forced me inside slowly, one foot after another as I crossed the threshold and stepped into the small foyer. It

Warm light spewed into the foyer, and the distant sound of a football game on television trickled through the house. The commentators were laughing, joking over the piss poor performance from the

was coming from Sean.

this. I wouldn’t give this thing what it wanted, not from Lola’s brother. It could take its pound

of vile leech. It’s cracked smile,

television! I swear, you’re as bad as your dad.” Grandma’s chuckle twinkled throughout the house, warm

battles, the gory fights that ended with hundreds of lives lost, didn’t have a fraction of the effect that this had. I never once admitted to it, but there wasn’t a person in this town that didn’t care for

at every turn, her grandmother had been

me as her grandson before I

It was as though my body knew what was going to happen, and knew it was not

creature stripped me of everything. I wasn’t a werewolf, an Alpha, or anything in between. I was

grandma. She stood at the stove, pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven. The shadow at my back moved, a flash

hostage, I tried the mate-bond. I couldn’t feel Lola’s fiery, all-consuming

fuck! This can’t

me.’ I panted, breaking all over again

me, grandma. This isn’t me! Run!

shouted, but my lips didn’t move. They didn’t fucking move! Grandma

locked on my own. The note of warning in her voice made me cry out, but it was just another plea she

don’t call for him!

I realized the horrible mistake he’d made and why this thing had brought my body here. Like a switch had been flipped, the pure disinterest it oozed was replaced with a thirst for death. Its teeth

the strength of our Goddess,

her face, one of righteous fury and heartbreaking concern, but

woman that had followed me into the house chose that moment to pounce, emerging in a flash of bright hair and nails,

What the fuck’s going on?” Sean demanded, seconds away from leaping to

I was blocking his

her voice no

a split second where he just stood there, his attention going back and forth between grandma and I, unable to focus- unable to make a decision. I’d never truly thought he and Lola looked alike, but staring at him, seeing his heart shatter in his eyes,

the living room, leaping over the back of the couch in a frantic race to the sliding glass door, I was already breathing down his neck.

I froze. Disbelief kept me from closing my eyes, from blocking this out the way I wished I could’ve.

pack, my title, my land, to block the things

carving open his chest until flashes of milky

eyes that stared into my own, that begged even when his lungs filled with blood, and he could

I’m so sorry.

sliced through his throat with ease.

skin split, unfurling like the petals of a rose.

Please, forgive me.

warmth of his blood pooled in

stop myself.

his skin so

this happening? Why?