Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 188

Really?” I scoffed, staring open-mouthed at Asher through the glass of the holding cell he was in. “Is this necessary?”

Asher paced back and forth, his head snapping in my direction whenever I spoke. His eyes were still that violent shade of gold, telling me his wolf was still in charge and very much feral.

The holding cell he sat in was a part of the newer renovations Asher had orchestrated. There were dozens of these cubby-like rooms, each one with a cot and a small table, reinforced with military grade equipment to keep the prisoners contained.

I bet Asher never thought he’d land himself in one.

Both men standing before me were grim, their lips pursed, and eyes cloaked in shadows. I was used to seeing that particular expression on Brandon, but not Zeke. Neither one appeared too happy about how things played out, but I needed to keep the conversation going. If I didn’t, I’d start thinking about what they barged in on and have no choice but to drown in embarrassment.

Brandon spoke first, snorting dryly at me before glancing Asher’s way. In between the brothers was a two-way mirror, not that the wall of glass kept us from hearing one another.

“You might’ve been enjoying yourself, but I promise, it’s necessary.” He said, not reacting in the slightest when his older brother snarled and pounded on the glass.

Zeke grimaced, “Don’t provoke him, and quit being a jealous dick.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t provoke him. I’d hate for him to break out of here and kill another Alpha. Seeing as you’re the only one close by, I’d watch out if I were you.” Brandon replied, a brittle smile playing across his face.

Instantly, my stomach began to plummet at his words and what they insinuated. Zeke, on the other hand, was unfazed and even rolled his eyes at Brandon.

“Explain.” I demanded, my eyes darting between the two of them. When neither answered and Brandon’s expression twisted into a smirk, I snapped. “Now.”

“Mason’s witchy friend-” Brandon began, only to get cut off by Zeke.

“Clara.” He interjected.

Brandon sighed loudly, then continued.

Clara, Mason’s witchy friend, found one of the towns the other witches were staying in. The place was

on the edge of the table we hovered around, running a

town the witches had stayed in, almost like they were keeping it safe for their return.” He grimaced, unease filling every facet of his once warm voice. “Alpha Bran

snorted, but the sound had an edge to

back, and that something was currently twisting my stomach into knots. What was even

one Alpha challenged another, they battled

stated, looking between the two of them even

faces, mapped out within the thinness of their lips and in the way their eyebrows furrowed. For once,

Asher their new Alpha.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said, “How

be here awhile. Why don’t you head back and get some rest? You look like you’re about to fall over.” Zeke said

the dark circles around his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His

a rabid Alpha through the forest for seven hours

them, again getting that

Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When Asher went… feral, we had no choice but

sleep until we figure out why my brother went fucking psycho.” Brandon rolled

younger, more disgruntled clone as he left, promptly slamming the

to know he

Zeke replied. “Trust me, I’m just as confused as

them than we had been months ago. The more I thought about it, I began to realize there was something in our possession that could help. It wouldn’t solve all our problems, but it might shed some light on a few. I’d been waiting for Asher to get back to break it out, and while I

and grab a few things. Anything you want me to bring back?” I asked Zeke, already

called out, “Coffee, lots and lots of

and a half later, the old text on the Renaldi line in my hands, instantly I knew something had changed. Zeke was sitting

the book and the cups of coffee onto the table

cot, his back against the wall and his head turned towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed, yet somehow I knew that whatever had affected

out to him, and his eyes snapped open. They found me through the layers of glass and stone, once again their warm shade of honey and chestnut. There was a spasm in my chest, a tugging of sorts that pulled me in his direction. Had it really