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

threshold and stepped into the small foyer.

through a small entry way, was the kitchen. 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

was coming

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

it like some kind of vile leech. It’s cracked smile, split across a lumpen,

as bad as your dad.” Grandma’s chuckle twinkled throughout the house, warm even

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

when Lola and I fought one another at every turn,

She accepted me as her grandson before I

to happen, and knew it was not only an act against nature, but one

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

forward, into the kitchen where I spotted the short and slender frame of Lola’s grandma. She stood at the stove, pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven.

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

fuck! This can’t be happening.

me. Tell me you can hear me.’ I panted, breaking all

not me, grandma. This isn’t me! Run! Hide! Go, fucking

shouted and shouted and shouted, but my lips didn’t move. They didn’t fucking move! Grandma stood there, staring at me and not at the person

Grandma said slowly, her eyes still locked on my own. The note of warning in her voice made me

call for him!

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

our Goddess, actually threw herself

one of righteous fury and heartbreaking

chose that moment to pounce, emerging in a flash of bright hair and nails,

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

have, but I was blocking

Sean! That’s not Asher!” Grandma yelled, her voice no longer oozing

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,

of the couch

and the ache of my claws elongating radiated up my fingers, I froze. Disbelief kept me from closing my eyes, from blocking this out the way I wished I could’ve.

would’ve given anything-my pack, my title, my land, to block the things I felt out, but I

carving open his chest until flashes of milky white bone

that stared into my own, that begged even

I’m so sorry.

his throat

like the petals of

Please, forgive me.

of his blood pooled in my hands.

stop myself.

so pale,

this happening?