Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 150

Chapter 150 – “You tell anyone, and you won’t see a cent of your inheritance when I’m gone.” Grandma narrowed her eyes, but the frown that tugged at her lips made the flimsy threat ineffective.

“I didn’t even know we had an inheritance.” I snorted as I stood at her side in the kitchen.

Like I had hundreds of times when we lived in the little cottage, I began gathering the d***y bowls and pans that collected in the sink as she baked. A thin layer of silence settled over us, one that reminded me of long days training with Chris and cherry pies that sat on the windowsill to cool.

“So, you don’t want me to tell anyone you were here or that you were here and using magic?”

She swatted at me with a rag until I chuckled and moved away from the sink. Breyona finished putting the rest of the dried dishes away and perched herself on the edge of the counter, her eyes curious and eager. Her obvious love of magic made a whisper of a smile cross my face.

“No, it’s not that. It turns out Rowena was right; I’ve been using magic to make my baking better, and for all these years…” Her features contorted into a scowl that made my chest begin to throb. She looked around at the various plates of cookies and exhaled sharply, as though they were to blame for greedily taking the magic from her overworked hands. “I won the Kenworth County Fair’s pie baking competition four years in a row–four years! I’m a-a fraud.”

 

“Are you joking right now?” Breyona made an indignant sound and slid off the counter. Her voice took on the same lecturing tone as my mom’s when I’d sneak in past curfew. “You have actual magic, and you’ve been using it for decades without even knowing. You’re not a fraud, grandma. You’re a badass.”

I gave into the grin that tugged at my lips. “Nothing I say could top that.”

 

“You think so?” Her frown remained, but some of its harshness faded. “There’s nothing I love doing more than baking–well, that and tending to my garden. I…I suppose it makes a certain amount of sense that I was using my magic for both of those things.”

“Maybe that’s part of the reason why you love doing them, because it’s the only time you get to fully embrace yourself.” Breyona’s eyes softened and warmed like the gooey center of grandma’s chocolate chip cookies.

Grandma’s smile was thankful, and I knew from the glossiness of her eyes she’d need a moment to respond. When she finally did speak, she didn’t disappoint.

mouth and eyes faded as the tension seemed to drain from her small frame. A twinkle of

enough to tell us more about the magic she felt stirring in her bones. It was only a little disheartening to hear her say how familiar it

away like ours. It had always been there, but only emerged when she stepped into the kitchen or garden-two places that brought her insurmountable joy. I

clue what I’m doing, but Rowena’s been kind enough to give me

Rowena, what about

a natural?” Grandma replied, a hint

moved on from her baking spree and started this new mission of hers by pulling out a pack of ground beef and other tupperware containers from

to make lasagna. I’d nearly forgotten about Rowena and Cordelia until I saw the size of the

The two of them said something about a local occult shop.” Grandma replied in between measuring batches of flour for the garlic rolls.

together.’ She grinned behind grandma’s back; her voice smug as it traveled down

for long when I could see the amused smirk that painted

square on the coffee table. As

the blink of an eye it was gone. She looked as she always did, her features bright and soft,

forward and cooed, “…oh,

grew up with, one she would’ve been beaten for if her mother had caught her. Luckily, I’ve always known how to keep a secret and appreciate an incredible gift.” Her smile was the color of rubies and matched her newly painted nails. She trailed it along the slender script that filled almost the entirety of the page. “I loved this book as a child. It broke everything down in a way I could understand at the time. Consider this book the foundation of your training. It’ll tell you the seven types of magic, but not how they are manipulated, or the endless ways they can manifest in a young witch. You’ll come to realize trying to fit any of us into a

day of witch practice wasn’t on creating magical tidal waves or making trees explode from the ground, Breyona and I hunkered behind the billowing pages of Rowena’s

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