Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

“I am not grumpy.”‘ He huffed, blinking at me a few times before regaining his composure and leading the way through Asher’s maze-like dungeon.

The network of underground tunnels wasn’t known to anyone in the pack but a select few that Asher trusted. I’d been more than reluctant to venture down there the first time Asher brought me. The entrance was in the basement of a local bar in town, part of the roadways that would allow alcohol to be smuggled in during the human’s insane prohibition.

There was a slight sting of alcohol and fermented fruit that lingered within the tunnels, which helped to dull the scent of blood, sweat, and p**s.

Thankfully, having the Vampire placed in one of the nicer cells turned in our favor. The stench was far less noticeable in this part of the dungeon.

The walls were made from smooth stone, and there was actually a toilet and small stall that served as a shower, though privacy was an impossibility.

Beneath the dim light protruding from the ceiling, swaying slightly though there was no breeze, was the Vampire whose life I had saved.

She was propped against the wall, perched on the metal bedframe that sat in the corner of the cell. With the barest hint of light, I could see that her mane of curly hair wasn’t black but a rich shade of caramel with blonde highlights dispersed throughout. Her deep-set cheekbones casted shadows along her jaw. It was that and the slant to her sculpted eyebrows that made her appear both grim and gaunt.

A pair of eyes the same shade of caramel as her hair darted up to meet my own. She had asked for me, yet her expression seemed to worsen as I walked into the small circular room.

Her cell was the only one occupied, the other four were vacant.

“You called.” I spoke, unflinching as my voice reverberated off the stone walls and floor.

There were two guards in the room with Tristan and I, each one standing rod-straight on either side of her cell. One of the guards slid a creaky metal chair in front of me, a polite smile gracing his rounded face.

The woman blinked twice before saying, “…didn’t think you’d show.”

I opened my mouth to reply, instinctively generating some generic Luna response that would make me appear strong and above it all-above the chaos and h**l the witches had put us through this past month.

bother trying to conceal it. I was every bit as human as I was witch,

I kept my voice neutral, lowering myself into the fold-out chair without

turned her body to face my own and glanced up at the two guards

a warm gold. “If I decide to give anything up, it won’t

Tristan snapped, his voice cracking like a whip through the silence

that reminded me of Asher’s only a bit more watered down. It was a look of assessment, one that threatened to slice me in two, flesh and bone, to

am.” I murmured, inclining my head in the same

a dismissive wave. I knew neither one would stray far, just enough to give us the barest hint of privacy.

walk in the night, who call its darkness our home…” She spoke only when the two guards’ footsteps silenced. The words emerged softly, but

in her lifetime, but the feeling churning in my gut told me she’d sniff out a fake answer a mile away, and that upon the first whiff she’d shut down

tired that the moment I wake up in the morning I want to go back to sleep. Even more than any of that, I want peace.” I exhaled sharply, forcing the words out in a rush that made my chest feel as though it were

stone were giving away to damp earth that piled up around m e and threatened to s*****w me whole. Every slow breath I took

silent for several seconds before she stood and approached the iron bars that kept her contained. Tristan stiffened but maintained his position

She said, watching as I rose from the chair. “There’s rumor

“It’s true.”

on our side, was a relief

breathed, leaning forward on the b***s

blinked at her; my expression unchanging. “You know I can’t tell you that, but depending on what you tell me, you may live to see it

brightened her eyes and took years off her face. “I apologize for my role in this, just as I apologize for

the life she had left behind when a small coven of witches

country, slowly gathering to form families of their own. They sought out

seen as disposable to my father, as heads in his army, as soldiers ready

much considering the witches have