Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 121 – “When you called me saying you needed my help with ‘magic stuff,’ this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Breyona frowned; her eyebrows gnashed together. She had a gentler version of Asher’s expression, who stood a few feet to her left, so still he looked carved from stone. Her eyes flitted down to the dark bra and underwear combo I wore; the one Asher had picked out just a few weeks ago. “…I really need to start training again. I never realized how many calories shifting burned.”

“I hear you and Giovanni train pretty hard already.” I replied smoothly, my lips twitching as I resisted the urge to laugh.

She flicked her chestnut hair over her shoulder and scoffed, “Tristan’s an a*****e.”

Rowena flitted into the room, a blur of auburn hair and pale skin. Like a hummingbird, she was light on her feet. She rummaged through trunks, glass bottles clinking and papers scratching against one another as she pulled out everything she was looking for.

Cordelia’s soft humming trickled in from the living room. Before slipping into the den to remove my clothes, I had watched amazed as she waved a hand and sent all the glass shards littering the floor and furniture tumbling towards one neat spot.

“We’re ready for you now.” Rowena paused for a moment, her arms full of thick pillar candles and couple small journal-type books. She sounded a bit breathless, but only paused for a moment before flitting out of the den.

Breyona glanced between Asher and me. Perhaps she recognized the look on his face from spending so much time with Giovanni, “I’m going to wait for you guys out there.”

“You don’t have to do this.” Asher’s voice held no blame, only understanding and the frustration that whatever this was -it wasn’t going to be pleasant for me. ” No one will blame you.”

They both knew why I called them here. I had told them everything Rowena told me, including the part where they would have to hold me down.

“I know, but I have no choice. I can feel the power locked inside of me more and more. I have no clue what it is or what to do with it, but I want to learn. I need to learn.” I told him, leaning into his touch because I knew that no matter how much he worried for me, he wouldn’t stop me from doing this.

about. One just as powerful as the other two, if not more. I owed it to the people I vowed to protect, both vampire and werewolf. Sometimes I wondered how Asher did it, if the weight placed on his shoulders no longer felt heavy because of

thud of his heart against my hand and leaned into the kiss he placed against my forehead. His rough voice washed over me, “Don’t spread yourself too thin, Lola. There’s nothing wrong with doing some things for

In just fifteen minutes they cleared the living room of all debris and brought a small twin mattress down from one of the bedrooms. It sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by two rings of pillared candles. Blackout c******s were drawn across the windows, so that the small flames were our only light source. As I

as it can

and her eyes were sympathetic as they looked my way. She held a tiny amber bottle in her hands and pressed her thumb against the opening until a little droplet stuck to her finger. Rowena

Cordelia’s face, but she recovered a split second later. “The juniper oil is to protect and purify, and

on her finger as she brought

enter or leave while she’s preforming the

pinned my wrists down with ease. Breyona knelt by my feet; her eyes determined

lie, this spell isn’t a pleasant one and I doubt this altered version will be any better. Revealing anything against its will is painful business.” A dull fire glowed in Rowena’s mossy eyes as she knelt between Asher and Breyona, to my left. Cordelia took her place to the right, a spectator

as I tried to keep my attention on Asher, I couldn’t help but watch as Rowena took the white

between both hands, she closed her eyes and began to speak softly. Seconds passed, and I watched the firelight dance over her hair, revealing the various

hidden within, let the wax pull the mark from beneath her skin.” She said and placed the candle just

hardened from the lack of flame, forming a little cap on the tip of your finger. My mom had yelled at me a time or two

been expecting as I watched the melted wax pool beneath the flame. In one fluid motion, she left a trail of wax from one side of my hip

bed with enough force to make Asher snarl. ”