Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 139

Chapter 139 – “Spirits from the other side…

…hear my words, hear my cry…

Only one of you we do seek…

…a mother of two, whose secrets still sleep…

We ask you to cross the great divide…

…to share the truth you chose to hide.”

 

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I felt Asher’s eyes on my face. Still, I couldn’t exhale. There was this part of me that was terrified I’d be disappointed, that the worst would happen, and she wouldn’t come.

Through all the fights I loved the mother I knew, but I wished she were here to tell me this herself.

 

Cordelia repeated her chant a second time, and then a third. The air around us was thick and heavy, like a tangible substance that weighed us down. I watched as Breyona wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her hoodie. She pointed at it and grimaced, regret in her eyes. Asher was stoic, his face a mask that revealed nothing. Even Rowena looked a bit flustered and was using her hand to fan her face.

Just when I thought she’d say it a fourth time and s**k the rest of the oxygen from the room, something happened.

They were too light to be shadows. More like whisps of smoke that rolled across the floor, gathering within the ring of candles at the center of our circle. They coalesced, swirling like smoke under glass.

First, the figure of a woman formed.

As the smoke faded, absorbed into the corporeal being standing feet in front of us, I found myself looking into the eyes of my mother.

She looked different than what I remembered, but it had been an entire year since I last saw her. We had fought tirelessly over Tyler, but she hadn’t argued with me when I told her I wanted to live with grandma-she hadn’t said much of anything.

Her hair was longer than I remembered it and curled softly at the ends. Sean had told me what she looked like when he went to identify the body, the wounds that she had. The button -down shirt she wore was spotless and held no evidence of the way she’d been k****d.

convinced myself that she was actually here-alive and safe. It was the translucence to her body that sent me hurtling through space, crashing towards earth

myself I’d stay strong, that my mask would be as indestructible as Asher’s, but something inside of me broke when my mom

seemed to witness less and less as I aged. There was no anger in her eyes, no guilt or disappointment.

mom.” I croaked, barely able to get the words out. The knot in my throat grew, aching

of sweat on her face served as a reminder that we were on borrowed time. I had to pull myself together long enough

you here to ask you some questions …” I took a few seconds to find my voice, oblivious to the tears that trailed down my cheeks. Mom’s lips fell and she

help how I can, I promise. I was supposed to tell you these things myself, Lola…” Her eyes held everything we had missed together. The conversations and secrets, even the arguments and silly way’s we would make up.

not alone, she never was.” Even though I had promised myself I wouldn’t take my eyes off her, that I’d memorize every detail of what she looked like, I couldn’t help it when my head turned towards the sound of Asher’s voice. “Me, Breyona, Mason, Sean, her dad and grandmother, we’ve

a softness in his eyes that rivaled his fierce protectiveness, one that showed exactly what he felt for me. She could see it; I know

was knowing and gave me

“Likewise.” He nodded stiffly.

blinking past them until I could see clearly again. “…I need to know why you did it. Was it because you couldn’t tell Dad about

holding inside me. “You were showing signs of magic when you started walking…all you wanted to

need to be able to defend myself, because even though my father’s d**d there are still threats

magic. The witch is with me on the other side…” My heart dropped, then soared fast enough

I had nearly mistaken it for adrenaline. “Where can we

“…she has

started to shake my

smart for her own good, following those instincts of hers that never once led her astray. I lost track of the number of birthdays and Christmases she ruined by guessing her gift before we had the chance to pick it up

revive countless rose bushes and saplings that were far

is a witch…” I trailed off, “…which

do you think I never liked the woman? No one’s baking is that good. No one.” Mom chuckled, and I memorized the outline of her smile before it fell into something softer. “I needed to keep you away from magic, Lola… which also meant

confident. Perhaps it was because I believed what I

for her to take and had been all this

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