Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 92 – Tristan had told me what to expect when my Father finally called. My Father had a back-up plan, one where he would not need me. It was in my best interest to prove useful to him, to show that I was willing to do anything for Breyona and Giovanni’s freedom. I believed Tristan when he told me the only way my Father would allow their freedom, was for Tristan to infiltrate my mind.

My Father did not know that I had long ago learned to shield myself. In those few minutes I had with Tristan, he taught me how to carve out a small piece of my mind for him. I would be able to keep my wits, my thoughts, and my self-control. The hardest part would be pretending that Tristan had control of my mind, that he was able to make me compliant. I had no time to practice, and unfortunately had to place my trust in Tristan.

I wrenched open the door that blocked my innermost thoughts, carving out a small section for Tristan. After a dull headache began prickling along my forehead, I was confident Tristan could venture in my mind no further. My Father sat silently, watching Tristan and I with an unwavering gaze.

‘It’s your turn.’ Tristan’s voice echoed in my mind, ‘Play your part well, or we’ll all be doomed.’

I didn’t have the time to mull over what my Father had said, or the fact that my Grandma had kept this from me. The sting of betrayal was brief, as I had more important things to focus on. My sister—half-sister, stood at the other side of the room, her chestnut eyes on me, her lips parted with words that would not form.

For a split second, I wondered what her life had been like. Our Father was subdued for ten years, his payment for her creation. She must’ve lived a normal life until then, until he snatched her from her home in an attempt to turn her into a monster. It was a risk—one I prayed would pay off, but I couldn’t leave her behind. She had spent far more time with our Father than I had, and I wondered how grievously she suffered. No matter what happened, I’d find a way to take her with us.

I wiped the emotion from my face, and let the light fade from my eyes. I turned to face my Father slowly, almost lethargically. I remembered how it felt to have Tristan in my head, how it almost felt like I was being drugged. I let my eyes glaze over as I gazed at my Father, and waited until he finally spoke.

“Did she fight you?” My Father asked Tristan, his bright eyes interested and calculating.

“She did, my Lord.” Tristan nodded, “The Witch who helped raise her, tried to teach her how to shield her mind. Her shields are weak, I’ve broken through them before.”

“Good.” My Father nodded, completely unaware that Tristan had betrayed him. “I assume she would like to ensure her companions safety.”

“She would.” Tristan nodded.

“Lead her to the dungeons, keep her under tight control.” My Father nodded, his eyes flickering back to the fire. “When you release the traitor and his mate, make sure to blind-fold them. I won’t have our location getting back to the she-wolf’s pack. Regardless, they are on borrowed time. We’ll let them have these next few days before we wipe them off the map.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Tristan nodded, heading to the door.

I stood from the couch slowly, keeping my posture relaxed and my gait slow. I remembered how it felt when Tristan entered my mind at the club, how all of the important details in my life faded into the background, how nothing truly mattered. If Tristan were truly in my mind, I wouldn’t have any idea where I was, or who I had been talking to.

I followed Tristan down the hall, keeping my glazed eyes ahead. I never once let my eyes stray to the guards, or the Vampire’s that lingered the corridors and rooms. Tristan led me downstairs and towards the back of the warehouse, where a thick metal door sat in the concrete wall. He slid the door open, and I kept my gaze uninterested as the screech of metal filled the warehouse.

We walked into what looked like an old maintenance closet. Brooms, mops, and shelves of cleaner sat along the walls. Towards the back of the room, a cement staircase descended into the floor. Flickering fluorescent lights lit the staircase, and I followed closely behind Tristan as we traveled down into the earth.

not one made of earth, as the walls and floor were the same cement material as the rest of

urge to squint as we turned down a hall where the fluorescent lights had begun to flicker and fade, trying my best not to stumble over my own feet. With Maya suppressed by the silver cuffs around my wrists, I had only my human senses to rely on. Even with those dulled senses, I could smell the odor of blood

the same cell, sat Giovanni. Dark circles sat under his eyes, his cheekbones more prominent, and his skin a sickly shade of white. I wondered if they had been feeding them down here, and if they had given Giovanni any blood. The flash of burning hunger in

of the kindness of their hearts. They knew Giovanni would be overwhelmed with hunger, and wanted to see if their mate-bond could withstand his need for blood. From the looks of it, Giovanni hadn’t

I could hear the stinging of her flesh as she gripped the metal, but her eyes burned with such a ferocious

another two were situated at the entrance.

doing here? You

importance. I wanted to throw myself to the floor, to fight with every last breath until she

breath, she-wolf.” Tristan sighed, though he didn’t look too unhappy over the fact. “She can’t hear

she snarled at him. Giovanni did not follow Breyona’s gaze, his eyes

“Another pathetic attempt to get into her pants, and

is secure, but do enjoy your freedom.” Tristan sneered, “While

he actually let them go?’ I called out in my mind, pinpointing Tristan’s presence as it lingered in the space

his word.’ Tristan grunted, ‘They’ll be unconscious and blind-folded, but he

I replied,

him. Just as we were leaving, I locked eyes with Giovanni. I tried to convey the words I needed to say through my eyes, and desperately hoped he would understand. I could tell from one look, Giovanni saw right through

out a long breath. My shoulders sagged and for a moment, I felt a crushing weight lift from my shoulders. Giovanni knew, that could prove useful. Undoubtedly, Breyona would want to stay behind, to rescue me herself. Giovanni would be able to placate her,

told Tristan, unease dancing around

I replayed the different scenarios and endings in my mind, never once discerning what angle Tristan was playing. He hadn’t once attempted to take advantage of me during my stay here, though I wouldn’t put anything past him. If anything, he was proving helpful. He had openly betrayed his King by not taking control of my mind, by having us pretend. For now, we had

Lola.” Tristan smiled grimly, “I’m simply playing

Tristan turned to leave. “You’re helping me by lying to my Father.

our species is eradicated.” Tristan grimaced, “As it

I’m here. I want to give my pack the upper hand.” I countered, “There’s only one way to stop this war, and that’s

before you get the chance. There’s two ways you can go about this, use magic to end his life, or wait

I don’t have the time to learn.” I shook my

I would be mentioning my upcoming heat to Tristan, but even without my heat, there was no chance my Father would postpone his

come up with a plan.” Tristan murmured,