Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 155

Chapter 155 – “Oh, these are good.” Cassidy’s moan sounded from the kitchen, followed by Breyona’s laughter.

I squinted against the early morning sun that peered through the c******s and padded down the hall, catching snippets of their conversation the closer I neared.

“Aren’t they? You don’t know him, but the recipe belongs to a grumpy vamp named Tristan. It took me days to figure out how to make them since he’d always grumble when I asked.”‘ The sizzle of something cooking in a pan followed Breyona’s soprano and filled the air with something both sweet and savory.
 

“Tristan knows how to cook?” I asked skeptically, leaning against the door jamb as both she-wolves spotted me lurking.

 

Cassidy was perched on one of the island stools eating a bowl of oatmeal and nibbling on a rolled-up pancake, her strawberry blonde hair a halo around her shoulders.

“Oh, he does. Gio was complaining about it a few days ago while cooking dinner. He said something about Tristan making his family recipes better than his nonna.” Breyona scrunched her nose and turned back to the omelet sizzling away on the pan. She said over her shoulder, “I can’t believe how nervous I am to meet his family. Usually I don’t care so much what other people think of me, but I can’t seem not to care.”

 

I glanced down at the eggs simmering away and held back a frown. I’d have to sneak a bag of blood and some sugary cereal when the two of them left. Not that there was anything wrong with the omelet, but my appetite had been changing since becoming Vampire Queen. The sudden chime of the doorbell had me spinning around, but the figure standing beyond the frosted glass was distorted.

“Probably the newspaper boy.” Cassidy shrugged and scooped another spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth.

 

“They’d be insane not to like you. You’re the total package.” I smirked at Breyona before crossing the foyer to the front door.

“Of course, you’re right. How could I forget?” Her laughter trickled into the foyer, along with her reply to Cassidy. “You still get newspapers delivered around here?”

“Asher’s Dad tried to get rid of it a while ago. We have a website-even an app that broadcasts pack news across the country, but some of the older members were totally against it. They liked the way things were, so he kept it.” The warmth that Cassidy had for Asher’s family was laced within her every word.

My stomach dropped when I opened the door and heard Cassidy ask, “Your old Alpha wouldn’t have done the same, I’m assuming?”

Oh, this wasn’t good.

he wanted, and lock anyone who disagreed in the nearest cell.” Breyona replied, and I

“…sounds like

as my own when I snatched the newspaper off the porch and glared

page.” A snarl tore past my lips, making Breyona jump in a way I would’ve thought were

to read and process not only the headline, but the two photos printed in bright

Cassidy paled, dropping her spoon into her oatmeal.

Asher can’t fix this…what’s done is done.” Breyona frowned

him before he finds the wolves responsible and kills them.” I could taste the urgency in her voice and forced myself not to panic. My resolve only faltered a little when her sea-green

clenched. My chin was angled upwards as I met his defiant stare,

photo that morning and I wanted to know who. As

arm draped over my shoulder made my stomach clench, his bleached teeth and freshly plucked eyebrows now grating where I’d once found

my teeth, and not the way his eyes strayed mid-photograph to check out the scantily dressed bartender nearby. Chelsea’s arm was linked

the contents of the article, the headings pieced

young Alpha,

took up the entirety of the front page. No way in h**l was I reading those. I was both hungry and murderous, and worried Maya would hunt the culprit

and then another when she flipped her phone around and showed me the pack’s app. In the same bold lettering, was the article that

throbbed at my temples, “…you’re right, I’ll

you’re going to pass out…or b**n the city down looking for the a*****e that did this.” Breyona’s slender lips tilted up at the corners

smells, though.” Cassidy waved her hand dismissively even

short when Breyona set a box of cereal in front of me. It was sugary and fruity, everything I looked for in a

worse than cold eggs? Microwaved eggs.” Breyona’s lips were pursed as she shuddered. She shrugged a single shoulder, “…besides we both know you don’t care what’s for breakfast as long as you get your blood bag.

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