Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 242

Epilogue

Six Months Later

“Does this ever get easier?” I groaned, swiping a hand over my forehead. A thin sheen of sweat clung to my skin, running from temple to temple.

There wasn’t one specific person I spoke to, rather the entirety of my friends and family that had gathered for this historical event. Naturally, my eyes strayed to my mate, the beacon that never once failed to lead me through the dark.

His lips quirked up at the side, eyes sparkling with significantly less shadows than before. He was slowly learning to forgive himself for the death’s of our pack members. “I wish I could say it does, but I’d be lying.”

Zeke let out a cheeky snort. “Way to make her feel confident. You’ve got this, Lola. You’re a natural.”

Breyona peeked her head from around Giovanni’s massive shoulder. “Besides, if you choke you can always work a little magic and make everyone forget about it.”

“Hah! With my luck I’ll get a little too magic happy and make the whole pack forget about me.” A genuine chuckle slid past my lips as my friends continued with their playful banter. I was quickly pulled into the arms of my mate, whose embrace

I accepted with a blissful sigh.

His lips skimmed my ear, brewing all sorts of thoughts that were not suited for tonight’s events. “Zeke’s right, though.

You were meant for this. You won’t choke.

After all, look at all you’ve accomplished.”

I placed my hand against his taut chest, tapping the thick pad of muscle I felt just below his shirt. “All that we’ve accomplished.” I corrected him. “I would’ve never been able to do this without you.”

Asher looked as stunning as ever, playing the part of Alpha to near perfection. He, like the rest of us, were dressed in a mixture of both professional and casual attire. While we needed to step into our roles tonight, we also needed to present an air of comfort and unity to make the

Witches and Vampire’s in audience feel right at home.

After all, it wasn’t just a few Witches and Vampire’s in audience. 1

It was all of them. Well, almost all. Those who wanted to voice their opinions, lend their hand in shaping this new future that would cater to us all, stood in attendance.

Truthfully, I couldn’t have done any of it without the help of two unlikely allies.

“I swear, that child gets all her sass from you, Ember. Angelica used to be a sweet, docile thing before you got to her.” Tessa scolded her sister as the two of them entered the room.

Ember kicked the door shut behind her with the sharp heel of her boot, and began to take in the contents of the room with a hand propped on her hip. A quick flick of her eyes over the velvet furniture, hand–woven rugs, and paintings hung in golden frames, was all she needed before cocking a sculpted eyebrow at her sister.

“Please, do you even know Angelica?

She’s never been sweet or docile. The kids a menace.” Ember exclaimed with a suspicious amount of warmth to her voice. Paired with the cocky tilt to her lips one might assume she almost liked Angelica.

not the only menace I

the room seconds later. She let out

meeting this size. Compared to the pack–wide announcement we had

radiant warmth. Six months ago, I had a long list of suspicions and

the road we walked down and knew that with time and patience, I’d eventually trust these two with more than just my life.

glad you two made it in time.” I beamed, truly relieved.

mane of fire–kissed hair over her shoulder. “Well, as the ambassador’s of the Witch community we couldn’t very well miss

dark room with Brandon than admit it (her words, not mine), I knew she was becoming just as fond of

Ever the diplomatic twin, she reached out and grabbed my hand, giving it a quick

the conversation could truly take off,

months doting on his pregnant mate, peeked

show time folks.” He drawled, flashing me a gruff smile as

let out a sharp breath and shook out my hands, visualizing the stress leaving my body in heavy waves. It would never cease to amaze me how I’d rather be neck–deep in battle

we all

closely behind. It was there, beneath the sloped ceilings. and crystal chandeliers that we met up with Tristan and Holly.

denounced as my first–in–command, greeted me with a warm smile. Seeing as he and my sister

still a Princess, after all. And a

that would look after her and her alone. Which is exactly why I promoted Tristan to Head of the Royal Guard. Only

the part. Tristan, with his navy button down and dark slacks, matched the sparkly cocktail dress Holly had on,

asked in her

had grown in strength. Her entire demeanor had changed, and it was truly a sight

the friendly smile she flashed me. “As

to do amazing, and she knows it. Doesn’t hurt that she has a bunch of

up.” Clara chimed in, a vision in her sea foam maxi dress. When paired

had

that came with losing your fated mate was nowhere to be

ease than anyone else here. Catching my eye, his lips quirked up in his usual cheeky grin, one I

to be late to your

a set of

lead outside, to the massive crowd I knew

them all considering we had to carve a path through the crowd to make it to the very

holes were packed with people. Since things were still a bit rocky,

was our goal that someday the crowd merge as one.

of the field. Since it was the dead of night, lamp posts wrapped in ivy

followed by Breyona and Giovanni,

they were beneath us all.

air was a large screen that would soon feature all of our faces.

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