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

body forced me inside slowly, one foot after another as I crossed the threshold and stepped into the small foyer. It made a point not to turn around, not to look at

game on television trickled through the house. The commentators were laughing, joking

was coming

not from Lola’s brother. It could

limbs that wrapped around my soul and latched onto it like some kind of vile leech. It’s cracked smile, split across a lumpen, almond-shaped face, didn’t waver in the slightest. If

television! I swear, you’re as bad as your dad.” Grandma’s chuckle

a fraction of the effect that this had. I never once admitted to it, but

beginning, when Lola and I fought one another at every turn, her grandmother had been the one

grandson before I was able

what was going to happen, and knew

me of everything. I wasn’t a werewolf, an Alpha, or anything

and slender frame of Lola’s grandma. She stood at the stove, pulling a

the mate-bond. I couldn’t feel Lola’s

Fuck, fuck! This can’t

hear me.’ I panted,

grandma. This isn’t me!

lips didn’t move. They didn’t fucking move! Grandma stood there, staring at

voice made me cry out,

don’t call for him!

in the doorway across the kitchen, his eyebrows scrunched in obvious confusion, 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

of our

She had the fiercest look on her face, one of righteous fury and heartbreaking concern, but it was fleeting- so

house chose that moment to pounce, emerging in a

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

I was blocking his

voice no longer oozing with warmth, but

to make a decision. I’d never truly thought he and

the back of the couch in a frantic race to the sliding glass door, I was already breathing

froze. Disbelief

pack, my title, my land, to block the

carving open his chest until

that begged even when his lungs filled with blood, and he could

I’m so sorry.

sliced through his

split, unfurling like the petals of a rose.

Please, forgive me.

of his blood pooled in

stop myself.

skin so pale,

this