Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 143 – “Of course you aren’t, and even if you did catch on fire that’s what Cordelia is here for.” I waited for Cordelia to laugh or smile, to show some sign that Rowena was joking, but all she did was nod. “Plus your friend has a fire extinguisher.”

Breyona held up the fire extinguisher and grinned, which did absolutely nothing to ease my worries.

“What’s going to happen to her?” Asher’s voice held an edge that silenced the room. He looked at me as he spoke, softening his tone so it didn’t sound like he was ready to start murdering people.

The smooth lines of Rowena’s face sharpened, and she gestured to grandma. “First I’ll be needing her blood. It’s the final ingredient in the potion Lola and are to drink. From there I’ll unravel the bind by hand.”

“I thought Cordelia was removing the binding spell?” I asked, shuddering as I repressed a rush of fear that whispered something had gone wrong.

“Don’t worry so much, Lola. Everything will turn out fine, and the bind will be removed.” Her smile was reassuring, as was the confidence in her eyes but it couldn’t wipe away all my worries. ” Natural magic is one of the seven I mentioned. It’s what I’m primarily skilled in. Healing, coaxing emotions, or even unraveling a binding spell is well within my skill set. Besides with the restraints Cordelia is spelling, she won’t have the energy to unbind your magic.”

“These are just a precaution. There’s no telling what will happen when we unlock magic that’s been bound for over ten years, but there’s also a very good chance nothing will happen. They won’t hurt, but you’ll be pinned to the floor until we’re sure you’ve got everything under control.” Cordelia added and turned towards Rowena. “Are we ready?”

I winced when the curved athame sliced into grandma’s hand. Scarlet beads emerged from the slice, gathering in her palm as the wound already began to heal. She tilted her hand and let the thick fluid trickle into the goblet Rowena held.

“Does this have anything to do with blood magic?” I asked Rowena, tearing my eyes away from the blood that filled the room with a mouth-watering scent.

She shook her head and sloshed the contents of the goblet around until the blood was mixed into the dark colored liquid. “This is very different from blood magic. Your grandma’s blood is being used as an ingredient in a spell, but with blood magic, the blood is the power. There would be no other items used.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to drinking blood in front of other people. It was even worse considering it was the blood of my grandma. When I brought the goblet to my lips, there was no warmth that rushed through me. I couldn’t taste a hint of her blood, but what I did taste was oddly familiar.

“Is this wine?” I asked curiously.

Rowena smiled and took a drink herself. “Sure is. It’s my favorite potion base. Most of the time it just tastes like spiced wine.”

“Wait until you get my age, you’ll get drunk off of one measly potion.” Cordelia shook her head shamefully, making the younger witch laugh.

I felt nothing as the wine trickled down my throat and continued to feel nothing until Cordelia wrapped one of those black threads around my wrist.

Laying sprawled out on the carpet was awkward enough, but the moment the damp piece of thread hit my skin, my arm fell limp to the floor. It was the same for my legs, which were glued flat to the floor. I could only lift my knees an inch or so, but the movement made my muscles ache.

I grunted, absolutely hating the feeling of helplessness. Even with Maya’s strength enhanced from our vampire side, there was no budging with these

thrashing and relax, Lola. We’re about to begin.” Rowena smiled encouragingly, then

Asher’s voice was warm and smooth like whiskey and helped pull me from the edge of a full-scale nervous breakdown. I smirked at the hidden meaning in

today, but the fact that she refused to blink or look away didn’t do her any favors either. Through the glass doors I

in mind.’ I teased, wishing I could hold onto this light-hearted mood that I knew would vanish the moment his voice

out for grandma to sit

clasped together as they began to take on that dull emerald glow. It turned the tips

remove this thing, so no interruptions.” Rowena warned the room and promptly turned her attention to the exposed sigil on

who held my gaze and fed me his courage and love even though we couldn’t speak through the bond during the spell. The grip of the restraints no longer felt so crushing,

over the circular sigil, but nothing happened as her glowing fingertips pressed into my skin. It wasn’t until she began pulling her hand away that my entire body locked

her eyes

hand made as she lifted it away from my chest. There was something trapped in there, thrashing against my ribcage as it was

me…should’ve been removed years ago…” I thought I heard her say, but the blood rushed to my ears as

but I could feel the charge his anger unleashed into the room. Rowena snapped something back at him, and the sound of his voice halted. The shrill ring of a cell phone filled the air, followed by what I thought was an apology from

hidden in the dark–powerful and reluctant to let go, but slowly I could feel it

Rowena’s voice was becoming clearer, “…the sigil’s beginning to

the air, only this one was coming from my cellphone. I had given it to Asher to

a force even deeper than the spell that thrashed beneath my skin told me something was

Rowena snapped. “Alpha-“

the words through my clenched teeth. Even turning my head as far as possible, I could only see the muscular outline of his arm. “…Asher, do

to snap–like my chest was going to continue rising until the restraints

roaring in my ears dropped to a d**d silence as the call connected and Tristan’s

thought Asher would hang up right then and there but what Tristain said next sent the floor crumbling from beneath both of us. “Your sister just

Asher’s snarl made

response was instant, “…Breyona-Breyona’s

against the restraints the moment her name registered in my head, calling a tidal wave of disbelief so strong that I thought I might be sick. Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed back the acidic

stepped out …s**t, she’s not out here.”