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.

the pack at the ripe age of seven years old, replacing the real Cassidy who had been kidnapped and murdered days prior, was torn limb from limb

ten years. Cassidy might have been responsible for tearing them apart,

nothing could dare pull us apart, we waited in the silence

the first droplet of rain colliding with the hard ground. Holly’s ragged gasp

beat turned into two, which turned into

a clash of cymbals that made my ears ring and eyes water. It was the sound of a soul awakening, taking control of a body that should’ve belonged to the

a wound created by dark magic; one I

the bright blues that belonged to my father, I was met with

Her name fell from his mouth, quiet like a

and decay, I could tell there were

Holly’s shoulders shook, and while her hair created a barrier between us and them, I could still see the raw

was crying myself until Asher’s soft lips grazed my cheek and the rough pad of his thumb smoothed over my

them.” He whispered.

a moment to 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

Tristan with eyes of molten amber, nearly pitch black until the light hit them just right. I never could

seeping through the rough cracks

regaining their color, quirked up at the side. The movement was a bit slow, but he had just come back to life. Not one of us knew how

didn’t

turned and snatched up one of the blood bags from the cooler Asher had placed on the table. My mouth watered as the scent hit the air, rich

to a rest on

“My Queen.”

he uttered as his

for me. Why would you do that?” As hard as it was to force the words out, I needed to

his eyes softened, I swore I saw the

know why.”

that’s bullshit. You knew Freya’s spell would break. Why did you do

acceptance in my eyes

are a force of nature, something this world has needed for centuries. Every challenge you’ve faced, you met it head on. You are strong, compassionate, and care for people you don’t even know. Someone needed to die

something happened between you two, and I won’t ask you to let that go, but I will ask you for something

lip quivering as 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 wasn’t sure if I could ever trust her again. I wasn’t sure what the future would look

She whispered, carefully extracting her hand from his. “Do