Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 241

Half an hour later, I stumbled away from

Tristan’s body and into Asher’s warm embrace.

My legs had been reduced to jelly, and my magical reserves drained so low they might never recover. I could only imagine how much blood and rest it would take before they were back to normal again.

Asher’s voice washed over my shoulders, his breath fluttering against my cheek, but the blood roaring in my ears kept me from hearing.

I’d poured everything into Tristan- everything.

Holly and Giovanni remained rooted in place, searching for any sign of life whether it be a heartbeat or an influx of breath. The inky strands of my half-sister’s hair cascaded down Tristan’s shoulder, hanging off the side of the table he’d been placed onto.

With her ear placed against his chest, she waited and waited.

I understood her worry. Really, I did. Her mother had to sacrifice ten witches just to lock my father’s soul into my body. While I didn’t have ten innocent people to slaughter, I did have something else on my side.

That otherworldly and very much feminine presence that had taken over just minutes before, allowing me a split second of control when I needed it most, hadn’t left me. It was still here, bubbling in my veins and wrapping itself around my body in a shroud of silk.

As I used it to strengthen my own magic, I swore I heard its whisper ring in my ears before vanishing completely, melting into the night sky and the stars that watched over head.

“…just this once.’ It had said.

When it left, and I felt its absence ringing in my soul, I whispered a quick thank you to the Moon Goddess.

During the walk back to the house, Asher recounted what happened the moment I slipped away. Half of the story he told with words, while the other came in the form of memories dancing down the mate-bond.

Witches had poured into the pack, concealed by Angelica’s twin sister, who had also survived the battle. In fact, the two of them were currently in the living room, watching television like two normal children. The witches had split into groups, some attacking the town while others came to the house, beckoned by Cassidy’s call.

Those who went into town were met with not only warriors, but pack members who took it upon themselves to defend their own.

Even my dad, who was now safe with Flora visiting grandma in the hospital, had joined the battle.

As for Cassidy herself, I witnessed her death in Asher’s memory, and relished every gruesome second.

replacing the real Cassidy who had been kidnapped and murdered days prior, was torn limb from limb by the

worked as one for the first time in over ten years. Cassidy might have been responsible for tearing them apart, but in the end, she’d also been what brought them back together.

my torso, so tightly that nothing could dare pull us apart, we waited in the silence for

with a quiet thud, so soft that it could’ve belonged to a bird perching on a branch, or the first droplet of rain colliding with the hard ground. Holly’s ragged gasp told me it was neither of

two, which turned into ten, and then fifty.

was deafening, a clash of cymbals that

hard to heal. It was a wound created by dark magic; one I knew would leave

instead of the bright blues that belonged to my father, I was met with a familiar

name fell from his mouth, quiet like a

blood and decay, I could tell there were plenty. Breyona,

created a barrier between us and them, I could

Asher’s soft lips grazed my cheek and the

to them.” He whispered.

compose myself, Tristan had his sights set on Giovanni. Breyona watched with the same awe and anxiety as I did, both of us wondering if this would turn

at Tristan with eyes of molten amber, nearly pitch black until the light hit them just right. I never could tell what Giovanni was feeling, and now was

brother.” Giovanni admitted, emotion seeping through the rough

was a bit slow, but he

did, didn’t

one of the blood bags from the cooler Asher had placed on the table. My mouth watered as the scent hit the air, rich and sweet in a

coming to a rest on me.

“My Queen.”

his last words-the very ones he uttered as his

that?” As hard as it was to force the

swore I saw the ice that encased them

know why.”

I’m your Queen, because that’s bullshit. You knew Freya’s spell would break. Why did you do

master. I wanted to believe it was the acceptance

I never thought that I’d grow to love you, but I did. It was my mistake believing there was only one type of love. You made me realize there wasn’t one, but many. You are a force of nature, something this world has needed for centuries. Every challenge you’ve faced, you met

love you, Lola, but not in the way I always thought. Not in the way that I love your sister. I know something happened between you two, and I won’t ask you to let that go, but I

she slowly sucked in a stream of air. Despite the way my heart reached out for her, I kept my eyes and attention on Tristan. I forgave Holly for her betrayal, but I

I’m not-I’m not good, and you deserve good.” She whispered, carefully extracting her hand from his. “Do you want to know what I did? I sold her out, Tristan.