Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 – “Quit sulking.” Mason scolded me from the driver’s seat. “If you wanted to drive you shouldn’t have tried to drive us off the cliff.”

“That’s not what I was trying to do, and I already apologized.” I griped and folded my arms over my chest. “…you’re just angry I made you scream.”

The trees that grew out of the rocky cliff side whooshed by in shades of shamrock and olive. I wondered if Lars were in there somewhere, deep within their protective cover. Were the witches there too?

“You didn’t make me scream, your reckless driving did.” His voice had an edge of defensiveness that made me snort. Warm hazel eyes slid over to where I sat in the passenger, “…you won’t tell anyone about this, right?”

“I won’t.” I reassured him, and waited until relief flooded his eyes to say, “…if you let me drive us back, and you can’t act like I’m going to drive off the mountain with every curve.”

“Deal, but you keep this to yourself for as long as you live.” He narrowed his eyes.

 

“Deal.” I nodded and began to relax in the seat when a thought crossed my mind. “…I can tell Breyona, right?”

“Yeah, you can tell Breyona.” His eyes warmed when he chuckled, and his tone implied he’d been expecting me to ask as much.

 

Our banter dwindled until silence took over, sending my eyes veering back towards the forest and my thoughts to a certain slippery werewolf.

I’d been sorely tempted to mention my suspicion regarding Lars’s boots, but Asher was already putting out a pack-wide memo. Soon every werewolf on our land would be on the lookout for Lars, which meant there was no need to turn it into a manhunt. Still, I had to tell him eventually…I just needed more time.

I tried to think of where Lars might’ve gone but came up with nothing. The most I could do was scour the woods and search for his illusive friend, which I was considering when another thought popped into my head.

Cassidy…she’s going on a date with him.

Even though I made the mental note to talk with her after training, it didn’t ease the dark cloud that loomed over my head for the remainder of the day.

After a quick search of the clinics in the area, I found a small privately owned practice that had an abundance of positive reviews. Mind-linking one of the therapists was the fastest route of communication, and by far the most awkward.

over time, but I was still a non-believer. A girl could only handle so many horrified shrieks. The worst of it is when they’re in private and in their

practice was nestled right in the middle of town. Located in an off-white colonial house whose cobalt blue shutters

three licensed therapists that made up the little practice were pleasant, even though one had to turn

warping her words as she flailed her hands

on, let’s talk about it in my office.” The fair-haired therapist said soothingly and guided the trembling

small but encouraging smile when she waved and stumbled over a ‘hello.’ Well, I assumed that’s what

or two for the Luna’s younger sister. I might’ve hired him off his resume alone

the sight could send me tumbling backwards through time, back to that b****y

middle-aged she-wolf with a kind smile who introduced herself as Dr. Mayfield. When she wasn’t at the local hospital acting as in-house psychiatrist, she took

full extent of her history written all over

play into your sister’s experiences, but I’ve found that no matter how complex a situation is, it

was a look of understanding on her face that made me feel like Holly’s demons

Mason kept up his end of the deal, even if he did

stopping at home for a change of clothes, I made it to training before Breyona. Mason supplied

I miss getting my a*s kicked.” Mason’s cheeky grin revealed the dimples he tried hard to hide, the same

space when I asked, “I nearly forgot–how’s Clara

of my vision. While Asher kept a continuous rotation of guys on guard duty, it

the only reason she keeps asking for me.”

of warm-blonde hair had me dropping the subject. Cassidy trotted up to the side of the car and leaned against the hood as Mason and I got out. The wavy strands of her hair were pulled into a high-pony

an oasis caught beneath the sun’s rays. “Can you tell none of my

train, what do they do?”

toyed with the baby-pink water bottle in her hands. “Catch them in a fight and all they’ll do

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