Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 188

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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.

in. The place was deserted, but we

on the edge of the table

was Alpha Bran and some of his men. They’d been circling the 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 challenged Asher. I think he could sense that something was off about him, that he was on edge from everything going on. I’m not too sure,

didn’t.” Brandon snorted, but the sound had

were holding something back, and that something was currently twisting my stomach into knots. What was even more troublesome was the weight to Brandon’s

Alpha challenged another, they battled to the

the two of them even though

tense line on their faces, mapped out within the thinness of their lips and in the way their eyebrows furrowed.

Asher their new Alpha.” His voice was dripping

be here awhile. Why don’t you head back and get some rest? You look like

exhausted. When’s the last time you slept?” I asked him, taking in the dark circles around his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His usual charm was nowhere to

grunted, “Hard to sleep when you’re chasing a rabid Alpha

blinked at the two of them, again getting that

with Mason and the others.” Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When Asher went… feral,

us are going to manage any sleep until we figure out why my brother went fucking psycho.” Brandon rolled his eyes,

clone as he left, promptly slamming the

know he

I’m just as confused as you

thought about it, I began to realize there was something in our possession that

out and grab a few things. Anything you want me

called out, “Coffee, lots

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

shoved the book and the cups of coffee

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

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 been days since I’d last seen him? The urge to tear

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