Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 186

When Tristan left, the front door clicking shut behind him, I slumped against the kitchen counter and took a deep breath. The bottle of blood I’d been sipping on sat untouched at my side, which didn’t go unnoticed by Breyona or Giovanni.

“You feel like death, and I’m not talking about how exhausted you are.” Breyona commented, her voice laced with worry. “Did something else happen?”

Clutching the bottle in my hand, as though it’ll somehow give me the courage to break the news, I mumbled, “This is going to take some getting used to.”

Breyona was already more intuitive than your average wolf, but now the two of us were magically connected. Even now, I could feel the smoky threads between us, connecting our souls.

Her nod was one of understanding, and as much as I appreciated it, it only made my heart seize in my chest.

“I promise not to pry any more than I usually do, but I get the feeling there’s something you need to tell me, but you really, really don’t want to.”

“You might want to sit down first.” I said, fighting to keep the nerves from my voice.

Breyona’s expression fell, “Now you know I can’t do that. Lola, what is it? You’re scaring me here.” She laughed nervously.

Giovanni closed in behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t acknowledge him, but her posture seemed to relax under his touch. He tossed a subtle nod in my direction, telling me to continue, reassuring me that he’d be there to support her.

“Before we were forced to escape, we were eavesdropping on the witches. They showed up at the Vampire Lair Tristan and I went to, which is a long story on its own, but they started talking about my magic and what the Blood Witch wants with me. There’s this ritual they’ve started that will give them complete control over me, and they’re close to finishing it.” I explained nervously, feeling pathetic for dumping all of this on her at once.

Breyona gasped, her hand trembling as she raised it to her lips. The fear in her eyes was genuine, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it would still be genuine after she heard the rest of what I had to say.

I’m sorry, you’re my best-friend and I love you, but this is so bad. With your magic and position, they could

Vampire I now considered one of my second-in-commands remained stoic, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t as torn up as

to kill you, hoping it would end the threat. Asher would never

I whispered,

I realize the ‘full extent of my power,’ whatever that means. They-they

thought of vanished into thin air. What I managed to say hung in the space between us

to quiver and tremble. Slowly, she began to shake her head. With each motion growing in speed, I felt my stomach flip and turn. As much as I wanted to sink to my knees and beg for

into a million pieces under the weight of her grief because she deserved to

please don’t say it.” She begged, her voice cracking. “Anything else,

forbade them from falling. This wasn’t about me and my emotions,

couldn’t give her the gift of not knowing, of pretending her parents were alive and well, too busy in their adventures to ever return. She deserved more. As much as it hurt, she deserved

agony that constricted my throat and

“They killed them, Breyona.”

began to rush by without restraint. Not only could I feel it through the strange

was frozen in place, standing upright only because Giovanni now had his arms wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. Minutes passed as she stood there, frozen in disbelief. Each second that passed was like spikes of silver driven into my skin, draining my life force faster

recognized my own voice when I said, “Tell me what I can

her out of her stupor, sending her spiraling head-first into grief. She pulled away from Giovanni, swatting at his hands as she began to pace the length of the kitchen, tears streaming from her eyes. Her tone shifted from agonized to angry,

parents are dead. I’ll-I’ll never get to see them again. I’ll never get another Christmas with them, with those stupid itchy sweater’s mom would always force us in, and-and I’ll never get

out in the process. Her eyes speared right through me, carving into every sensitive part of my soul until

quietly, never once breaking her stare from my face. “Can you bring back the dead? Is that the ‘full extent of your power’? Is