Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 185

An hour later, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of an old work van, listening to Breyona recount the moments before she vanished from Giovanni’s bedroom and reappeared in the forest.

Calling her name back in the forest seemed to trigger her human side. She’d quickly shifted and accepted Tristan’s shirt before scaling the hill and finding us a ride. By the time she pulled up with the van, whose paint was peeling so badly I almost missed the picture of the plunger on the side, Tristan and I had hauled Dina most of the way.

The Vampire who had helped save my life was still unconscious. Her heartbeat was muffled, not nearly as strong as it should’ve been, but all that mattered was that it was there.

Not only had Breyona gone the extra mile by helping Tristan and I carry Dina the rest of the way, but she’d also offered up some of her blood to help speed their healing.

“I was laying in bed when I heard screaming, but it was in my head. It wasn’t like the mind-link, though. It was like you were there with me, sharing my thoughts.” Breyona explained, “Once I made the connection that it was you, I could feel that you were in danger. I stared seeing flashes of trees and fire, along with those two witches that were attacking you. When you called out for help, it was like you opened a door for me, and I just walked through.”

She shrugged where she sat in the driver’s seat, as though everything she’d said made perfect sense. As confusing as it was, I couldn’t deny feeling a connection to her, one that definitely wasn’t there before.

“Giovanni is probably losing his mind right now.” I said, unable to formulate anything else.

Breyona shook her head, seemingly unworried about her mate.

“There was a phone in the van. I called him before I destroyed it. He’s catching a flight back to the pack as we speak.”

I frowned, “how was he able to get a flight so soon?”

There was one major airport inside of our pack, but the flights coming in were scarce at best. It would make more sense for Giovanni to catch a flight to one of the airports outside of our territory, but then he’d have at least an hour to drive before hitting the boundary lines.

Tristan answered my question before Breyona could, his voice only a tad bit dry.

the Vampire world, but they have plenty in the

stars, outright refused even a drop of Breyona’s blood. I wasn’t sure if he were trying to make sure Dina had her fill, or if he were worried about Giovanni might react to him feeding from

were able to delay all other flights and get one straight out of their local airport. I had him contact Asher’s parents, so the airport will

his

rich businessman. He owns some fancy Italian super car company.” She shrugged, and I swore I heard Tristan scoff. “His

is Giovanni’s father at the helm.” Tristan muttered, turning his head to stare out the window, offering no further explanation. A moment passed before he turned and said, “…back to the whole shadow thing. This isn’t the first time you’ve shifted since Lola got you your wolf back. So, how come this time you’re

the stray hairs that had fallen from her pony tail out of her face, a surefire sign that

something to do

hated to shoot down her theory, but

afraid a few days ago and you didn’t feel anything, much less show up as a giant shadow

at me. “Did

“Well, no…but-”

sounded from the back, still weak but not hovering on the cusp of

got you your wolf back?” Dina asked, drawing our attention to where she lay in the

protruding from the skin since we’d set it an hour ago, but there had been a nasty gash left over. That gash was now nothing more than a faint pink line that stood out against her dark skin. Breyona’s blood was doing its job and

didn’t have the strength to truly make him

scowl, “Funny? What’s so funny tasting about my

well has ‘Gio’ tasted you after you turned into this shadow beast?” Dina

sounding uncertain. “You think the shadow’s make my blood taste different? Oh, and I’ve shifted about six or so times since Lola got

be.” Dina shrugged, “About what

the morning, after the