Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 234

There was no doubt in my mind that the place I had been was not of this world.

Not only had Sean been there, confusing me with talk of some mysterious person watching over me, but the concept of pain had been elusive and just out of reach. The peace that hung in the air, shimmering as brightly as the magic interwoven to create a place that was both real and memory, could only belong to some kind of afterlife.

At least, that’s what I was hoping.

Pain was the first thing I felt as that place slipped away. It held my head in its strong grip, claws digging into my scalp to produce a throbbing pain that chased me into consciousness. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet and there it was.

When I did manage to peel my lids back, I tried to recoil at the pale face staring out at

More pain engulfed me, stinging my wrists, neck, and ankles. It blasted my mind, sapping my strength until even calling out to the shadows felt impossible.

I craned my head down, staring blankly at the silver-plated cuffs that pinned me to the wall. What was even more surprising than my restraints was the fact that my hands and arms were no longer covered in inky veins of dark magic.

As much as I wanted to wrack my brain for the identity of this mystery being watching over me, there was someone else vying for my attention. 1

“It’s about damn time. I thought you were dead.” A voice snapped.

The person staring at me from across the room came into focus. Toffee eyes sharpened, so familiar that my chest begun to ache. Only, they didn’t belong to Asher.

“Brandon?”

His name came out as a rasp, my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. My throat contracted with the effort it took to speak. When was the last time I had something to drink? I had a couple blood bags back at the house, but how long had it been since then?

“The one and only.”

Brandon was chained against the far wall in the same position, silver cuffs around his wrists, neck, and ankles. His reply was dripping with sarcasm, but beyond it I could see clearly the rough shape he was in.

Dark circles ringed his eyes, and his cheekbones were just a tad more pronounced. There was dried blood where the silver had previously made contact with his skin. As he fidgeted, fresh blood sprouted from raw, cracked flesh.

“What happened?” I grimaced. It felt like I’d been hit upside the head with a sledgehammer. Every single thought was paired with a wave of nauseating pain. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh, lets see…” Brandon mumbled, blowing the hair out of his face with a frustrated huff.

He made a show of counting on his fingers, though I wasn’t sure what for.

After going over each one on his hand several times he grunted. “Since that bitch

Ember and the other witches attacked the Vamp town.”

“That was days ago.” I blanched, my stomach sinking. “You’ve been here for that long?”

“Yeah, I fucking have. You wouldn’t happen to have a bottle of liquor stashed on you?”

I tried to snort, but my dry throat refused to let the sound pass. “No, I definitely don’t have any alcohol on me.”

He leaned his head against the brick wall, glaring at the singular light hanging from the center of the room. It was nothing more than a lightbulb on a thin wire, with a little string dangling from the side. The light it produced was shitty, but it was better than drowning in darkness.

“Fair warning, Lola. The service in this place fucking sucks!” He bellowed, thrashing against his restraints.

The chains clanked against the brick, spitting out a thin plume of dust, but he was clearly too weak to do any more damage. Blood trickled from his wrists, splattering on the concrete floor. It dribbled from his neck as well, soaking into an already blood- stained shirt.

When he was finished, he slumped against the wall, his chest heaving. He swiveled his head towards me, scanning me up and down the way I had done to him mere minutes ago.

“You look different. How are things back home?” He asked.

The sting of silver split the thin skin around my wrists, and I winced as the wounds began to

“Not good.”

mind, and with it came a slew of emotions I couldn’t handle dealing with right now. I’d trusted her, bonded with her, and thought of her as the little sister I’d always wanted but never had. Not only did I feel pathetic and stupid, but

hard I tried, I couldn’t

might as well tell me everything considering neither one

expected a look of disgust when telling him about Asher’s proposal, but his face hadn’t changed

nearly the same fashion as Asher’s, but no amount of anger would coax Brandon’s wolf forward with all that silver touching his skin. His time here must’ve permanently altered his brain because the next words that left his mouth put me in

sorry. Your brother was a

my throat. It ached as it went down, forming a weight in my chest

each corner of

eyes drifted to the floor. “I can imagine how Asher’s taking it. He’s never

my life reminding him

have to.” Brandon

and grandma had been attacked. Brandon was more than angry to hear about grandma, which was another surprise. The woman truly did make everyone fall in love with her. My heart clenched painfully at the

be so disappointed to know what I had attempted to

show any glimmer of happiness. His eyes flashed with just a hint of his wolf before the color

and the beast

have mentioned it since I had

telling Brandon I knew who the second

forward in his

me if

telling him, when a sound came from beyond the heavy wooden door on the other side of the room. It sat to the left of me, far out of reach. There was a long

in shitty lighting, I could make

yellows, beautiful if not for the scowl marring the face of the person it was attached to.

as threatening as it could’ve been had my throat not felt like I’d swallowed

on, it was all too obvious

the room wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and a low-cut blouse the same fiery shade as her hair. Propping her hand on the flare

here without that pizza. All that talking you did and you’re doing

which were a deep

I thought I told you to shut your damn mouth.” She hissed, barely craning her head to toss the

Brandon’s number one quality was running his mouth,

the type of kid to squeeze her hamsters to death weren’t you? Seems like

into the ground,

up about the stupid

we were locked in. Brandon didn’t seem to care in the slightest. If anything, I’d say he

at him, and Brandon snapped his teeth in response. The longer I watched two, the more I realized they had forgotten I was

like a married couple -wait a damn second…

herself capturing me, and the identity of the second witch, I had too much information and emotion to sort through. It would take me years to process it all, to move on from the rage and the pain that

way-no way in hell that this was possible. It was too much of a coincidence.

another. There was clear hatred there, which would’ve been

recognized that edge intimately.

my own eyes when I’d

two are mates.”

in my direction so quickly I swore I heard one of their neck’s crack. Just like

find out.” Brandon sang, his teeth bared in a sarcastic

burned into my

weren’t for

“Shut. Your. Mouth.”

downright shuddered in my chest. First Tessa, and now Ember. Two extremely powerful elementals both

feeling tickling my spine, like a puff of breath blown at the back of my neck. For the