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.

It was the translucence to her body that sent me hurtling through space, crashing towards earth as I remembered she wasn’t here, she wasn’t coming back. I would never get the closure I wanted, the answers to my thousands of questions but maybe I’d get this one chance

as indestructible as Asher’s, but something inside of me broke when my mom got down on her knees and said, “…you make such

I aged. There was no anger in her eyes, no guilt or

able to get the words out. The knot in

sheen of sweat on her face served as a reminder that we were on borrowed time. I

find my voice, oblivious to the tears that trailed down my cheeks. Mom’s lips fell and she reached for me, stopping at the barrier of candles that separated us. “…there isn’t much time, but

eyes held everything we had missed together.

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

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

in person, Alpha Asher.” Mom’s smile 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

you started walking…all you wanted to do was explore, but soon things started happening. Car keys would disappear, and eventually so would your toys. They’d always turn up in the strangest of places. On the roof, in the neighbors washing machine, even in the lobby of the police

putting me in danger. I need to be able to defend myself, because even though my father’s d**d there are still

blood of the witch who bound your magic. The witch is with me on the

I exhaled; the rush of relief was so strong I had nearly mistaken it for adrenaline. “Where

twinkled mischievously, “…she has a son and two grandchildren to

that’s not possible.” I started to shake my head but

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

rose bushes and saplings that were far beyond repair, only to

sister is a witch…” I trailed off, “…which means Grandma is a

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 keeping you away from her. There’s not enough time in the world to ask for your forgiveness, but I don’t want you to walk through life holding onto anger. It’s not worth it–I’m not

though my throat tightened, my voice came out strong and confident. Perhaps it was because I believed what I was saying, or because I wanted my mom to know that she didn’t have

for her to take and had been all

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