Alpha Asher by Jane

Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 249

Reunion

Lola’s P.O.V.

10 Years Later…

“Ramona, so help me! If you don’t stop stealing your cousin’s toys I’m going to sick Aunty Ember on you, and you know she won’t hold back.” I shouted from the kitchen, craning my head to look over my shoulder where I locked eyes with my dashing mate.

Asher was leaned against the wall, his arms downright bite-able in the fitted t-shirt he wore. He brought the beer in his hand to his mouth, lips twisted in a knowing smirk that had me contemplating a fourth child.

If this man doesn’t calm down, we’re going to have to hire a second nanny.

He returned his attention to Zeke and Brandon as though our little heated exchange hadn’t occurred. On cue, Ramona let out a shrill scream that quickly morphed into pulses of erratic laughter. A familiar pang of longing hit my chest as it did every time I heard my daughter’s laugh.

She sounds just like Mom.

Ember’s monstrous roar emerged from the living room, followed by a cacophony of giggles from the other children. There were so many you’d think we were building our own army. A soft tug to my apron drew my attention downward, to Maven’s sweet smile and head of dark hair.

“Mom, you’re going to burn Granny’s custard. Here, let me do it.”

I stepped aside and watched as Maven took control, stirring the bubbling mixture and scraping the spoon around the edges of the pot. He cranked the heat down just a hair and tossed in a dash of salt.

The grief in his voice made my throat constrict as a knot began to build. No matter how hard it was, I swallowed the tears that threatened to fall and pasted a loving smile on my face.

It had been one month now since Grandma had been called back home by the Moon Goddess. Much like with everything else in life, she had known it was coming. I think in a way we all did. She’d been surrounded by her family and friends when the time finally came and her spirit slipped away, guided by her oldest friend, her wolf. There hadn’t been a dry eye in sight, but the hardest part was explaining things to Ramona and Maven.

The two of them had adored their great-grandmother, but it was Maven that formed a special. connection with her. Mere hours after her passing, we found a book of all her recipes atop hist bed. Baking was something they often did together, and as the years passed and Maven’s skill grew, I knew it was because of her.

There was something else Grandma had taught Maven-something we only recently noticed.

Maven was using magic.

For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t have been possible. In the entire history of Witchcraft there had never been a male witch, but I knew what I had seen and so did Asher.

After careful planning and lengthy meetings with Tessa, Ember, and the others, we decided that the best course of action was to send Maven to the Magisterium. More than anything, though, I wished I could’ve asked Grandma about Maven and his budding magic.

For some reason I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand, fate saw it fit to grant my wish.

The night Grandma slipped away, after I’d cried my heart and soul into Asher’s chest, I found myself in the grove where ten years ago I said a final goodbye to my brother. Grandma was there, standing in a way that made me wonder if she’d been waiting for me.

She had changed, but in the best of ways. Time no longer weighed her town, tugging on her shoulders and warping her posture. Her face was free of lines, but still held all of the wisdom. she’d bestowed on everyone she came in contact with.

“He is special, Lola. Ramona too. Protect them, my dear, and the wonderful life you have built. Watch them usher in a new era, and never forget how much I love you. Until we meet again, sweetheart.”

After watching her walk into the mystical grove Sean had vanished into all those years ago, I awoke in bed surrounded by Asher’s arms, cradled in his embrace. Tears streaked my face and as I looked up, I found myself staring into his open eyes.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?”

It wasn’t just grief that weighed on my heart, but happiness. Joy. Grandma wasn’t gone.

had just gone

my body thrumming with the pure love I had

head the way I’d seen Asher do thousands of times. “What’s wrong,

even if his demeanor was more like Asher’s. A small squeal came from the living

which was made even more adorable by the smear of powdered sugar on his cheek.

the living room where chaos awaited, I was pulled into Asher’s arms. The sparks hadn’t lost their intensity, even after all this time. They were the one thing that renewed my energy when life started pulling

at me knowingly before planting his chin on

fatherhood suiting you,

his soda. There were some dark circles beneath his eyes, but it wasn’t due to his drinking habits. No, Brandon had

sleep a night.” Despite his complaints, there was a twinkle in his eye whenever he spoke of Ember and the baby. Zeke barked out a laugh, slapping Brandon on the back. “Aw

lack of sleep, man.

Tessa’s arms. There was an almost dreamy quality to his expression when

the rest of you, but I’m dying to see if little Niko is going to inherit hist Momma’s magic.” Zeke grinned, rocking on the balls of his feet. Brandon cast him a look which he shrugged off. “I know, I know. Boys don’t inherit

of us said anything, there was an odd sort of understanding that passed between

times are changing. It makes sense that Werewolves,

slipped out of the kitchen and

those death traps at all costs. Next were the toy trucks and action figures, most of which were missing limbs,

what I painted.” The voice of my half-sister, who had just celebrated her ninth

tangled mess around her shoulders as she parted the sea of toys and vicious children with a sheet of paper in

to glance down before shouting, “Do you like

long hair, though the taller figures was dark and pin-straight. I smirked at the golden crown she’d added

“I can either put this on my fridge or if you want, you can hold onto

it slowly. “I think I’ll keep it, but

to continue painting, I scanned the obnoxiously crowded living room. for the newest addition to the family. Luckily, our house had plenty of space to accommodate so many

extra-large sectional that divided the living room in two was my dad and Flora. Dad had

a grin took over his face. He squirmed on Flora’s lap, thrusting

mommy.”

hadn’t yet shown any signs of magical abilities, but now that we knew male Witches

you doing, kid?” Dad asked, his gruff voice hiding almost all

smirk. “I haven’t been a kid in over ten years,

in his eyes was fleeting, though. As it faded, so did the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

Ramona, who bore resemblance to both me and my mom. The only thing she got from Asher was his eyes and his temper. She was in deep conversation with Ember, both of them speckled with

can be expected. They understand what death

I stumbled over my words, feeling young and out of

Lola. Not just as a mom, but as a Luna

heavy ache settled in my chest. “You’re going to make me cry if you keep sweet talking me, and then Wyatt’s going to

was drawn to Clara and Mason’s daughter, Iris, when her twinkling laughter sounded from across the room. She’d been playing dolls with Tessa and Zeke’s daughter when the three-year-old Witch made flowers sprout along the carpet. One of them. worked their way into

you a flower, Iris.” Clara said brightly, looking over her shoulder

from the end of the

“Sure!” Iris replied.

them, vanished in a puff

Holly and Tristan’s daughter skipped into the room. In her arms was a tea

Lola?” Odette called out. “I made us

told you?” I exclaimed, sharing a smirk with Holly. Tristan hovered at her side, his expression soft as he

how quickly they seemed to grow. Grandma’s absence was palpable, a force that lingered in the room like a noxious cloud. That was the grief speaking, though. I knew more than anything that Grandma was here,

charged into the living room. The oven mitts on his hands. were huge,

ready!” He announced

hit one of the many toys strewn across the floor. The toy truck he