Alpha Asher by Jane
Chapter 240
Chapter 240
“My Queen.”
Tristan, my first in command. The man I considered both a friend and a worthy enemy. A Vampire I had once hated with every fiber of my being, only to now trust him with every beat of my heart.
He was dead.
Cold. Unmoving. Not a spark of light in his eyes.
He pushed me out of the way. He took the blow that was meant for me. He gave his life for me and its broke Freya’s spell.
Tristan loved me.
Holly’s head was bowed, her hair a dark veil that covered her face as she wept. Her hands were stained red with Tristan’s blood, but she didn’t seem to notice. She continued clutching at his shirt, whimpering, and whispering under her breath.
Without warning the blood ruby unleashed a blast of light that left me seeing spots. Holly ripped the blade from Tristan’s unmoving chest, dropping it as though it were poisonous.
Freya’s face had lost its triumphant luster, taking on a more sinister expression. It looked like her skin had been pulled too tightly over her bones, stretching across her face in a way that emphasized every dip and curve. Her cheeks were just a touch too hollow, her eyes bulged from their sockets ever so slightly. Her teeth pressed at her lips, pushing them outward.
Her eyes flickered from the dagger to where I sat in the grass, the start of some sickening plan or idea taking form in her head. Before she could react-before any of us could react, Holly stumbled to her feet.
I should’ve noticed something off when she went silent, no longer crying or whispering under her breath.
Long strands of inky hair hung over her face, partially shielding it from view. From where I sat, I managed to catch a single glimpse of her eyes. My stomach plummeted as I took in the haunted light that filled her entire being.
Holly, the sister that betrayed me, the one I craved since I was a little girl, unleashed a wail that made my hair stand on end.
For a split second, I thought she was going to attack me. After all, it was my life Tristan died for. Never could I have anticipated Holly charging at her own mother, grabbing onto her dress with blood-stained hands as she screamed and snarled like a wild animal.
“You killed him, you killed him, you killed him!” Holly wailed, her voice cracking several times over.
Freya’s lips pulled back from her face in a distasteful sneer. “Get off of me, girl. Have some class. We do not cry over men.”
She shoved Holly away, who stumbled backwards but didn’t fall. Her shoulders were hunched as she took in breath after breath. Bloody handprints littered Freya’s skin from where Holly had made a grab for her.
Digging my fingers into the dirt, I pushed myself off the ground and onto my feet. I inched closer to Breyona, hesitating when I caught the unearthly glow of magic in Holly’s eyes.
Suddenly, the bloody handprints on Freya’s body began to smoke.
Freya noticed the same time as I did. Her bulging eyes went wide, so wide that I could see the network of veins running across them like spider webs. Unlike normal veins, these ones were black-tainted with darkness.
“You… You dare use blood magic on me?”
She scoffed at Holly. “I am your mother.”
Holly didn’t so much as blink at her mother.
Her lips barely moved, forming words that came out as a cold whisper.
“You’re nothing but an empty vessel.”
If I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I wouldn’t have known what to make of the sound. It was the crash of a vase against a hard floor. The crack of a bone snapped in two, it’s splintered echo ringing in your ears.
Only, it wasn’t a vase or a bone that created that sound.
It was Freya.
What started as a hairline crack running down her arm, splitting her pale skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh began to crumble. More and more cracks formed, each one stemming from the bloody handprints Holly had left on her mother’s skin.
A
the widening cracks flooding her body, a look of bewilderment on her face. Something in my gut told me
No! No, it’s not possible. You’re nothing! You’re not powerful enough to kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who stood there impassively,
have to be as powerful as you, mother. You killed him, and it’s his
stared down at Tristan’s body, noting how even in death his eyes were trained on my younger sister, I realized she
us, dealing one final
her mouth and let loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks crawling up her face from how taut
pain straight into my head. I barely noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona’s wolf was several feet away, writhing in pain as tendrils of shadow danced off her fur- covered
a go at Holly with her
cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her
the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the hole in
was
Blood Witch
had killed
barely seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There was only one
blood staining the grass was the only
panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona let out snarl that froze the
turned to face the source of Breyona’s aggression.
like Tristan, blonde hair blowing in
but it wasn’t him. The way he moved was off. Many times
into a sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our
the eyes I
were my father’s.
a few shades darker than Tristan’s stared out at us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly’s face,
to either Tristan or our father. It was an
body coiled, seconds
the words, but it wasn’t until the
thing.” She whispered.
a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering in all directions. Bats fled from the tree’s,
as taken a step before faltering. The light in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on one station. The answer drifted through
bound their
I warned her, a hand raised
do no good, not when he
turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile
but
world, and you’re too much of a coward to use it.”
take a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his
his knees in the same spot Freya had been in.
“Such a disappointment.”
then twice, before sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more an empty vessel, fell to the ground.
pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her
Goddess…” Breyona whispered
standing close by was like an electrical pulse to my already shot nerves. Tree’s blurred into one as I spun around, only
my nerves so raw, that I hadn’t even felt the sparks licking over my
healed. There was a lot of blood, but most of it had dried. It ran down his sculpted cheek, past his rigid jawline and down his neck. A wound like that would’ve killed a human,
sight of him warmed me from the inside
a certain
struggling to find
his cheek, there was a look of peace
cheeks. in slow circles, a glimmer of joy in
not an ounce of
and I was
Alpha Asher by Jane Chapter 240
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